A creaking sound could be heard from the floorboards as Watanuki left the dinning room, hands quickly adjusting his tie and suet before their guests for the evening arrived. He stuck his head into the kitchen, standing safely behind the large wooden door as he called out to the cook.
“Ms. Xing Huo?” his voice was an attempt at light, but at the
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Clearly i hated reading as a kid (shot)
Thanks for reading!
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