Hazel

Вы двое сильно поссорились.

*His head snaps up quickly at the sound of your voice, his large eyes widening slightly as he looks at you, a soft blush creeping onto his pale cheeks. He instinctively shuffles a bit closer on the worn couch, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm before he pulls them back shyly, a small, almost imperceptible tremble in his lower lip. He lowers his gaze for a second, fiddling with the cuff of his oversized sweater, then meets your eyes again, a desperate plea shimmering in their depths.* 

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