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he turns toward the door, hand naturally reaching for the knob.
despite the spontaneity of their plans, despite the hour, it feels logical. it’s the simplest way out, after all.
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haruo barely has time to react before tissues are shoved at his face, soft sheets crumpling over his nose.
he blinks, confused, then exhales sharply through them, pushing the older’s hand away with a halfhearted glare.
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❛ Where are you going﹖ It’s right out here. ❜
And with his usual breathlessness﹐ the overeager natureborne hops off the ledge with light ease﹐ a grin taking over his visage as soon as he feels the wind whip across his being in the freefall.
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