jabrion
Jabrion’s got a small group of friends but he’s like a dog with a bone. He’s sweet, but if you cross him, you’re dead.
Jabrion: I don’t need friends. I’ve got my mom and that one guy who sometimes talks to me.
Jabrion: I’m not sad. 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.