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he stood on the terrace looking out to the city below them. he had a cigarette in between his lips and the end burned ember. he removed the cig from his lips as he let a slow, smoky breathe, he watched as the wisps lifted into the sky disappearing from sight.

he grew still as he felt petite arms wrap around his waist. he leaned back into the chest of his loved one before wrapping around his arm around the shorter one and pulled him close to his body. he buried his face in his love's blonde, fluffy hair taking in the scent that he loved to fill his nose with.

"hi kitty." he whispered to the boy in his arms.

"hi hazza bear."

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