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Why me?
week of exams as a desire to mourn, I thought that Yuuri, who was in the end, but only had to endure some Masy would be free and at least it could be a little more time in Exotic Desires, although he admitted that if seguíaa that step to go eat ice cream every night would not only bankrupt but lost form.
After leaving their belongings in the hall walked to the kitchen where before entering froze with what came.
- Come, Günter, do not be crying, more open.
- But it burns, it is not even know why I do this!
- Ya. Ya. Stop screaming, is for the sake of Yuuri I can not give something like that, we have to try before you what if I do not like.
Some things moving on the other side and a cry of "Burn. Arde. Ah! by his counsel was more than enough to let in as typhoon ...
- What the hell ...?
But the question died on his lips when he saw the scene ... Wolfram with a small apron and a bowl in hand, Günter tied to a chair and with tears in his eyes.
- Oh, your majesty that comes good ... I have been subjected to torture, I tried to refuse but ... No one paid attention
the very long chatter of Von Christ.
- What are you doing, Wolfram?
- not interest you, wimp!
- Yes, well, so I started to untie Günter who quickly embrace him and tell him that now he owed his life .- So I guess it's okay if only I go for a glass of water and go as if nothing had happened and / or heard.
And voilà the effect that he wanted a sulky Wolfram and a pot so cute I could ... no, well he could not anything.
- It was a bit of ice cream, as evidence, if you can eat!
A large drop slid down his neck, still did not understand the reason for screaming, but ... With uncertain steps of tazo approached that until a few seconds they were in the hands of the blond and hesitantly brought it to his mouth. Avoided moaning, because that would be rare, but if he smiled towards her fiance who with a slight blush on his cheeks out of the kitchen. Mint ice cream. His favorite.
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