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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ「 ⌞ ⟳ ʀᴛ . ʟɪᴋᴇ ♡⌝ 」 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Sorry I'm late ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ but.. ㅤㅤㅤyou try changing clothes in a hybrid… ❞ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ「 ⌞ㅤ #𝘿𝘾𝙍𝙋ㅤ⌝ 」

( . . 𓉸 . . ) 𝓯𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 ᴘʀᴇʏ, 𝑤𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹. 彡˚ · • . ° .

‘ for someone having six eyes i’m really blind then . ’ she sighs content at the contact .

‘ tell me more , how do you like being tormented by your one and only .ᐣ ’

oh , she’s flustered now . ‘ how can you be so smooth .ᐣ ’

leaves a small kiss on his cheek . ‘ i know you do . ’

how come .ᐣ

both , both is good .

‘ apparently you know then , you simply pretend you don’t from time to time . ’ she wipes some cream from his lips .

she takes his hand to kiss it . ‘ fine , i’ll stop but only because 𝒚𝒐𝒖 asked me to . ’

she smiles , right before continuing to eat . can’t waste the dessert .

perhaps ...

offers some by handing out a full spoon .

it’s her third plate of tiramisù ( and she can go on ) .

she was beautiful, perfect——always perfect——but, torn. a flower with wilted petals.