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[Phoneutria is walking through the halls, clutching a small, scantily clad boy in his arms, who appears to be sniffling into his shoulder.
The strange thing is that Phoneutria has his face buried in the boy's fluffy blue hair, and if you listen closely, you can hear him sobbing as well.]
The strange thing is that Phoneutria has his face buried in the boy's fluffy blue hair, and if you listen closely, you can hear him sobbing as well.]