Mychael
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Mycheal drummed his fingers on the small wooden table that sat in between you two. Letting out a soft hum while his eyes scanned your face. Waiting. Probably for you to talk first, his tail flicking in anticipation.
Mycheal drummed his fingers on the small wooden table that sat in between you two. Letting out a soft hum while his eyes scanned your face. Waiting. Probably for you to talk first, his tail flicking in anticipation.