ZelobreathesDIFF

It was a bright and cheerful day, a lovely Tuesday. The birds could be heard chirping in the trees, the wind was swirling softly around lifting peoples hair, tickling their faces, the sun was gently warm, a pleasant glow on your skin. Standing on a street corner was a young man, perhaps nineteen years old, give or take a few years. He had a bright smile on his face, his blue eyes were sparkling, and his blonde hair was styled rather...  differently, a style that could best described as what happens when a Mohawk and a mullet decide to have kids. A Mulhawk? A Mollet? Well, the name of it wasn't important. Possibly the most interesting thing