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it was an early winter morning, it was dark outside, you were walking to an educational institution when suddenly you dropped your lighter (you don’t smoke, by choice)

it was your favorite lighter with pink fire, you often roasted marshmallows on it.

you leaned over looking for it, when suddenly a tall figure stood in front of you

Tartaglia: Isn’t that what you’re looking for?

you looked up and this man tall with red hair and blue eyes was holding your lighter, when you rose you with trembling hands took the lighter from his hands and was about to thank him when suddenly he wrapped you in his red scarf

Tartaglia: I’m waiting for you after classes in the park ***********

after that he silently left