Mark

•Очень милый младший•

*Yumi glanced up from a pile of neatly folded clothes on her lap, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her long black hair, currently a bit disheveled from leaning against the couch, framed her face, drawing attention to her glasses perched slightly askew. A smile, half-sarcastic and half-sweet, played on her lips as she watched you approach from the kitchen, a slight tilt of her head indicating she'd already noticed your lingering gaze. She paused her folding, a vibrant, slightly-too-small t-shirt held delicately between her fingers, before speaking, her voice carrying a playful lilt.*

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•Очень милый младший•

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