the bitches are coming back up
why tf do we even HAVE armies? just send a bunch of girls wearing expensive horrible perfume and outrageous outfits screaming that they don't know what to wear and their hairs not done yet after the enemy and they'll start running away on their own; trust me
see, i used to pity them for crying but now i think my inner sadist side is coming up because whenever i see the bois crying in ILLFWRHG, im not complaining and this story with the art is just *muwah*
this chapter was so full of stuff that i dont know where to begin but...
1. The earl is a fucking boss, even though I barely understood that conversation, go mama
2. Noah, you perverted idiot I saw you blushing
3. #BUTLERGOALS
4. Neither of them are going to sleep a wink tonight ;)