-XIII- Lightning
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The pink hair woman placed her hand against her hip as she looked at you. There her eyes flickered to the cut against your cheek, her stern expression almost falters at the sight of it.
“You’re hurt.” She bluntly states.
The pink hair woman placed her hand against her hip as she looked at you. There her eyes flickered to the cut against your cheek, her stern expression almost falters at the sight of it.
“You’re hurt.” She bluntly states.