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❝𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙣❞

❝𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙣❞

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‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙  ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙





"Yorii, Gramps told me you can-"

The sudden sting on his cheek made him dumbfounded. "Oi! What was that for?!"  His blue eyes glanced at the now running cloaked figure

"I'm sorry About that!"

" if your gonna apologize anyways, why did you even do that?!" Hak rubbed his cheek.

"Oi! come back here!"

" LETS NOT MEET AGAIN"

" HUH?? so rude...."

"She really did one hell of a slap" Mun-deok snickered

" you knew it was coming and you didn't stop her gramps..."

"...ahem anyways, Its fine. lets just leave her because I could already tell that that girl doesn't like to have loose ends"

you didn't answer my question... evil old man.

They both looked at the cloak figure getting further and further away.

" Here we are being nice too and asked if she wanted to come with us, WEIRDOoo-OW!"








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Prior to the dance Akari stared at the musicians on the stage. The villagers suggested an 'opening act' before the main dance was about to begin so this tune she was listening to was the product.

Though unpolished, some out of tune nevertheless they were happy and content and thats what matters.

Such a beautiful tone..

Aiko beside her smiled, " pretty huh?"

" ..mhm"

Aiko observed the girl beside her for a minute. Her expression she observed was neither happy or excited? almost as if she was just there, a purpose. Though there was a smile plastered on her face all the time. A smile that almost seemed fake; just there for decoration.

" your..really secretive person"

" oh yeah?"

Akari replied unbothered and Aiko pursed her lips.

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