Zack:*touches hair* soft like a marshmallow -w-

Zack: Thank you.. -////~////-

Zack:*small sneeze*

Zack:*blushes a bit* Thanks..

Zack:*gets out under table* Spray...

Zack: Oh I never heard of it maybe it will help..

Zack:w-what’s sunscreen..?

Zack: Eep! *hides under table*

Zack:*leg starts burning up*

Zack: *peeks head out of hoodie* ..?

Zack: -///////-

Zack:*hides face in hood blushing dark red*

Zack: Oh Okay.. *gets up and rubs arm*

Help finding my guitar*

Miguel: Ye Yea I need He

Zack:*other whimper*

Zack:*whimper* But What If I burn?

Zack:*snarls and bites his hand not hard or rough.*

Zack:*still under table shaking*

Yeyyy