Aoi tells Uruha about malls, customers, and matters of the heart.

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( Don’t laugh at me like that, damn it, I’m serious. )

Both lived in a world where they knew when to die.

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( Come closer. )

Aoi would rake his hand through his hair and shake his head softly, musing on how stupid it was to be so obsessed over something so human such as giving a fake smile.

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( “Thanks.” )

It's a matter of knowing which hurts more.

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( If only he didn't make eye contact with that familiar stranger earlier... )

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