
fumtonhive
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Ciel Fumtonhive sauntered over towards the others, his hips swaying, his fuchsia eyes aglow. Plump lips curving into a large, shît-eating grin, he ran nimble fingers through his ever-luscious locks of dark navy and whispered, “G'evening, brochachos.” He then started grinding against the floor