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Miles felt himself dozing off as he sat on the couch, petting his precious Pess, who laid on his lap.

"Miles," Sky flicks the side of his head, startling him awake.

"Don't. Do. That." He glares at them.

Them, being desensitized to his glares, just lean their head on his shoulder, taking in the fresh smell of whatever conditioner he uses. "And how're you gonna stop me?" They flirtingly threaten.

"Don't tempt me," he smirks, pulling them down into a short kiss.

They nearly fall over the couch when he stands up, leaving them to gape in awe as he walks out onto the back deck with Pess in his arms, a smug look on his face.

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