Wolfram yawned and blinked several times. The boards under him were hard and he distinctly remembered going to sleep in Geika’s bed, even though Geika hadn’t been there. A familiar smell assaulted his nostrils. He felt dirty and disoriented. Where was he? He lifted his hand to rub at his faced and jolted upwards from what seemed like an explosion
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But with the mention of Murata, Yuuri tensed, His arm visibly tightening after he moved it away to strangle onto the pillow beside Wolframs head. He as silent, he didn't answer till Wolfram was finished. "I have no right to tell you who or what to do. But, I wont deny that it does make me unease...to hear that you're with Murata of all people. He was always such a flirt, I should have known." Yuuri eased the tension in his arm and moved his hand back to running fingers through Wolframs hair, giving the pillow a break.
The pun was bad in his head, only since it was particularly hard to hold back. "I'm always told I'm too much of a nice guy, it must be why I'm no good with the ladies." Yuuri knew that he could have just kept going, that Wolfram wouldn't have stopped him. But, what kind of memory would that have left them with? Instead, Yuuri accepted what he was offered and the once king leaned up, ( ... )
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"Well, I'm sure they have alot to catch up on." Jennifer began, before waving goodbye to the boys and leaving the house.
"I can remember this." Yuuri said after plucking the note from Muratas hand and looking it over. "I just hope my world doesn't have to encounter that wizard...it was terrible, Murata, even Greta was- she was fighting I can't even think about it witout getting sick..." Yuuri retook a seat and sighed. "No matter who ends up there that guy has to be stopped."
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