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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

[ Training Camp : Owl ]
(part 4)

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"MY~ WHAT ARE YOU doing here, my lil kitten~?"

"None of your damn business, Hanma.." I spatted removing my gaze from him and back to my snacks. I shrugged and put both inside the cart. "And I am not your lil kitten."

"My~ don't be so cold." he said as he followed me to the other isle. Hanma rested his arms around my shoulder which I just let him. Since its no use removing his arms away cause he'll do it again and again until you give. He's a pain in the ass.

"What are you doing here anyways?" I asked not looking at him. My eyes sparkled as the ice creams came to view. I quickly ran up to it making Hanma's arms fall down as I hand him the cart which he gladly took.

"Woah!! Now, which one would he like? Hmmmmm..." my fingers held my chin as I thought hard enough. Recalling his behavior earlier, he seems to act like a child that has mood swings. So I bet he like cookies and cream but something tell me he like Salted Caramel... Weird.

"Okay I'll have this... and this... these too... Okay fuck it Imma buy this thing!" I huffed and called for a staff. I told them I was gonna purchase all of it.

"Who are you buying these for? You never bought me ice cream." Hanma saddly said resting his arm on top of my head that made me pissed.

It made me pissed over the fact that he was much taller than me. I swear to God if I get taller than him, I will kick his ass bitch. Just wait.

After buying all the needed stuff, I went outside carrying the bag full of ingredients. Following behind me was the ice cream I bought, it was inside a heavy looking huge box.

Hanma was lighting his cigarette and I asked for one which he gave me. He put the cigarette on my mouth and leaned closer to me and connected our cigarettes together. Mine started to light then I pulled out.

"You're gonna be carrying that box of ice cream using your pick-up.. Right?" I beamed a smile at him as I could tell he was hesitant but sighed in defeat.

"Yeah sure.. Whatever..." he lazily handed me the things he was carrying and signalled for the staffs to follow him to his car. I giggled and went to my bike.

Wait a damn minute- how the fuck am I suppose to carry these?! How the fuck am I suppose to drive!? How the fu--

"HANMAA!!!" I yelled and ran to his car. I opened the door to the backseat and yeeted all the bags there before zooming back to my baby Hades.

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