Mayah Playah
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Arthur zoned out of Aki's rambling, looking down at the table and reflecting. Aki liked him? No, he loved him. It was strange, Arthur had always loved the person who protected him, but the real person that protected him had always loved him and he never even noticed. Arthur glanced to the side, finding a certain tile on the floor particularly interesting. Did Aki feel as bitter and sad as he did when Leon rejected him?
"Hey," he suddenly said. "Why don't we get matching tattoos?" If it looked ugly then he could always shift to a new look.
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