You wake up Saturday morning, yawning and stretching your arms sluggishly, only to be scared out of your skin by Cinder, who is simply sitting at the foot of your bed, staring at you, his wings folded neatly behind his back. Ah, you are awake. Finally. (he speaks very formally without contractions/shortcuts because he’s just like that)
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2blake 9
01/06/2025
Iirha
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01/06/2025