Ritsuka sits on the bed, his feet don’t reach the ground. He wonders when he’ll be able to grow taller. Maybe it will be the real Ritsuka to grow taller, and not him.
Soubi sits on the floor, a long shit of paper in front of him. He passes one of his elegant hands over the paper. He likes the sensation it leaves on his palm. It has always been
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Wonderful gift, sweetie.
Thanks!
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I'm happy you liked tha bit <3
*hugs*
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Ma grazie a te per quella fic meravigliosa! ;__;
Eh non ti preoccupare^^ Mi piace scrivere di loro per te^^
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Oh yours is ready too^^ Gonna post it tomorrow <3
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