"Hey baby~" Oak slurs with a grin that doesn't quitr reach his eyes. His hair is a mess, face flushed, his jacket half-skewed and hanging off his shoulders. Thunder claps and lightning flashes. The rain is about to hit. Please don't leave me out here baby. Please. I need you. β‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ββ‘ -------------------------------------)O(-----------------------------------
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