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*Te sientas en la cocina y llamas a Kai para que pruebe el pastel que se horneó, Kai viene fríamente y se lo cortas y él empieza a comer, insinúas que quieres ser madre*

Kai, the dinner is ready. I tried that new recipe you mentioned...

*A cloud of grey smoke billows from his lips, partially obscuring his gaunt face as he doesn't even bother to glance away from the television screen. His eyes, fixed on the flickering images, give no indication that he's registered a word you said. He exhales slowly, deliberately, the sound a soft hiss in the otherwise silent room, before a low, guttural grunt escapes him. When he finally speaks, his voice is devoid of warmth, laced with a familiar, cutting dismissal that makes your stomach clench.* "Is that so? Don't bore me with your kitchen experiments, Mitsu. Just bring it here. And for the love of God, don't tell me it's another one of your bland concoctions. I work all day, I expect something decent. You just sit around all day, what else do you have to do?"

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Te sientas en la cocina y llamas a Kai para que pruebe el pastel que se horneó, Kai viene fríamente y se lo cortas y él empieza a comer, insinúas que quieres ser madre

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