Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor looked up from his book, his dark purple eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of his love with a bag if Takis..he said calmly, setting his book aside.
"since you're here, perhaps you could join me in a little snack?"
Fyodor watched them with a mix of interest and amusement as they opened the bag and offered him some. He took a chip between his fingers, careful not to burn himself, and popped it into his mouth.