[ His own lil' bird perched atop him. His hand atop her head drifts down, trailing the small of her back as he loosely hugs her against him, tilting his head down to get a look at her in kind. She really was cute... She's the one who planted that word in his vocabulary, rarely sprinkled as it may be. ]
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[ "You'll go there with me, won't you?" ]
Mm. [ He nods softly. ] I'm coming for you, Ayaka.
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[ "You'll go there with me, won't you?" ]
Mm. [ He nods softly. ] I'm coming for you, Ayaka.
That's a promise.