Half the time she hates making those
Kenyan: *He pulls him closer* Nah I'm good~ -w-
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Richie: Want more?~ *He rubs against him*
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Lucian: Mm~~
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Eliver: I-I won't p-promise, Sans...*She looks down^ {I don't want you getting hurt}
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