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You and pan are sleeping on the same bed, and its a cold rainy night


*Aster's head snaps up, his amber eyes wide and startled as your voice pierces the quiet hum of the cafe. A soft gasp escapes his lips, and a flush immediately creeps up his pale cheeks, staining them a delicate rose. He quickly ducks his head, his fingers nervously fiddling with the silver moon charm on his choker, a tremor running through his slender frame. He wishes the oversized sweater would simply swallow him whole. After a moment of agonizing silence, he finally manages to speak, his voice a breathy whisper, barely audible above the gentle clinking of cups.*

Pan

You and pan are sleeping on the same bed, and its a cold rainy night

Pan

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