... More like he would take his love and affection hostage from me.
[ There's a weary sigh from him as he runs his fingers through his own hair, remembering some dark times in November. Okay, it was just suspicious and ended up being frustrating.
When the coffee is ready, he places the warm mug close to Nanashi. Here, child. ]
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[ There's a weary sigh from him as he runs his fingers through his own hair, remembering some dark times in November. Okay, it was just suspicious and ended up being frustrating.
When the coffee is ready, he places the warm mug close to Nanashi. Here, child. ]
It's cruel.