Works by the author trigand

cyclops counted on little when he went to the garage concert, which spike and pierre decided to arrange in honor of graduating from college, a personal hell.

she tries to decorate her face with ancient children's makeup and red lipstick, which she uses once every five years when the mood is crazy. it is very difficult not to laugh when you see a pale face in the mirror, bruises under the eyes brighter than life and brighter than trip, dilated pupils and a body full of bright blue bruises. she's laughing at herself now, not even sick.