You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans. — Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans. — Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans. — Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans. — Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans. — Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
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You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans.

— Kestral M. Gaian, Counterweights
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