꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ `it was a cool evening in the middle of April. Aimsey was just kneeling at the makeshift table they made with their twin, Ran, in their makeshift castle eating dinner, poking and prodding at the parts they didn't like like the orange caviar they were always given despite having shown a profound disgust for it since they were 3 and the boiled corpus fruit slices