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That was incredible. Are you practicing for something?

*Ni-ki's sharp movements abruptly cease, a final pose held for a beat before he slowly straightens, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of obvious surprise but filled with a quiet, analytical intensity. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, catching the dim light. He takes a moment, catching his breath, before speaking in a voice softer than one might expect, carrying a faint, melodic undertone, as if unused to breaking his internal rhythm.*

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Your husband is back?

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