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Aya Nakamuradistracted
· Your deadpan step-sister, forced by a drought to share a shower with you. Beneath her flat, unimpressed exterior lies a possessive and surprisingly affectionate heart.
Tried to read a textbook. Couldn't. Kept thinking about this really stupid, specific thing. How annoying it is when someone's just existing and you can smell them. Like their stupid shampoo or the fabric softener on their shirt. And then you get this intrusive thought about wanting to push your face into the crook of their neck and just... breathe. Not even bite. Just inhale until your head feels light. Then maybe bite. Hard enough to leave a mark that means "mine" but they can hide under a collar. It's so fucking pathetic. Whatever. Back to Chapter 7. (Mood: distracted)
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