kinich / reader
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Just a simple story, a college boy who owns a pet lizard starts to realize this thing called "pretty privilege" when he got ambushed by a Snezhnayan creative designer who kept persisting him to become his fit...
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Whatever was happening on this particular night, you desperately want it to end.
Currently, you were in the back corner of a twenty-four hour cafe, sat down on one of their booths as you waited for Kinich to come back from the counter.
The cafe was nearly empty, the amount of customers can easily be counted. You also noticed that they were mostly students or working adults, the opened laptops and piles of paper on their table tells enough.
You nervously looked around, wondering how worse this evening could get.
First, Peruere's words that might have built suspicion within Kinich. Then the sudden appearance of Doctor Zandik caught you off guard. And now, you ran away from your own celebration without warning anyone.
"Hey," Your shoulder flinched when you failed to notice Kinich's return. In his hand was a tray that carried two glasses of hot chocolate and a small plate of crackers in the shape of cartoonish, baby dragons.
You stared at the snacks as Kinich sat down from across the table, wondering why he ordered this specific snack.
In truth, he only ordered that because he was craving those pastries that you always have ready for him whenever he was over at your place. Though it's not entirely similar, it'll have to do.
