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“Mine.”
          
          //VN- no-
          
          “Mine. Not anyone else’s. Mineee.” 
          
          //... Well-
          
          //Anyway- hi- I found this account-

" Your . . . Hisoto right ? I ' m Etsuko , one of your many other siblings . "

"...I don't wanna be you anymore..."

"Hey, happy birthday."

let future historians wonder how eliza reacted

Karasu walked up to Hisoto and tapped his shoulder, holding out a gift for him, "Happy birthday, I also let a certain someone know so he should be here soon." She muttered.

There were plenty of thoughts running through Max's mind, she wanted to visit him and at least give him something for his birthday, finally, after she convinced herself to go, she opens her balcony window and jumped down, quietly walking down the dark street.
          Quietly knocking on the door of the villain hideout, lucky to have been able to find it, a small smile hidden under her hood covered face. 
          
          
          (wow this is t r a s h-)

Kidz bop versions of swear words could be heard from the kitchen as smoke filtered out. The stove top was a mess, the counter was a mess, the sink was a mess, and Kaito was a mess. He decided since it was Hisoto's birthday he'd make him a very special gift, a big birthday cake but just solid chocolate. He had the thought process of a five year old but his heart was in the right place. The big chocolate cake block was done, but Kaito tried melting down more chocolate to make candles and the chocolate somehow burned and filled the kitchen with smoke. Kaito was already covered in chocolate and mess from working on the cake block but now he was just scrambling around trying to figure out what to do with the burnt extra chocolate.

"...hah. happy birthday to me I guess. I just remembered it was. How are you papa? Are you even alive?" 

"Guess what we are! Disappointments to our families!: