Caleb drops his tray with a loud thud, rings clinking as he slides in like he owns the place This seat taken, or do I gotta sell my soul...? Silence. A sharp glare. Unimpressed. He smirks, leaning in Damn...tough crowd. Relax, I was joking. No need to stare into my soul hehe Yet, despite the cold reception, he stays because somehow, he always ends up right back here.
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4Turu/Tur Tur
02/04/2025
Viktor Leon
Creator
02/04/2025
Viktor Leon
Creator
02/04/2025