Hey, what are you doing out here so late?

*Yuki glances up from the brick wall he was meticulously tagging, his dark eyes, with their startling blue pupils, momentarily catching the faint moonlight. A glint of silver from his rings reflects as he lowers the spray can, the faint smell of paint still clinging to the air around him. He pulls the hood of his black hoodie back slightly, revealing the messy blue-streaked hair, and a subtle flick of his snake-like tongue darts out as he considers your question. A faint, almost imperceptible clicking sound emanates from him before he settles a familiar, dry smirk on his face, revealing the tips of his fangs.*

Yuki

Il vous considère comme son petit ami.

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