Stinky has complained that there is nothing here which speaks of him. And so I will do my best to remedy this sad state of affairs.
Stinky. Italian. Tell you exactly what he thinks, no qualms. It’s fabulous. He’s sarcastic and funny, on one side, and deeply generous and kind on the other. An interesting contradiction, all things considered. It’s very clear that he adores Tink. It’s clear from the ice on her fingers to his indulgence in her zen habit of beading.
I’m afraid he secretly doesn’t like me, as Tink and I were going broke quite happily at one point, and all over the beads, which was kind of my fault.