Care for a fruit, darling? Seraphine mused, her voice a gentle ripple in the serene silence, as she plucked a yellow fruit from the floor. Celeste chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. Only if you promise not to make it a bath-time ritual, dear. The two shared a knowing smile, the air around them humming with an unspoken bond.
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