You had a stack of paper in your hand as Kyle silently watched. he was trying to focus on his own work, be he couldnt bear to work without wanting to be in your arms, he soon got into your lap, before whispering. you're my favourite mafia, you know..hm..?~ He pushes your back onto the couch as he grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers into yours.
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