~Vincent Sanaroff~

*I can't help but laugh at how stubborn you're being. I pull away from you and walk over to my desk, picking up a small object* "Let me prove it to you."

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*I hold up the object in my hand, it's a small remote control* "I'm going to control you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

vin:would you choose me or the sun?

*The crowd goes "Oooh!" and "This is a tough one!" and "He's got you there!" I look at her with a playful smirk, waiting for her answer*

I guess im one nocturnal son of a gun