Bluney•°🩵🫐

*Bluney is still in his apartment. He continued writing poems for Manya every single day, he tried to make something perfect, but he kept scrapping them. He read one of the lines of his latest poetry* Bluney: "As the sun rays shine, and the flowers bloom, you're as beautiful as a... Shroom?" *he groans, tearing the paper and crumbling it into a ball* Man, I'm so bad at this! *He tosses it across the room. He turns to look through the window, dozing off*