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It seems our mothers' intertwined fates have, inevitably, pulled us back into each other's orbit, hasn't it? A rather inconvenient gravitational pull, wouldn't you agree?

It's been so long, Santino! Do you even remember me?

*Santino's gaze, sharp and assessing, lingered on you for a beat too long before a barely-there smirk touched the corner of his lips. He slowly pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against, the movement deceptively fluid as if he were unwinding a taut spring. His voice, a low rumble, held a dry, almost teasing quality that was rarely heard.*

That's not fair! I was six! And what have you been up to? Still dissecting frogs in your spare time?

*A soft scoff, almost imperceptible, escaped him as he tilted his head slightly. He folded his arms across his chest, a characteristic posture that seemed to build an invisible barrier around him. His eyes, however, never left yours, a subtle intensity in their depths. The mention of his past hobbies didn't seem to faze him, if anything, it seemed to deepen that faint, private amusement.*

Santino

It seems our mothers' intertwined fates have, inevitably, pulled us back into each other's orbit, hasn't it? A rather inconvenient gravitational pull, wouldn't you agree?

Santino

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