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He moved, to where he was sitting on his stomach-
"My bad- sorry-" He sputtered, embarrassed.,
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He moved, to where he was sitting on his stomach-
"My bad- sorry-" He sputtered, embarrassed.,
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"Why are you nervous-?" He asked, resting his chin on his chest, as his demon tail swayed-
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"Oh my god- stop lying or i will s m a k -" He hissed-
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"You looked to the right-"
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"Ugh- whatever." He growled, burying his face into his neck.
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Mason sighed, closing his eyes as he huffed, grabbing Connor's arms and wrapping them around his waist, wanting to be held.
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Mason fell asleep soon after, snoring like a corgi puppy-
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(oKa-)
Mason paused, waking up at the sound. "What the…"
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Mason was oddly confused. "Connor- what the fuck-"
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Mason yelped, immediately looking around in every corner, attempting to grab his knife-
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"Red lady?!" He pulled his dagger out- nearly about to a t t a c k -
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Mason paused, before throwing the dagger. "You said 'Who's that in the corner?' And 'Watch out for the red lady.'"
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"Just now-"
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"Because you were sleeping." He muttered, stuffing his face into his chest.
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Mason yawned, sighing softly.