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Neku strolled with his hand shoved deep to the pouches of their black, customized Beacon uniform trousers, the newest intense neckband of their light skirt clothing chafing somewhat facing their neck. He pushed their hand deep to the their pouches, their indigo earphones sleeping hefty around his neck. "Fine," Neku growled, blazing at the both smiling females. Neku open his throat so you can refuse they, but the terminology passed away inside the mouth area. (more…)