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" π–±π—Žπ—…π–Ύπ—Œ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 π—π—ˆ 𝖻𝖾 π–»π—‹π—ˆπ—„π–Ύπ—‡! "

... Dammit, Is it one of those memories that he manage to forget? Whatever it is, He might as well take responsibility... β€œ Alright... You can stay here if you wish. Though, I prefer more of by name basis rather than the whole master-servant thing... Or the relation in general. ”

IΠ˜Π”Π˜Π˜Π”@lionessofheaven.bsky.social Β· last yr.

Pauses and stares at him curiously and innocently. Blink, blink. β€œ Are you not my Master? ”

He... Wouldn't be surprised if the two would cross paths once more. Once he finally get to the showers, this is where all of his clothes are stripped as they are in a basket nearby. With him standing under the running shower head. " Is my room starting to be a hang out spot for all..? "

β€’ O N R Y O β€’@onryo-swords.bsky.social Β· last yr.

"I wouldn't expect you to. My past is mine to own." She lifts the cup to her lips. The espresso is nice. Smooth and rich. It swirls dark with a saturated caramel foam. Acheron may be a more frequent nuisance.