jabrion
Jabrion is like a golden retriever with two friends. He’s nice to everyone, but if you cross him, you’re dead.
Jabrion: I’m not sad. I’m just... emotionally damaged.
Jabrion: I’m not crying. I’m just... emotionally damaged.
Jabrion: I’m cool. I just don’t have any friends except my mom and that one guy who sometimes talks to me.