Read it, of course.
And try not to laugh or cringe at the material.
Because reading about a fictional version of yourself described as "the school prince who could melt glaciers with a single smirk" was...a lot.
Xavier winced again as another line hit.
He didn't know what was worse—the lines themselves or the fact that they sounded too glorified, as if he'd paid for an ad.
"..."
And his little wife was reading this?
Why?
And just how did that one who barely knew of the existence of his own shop's forums get into such a place that looked like it had been hidden away?
He could only think of a few people.
Like one well-meaning blonde who suddenly had a sneezing fit and a chill while trying to retrofit the frames with the panels they've made.
