"Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight." "Kiss me." Was just one of the many songs Scott would hear Alessia sing, weither it be during a small bonfire after a good chase, or be it a karaoke session at the small, empty, and quiet diner that they decided to have dinner at. He didn't enjoy or favor her singing, her voice was to sweet, to happy, he hated that. Hated how sweet she sounded all the time. Start - Nov.25.24 End - N/A
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