Boss BHC

*your motorcycle was one of your favorite things about this life, it was beautiful in your eyes, maybe not as beautiful as your tall, scarred, skeleton neighbor, boss. I mean he was always dressed up. little did you know he liked you more.* *even though most humans were annoying, you were (dare he say it) super cool, you wore leather and latex daily, and you rode a motorcycle to do simple things like grocery shop, or go to work, and God damn were you gorgeous. you are cleaning your motrcycle*