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Stirring in his arms, her palm laid flat on his chest.

“Do you ever reminisce on how we ended up in the land of the living? How different we could’ve became had wherever we used to call home hadn’t changed?”

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Hefty and baritone, her voice reverberated with the gruff of a commanding officer in the prime of his years, much more defined that Kisukes.

“If you woke me out of my sleep for nothing I’m going to have my army claw out your eyeballs.”

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If she didn’t stop him now he would wake Jinta, Ururu, and Tessai. Galloping to the corner of the living area, she rounded the shoji with an irate look in her eyes, golden ringlets dazzled in annoyance.

“Please; shut your trap before you wake the kids.” -

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❝You need to bathe, Habibi. Go run us a bath, I’ll join you. You can tell me all about how you’ve missed me being around to brighten up the gloom you’ve created in this place. ❞

< There goes that distinct stench of his, the one he gathers from weeks spent in the lab without even the thought of a bath crossing his mind—nevertheless, she was his mate and most things about him attracted her. She breathed a sensual breath against his ear, and licked around the lobe. >

❝What would you do without me, Habibi, huh? Probably roll over and die.❞

Unapologetically naked, sunk to the floor and wrapped her thickly plump thighs around his scrawny hips, arms around his abdomen, and eased her face in the crease of his neck. .>

❝You really are, ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ.❞

Almost instantaneous did this creature transform into that of a human woman—copper toned ebony manicured nails and deep back length hair that about eased between her buttocks. Her hands locked on her curvaceous hips—she smacked his head. >

< whose long tongue licked its lips and yawned like that of a groggy middle-aged man near the end of his prime, and speaking even more corse with a baritone delivery.

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< Plugging the machine into the socket and pulling open its insides, she neatly placed the rolls in rows, closing it and setting it to a low heat so they’ll rise.

“Easy as can be.” She hopped onto the counter beside the thing and swung her legs with a smile.

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<For some odd reason, Kisuke inverted the heat from the lasers so that he could practice his cooking until he was prepared for his truest and most formidable foe. The Oven.

“Nothing wrong with taking the easy way out, Habibi. Your stop-at-nothing attitude is going to be the death of you.”>

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< promoting him from irregular, to a premiere customer in a matter of weeks. This creation was called a DOME — originally meant to be a mini robot security precaution with built in cameras, audio sensors, and even laser beams for detected intruders. >

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< She jogged back into the pantry and rummaged around for that replica of an air fryer he made last week. He sold a few of his concoctions to Hitsugaya, whose curiosity towards Kisukes inventions seemingly blossomed out of nowhere — >

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< Rinsing her hands, and the funnel… she tossed and curled the dough into medium sized balls, showering them in cinnamon, and funneling creamy syrup into stomachs of the dough, all in one motion.

“Now that, that’s done…” >

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