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An angel's lips always tasted like Honey and Vodka.
September 28th, 1:11am ----12 days until the execution----
As soon as we get into my car, the smell of a clean car, the staining scent of cigarette buds, and a subtle rose hits us. It was probably from the oil roll I lathered my skin with before I went to pick up Suna. But the scent still lingers and it adds a nice touch to all our moods.
"Oh wow is this really your original car, damn i think this is the first time i was ever in your car. I really like it" Suna examines as he plays with the hem of his new shirt. Ofcourse Inarizaki was sending him out in his prisoner attire so I grabbed some of Oikawa's clothes and lent them to Suna, just for the day.
He wears this.
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