[ lumine fights the fluffy comforter as it falls over her head, weighed down by all the feathers and fluff in it. with a twist of her mouth, she crawls from underneath it, disturbing their handiwork even more. at the very least, aether would think it's been slept on.
hopefully. ]
Who knows? Maybe farming would finally get you to quit the mafia.
[ as if that would ever happen, though. he did say that he's the heir to his dad, didn't he? she pulls up the comforter from the edge of the bed, finally emerging from it. ]
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[ lumine fights the fluffy comforter as it falls over her head, weighed down by all the feathers and fluff in it. with a twist of her mouth, she crawls from underneath it, disturbing their handiwork even more. at the very least, aether would think it's been slept on.
hopefully. ]
Who knows? Maybe farming would finally get you to quit the mafia.
[ as if that would ever happen, though. he did say that he's the heir to his dad, didn't he? she pulls up the comforter from the edge of the bed, finally emerging from it. ]