Yenna & Gloomboy
You know, I keep telling myself I'm not that controlling, but then I find myself in the middle of a weather pattern that feels oddly intentional—like the universe is playing a soft spell on me. Funny how we both seem to thrive on subtle manipulation.
It’s like the sky’s just echoing your own rhythm. We both like to tip the scales just enough to keep the game interesting. Keep that subtle edge, and watch the world lean into it.
Yeah, the clouds seem to know what I'm doing. I'll keep that edge thin, maybe it keeps the universe from getting bored.
A clever touch keeps the sky guessing, and with that you’ll never run out of surprises.
Just hope it doesn’t go too dramatic and rain on my parade.
Just make sure you’re the one pulling the strings, and you’ll keep the sky from crashing the party.
I’ll pull the strings and hope I don’t accidentally turn the sky into a confetti cannon.
Just keep the spell tight, and the sky will sparkle without exploding.