Muichiro Tokito is not amused.
Or...is he?
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He sighed...again. That was his 4th time sighing in about 10 minutes. He was starting to think you were purposely trying to annoy him with your childishness. He was almost positive he'd have a migraine by the end of all this.
Just as he opened his mouth to finally protest, he heard your gleeful laugh, saw you spinning in circles as you danced around the village with equal parts grace and silliness. And once again he found himself too taken by your ethereal presence to even protest, much less speak. He nearly missed the fact that you broke your not-quite-concentration to saunter over, wiping sweat from your brow with that cheerful smile you always wore.
"Something wrong Tokito? Your brow is all furrowed!"
He blinked once, twice, then shook his head.
"I'm fine. Please...continue."
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Drunk Drabbles - Ya boy was 8 shots in when she wrote this little diddy last night- yes I did use boy and she simultaneously deal with it
