(he was about to go in for another one, a more passionate one, but he stops mere inches from inupi's lips, interrupted by the complains from inupi's hunger.
later. you're not escaping him. kokonoi sits, a hand on the boy's knees as he fishes his phone from his pocket.)
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later. you're not escaping him. kokonoi sits, a hand on the boy's knees as he fishes his phone from his pocket.)
What you wanna eat, dork?