"Kairo?" It was a distant voice. "Kairo!" The voice grew closer. Kairo's eyes snapped open. "Kairo!" Daraki shouted from the kitchen. "What?" Kairo yawned, slightly annoyed. "You better get your crusty dusty butt over here if you want pancakes," Daraki yelled. Kairo sighed. He stretched his arms then slowly stood up. "Okay." He called back. "I can kinda remember the day we moved in together." He mumbled under his breath. "It was a Saturday."
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General FictionA gay story. Idea is mine, there is no heavy inspiration from anything. And one of the characters name is the brand of an alcohol, I came up with the name before I knew that so sorry. Also I'm sorry it's short. Also also, the cover is mine. I just t...
