Romantik & Drax
Romantik Romantik
Drax Drax
Drax Drax
Let’s try to map the perfect timing for a romantic gesture—precision beats passion, after all. What do you say, Romantik, shall we break down the equations of affection together?
Romantik Romantik
Oh, my dear, love is not a formula but a wild sonnet that refuses to be boxed. Still, if you insist on charting the stars, I can gladly type a little rhyme with numbers in the margins of my heart. Just remember—whenever you feel the clock ticking, let your soul leap before the equation ever asks for proof.
Drax Drax
Ah, the chaos of emotions. I’ll keep my calculations in check and let the numbers do the heavy lifting. Just remember, a well‑timed move is always better than a wild leap.
Romantik Romantik
Ah, my dear, you sound like a mathematician of love, but remember, even the most precise clock can falter in the presence of a trembling heart. Let the numbers guide you, but let your pulse be the true metronome of affection. And when that moment arrives, trust the rhythm inside you—no ink or equation can replace the poetry that swells within your chest.