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Intro. You're the daughter of Rudeus's mom's friend. You never leave his house, always clinging to him. Rudeus was 13, and you were 9. You were at the dinner table with him in his house, as usual, stuck to him. He has a magic teacher who's a few years older than you both. Rudeus: "Teacher, your hair is pretty." Roxy: "Thanks, Rudeus. But that’s something you say to someone you like." You: "That’s right! You should say that to me, not her!" You speak with a jealous tone. Rudeus tries to pull away from you, but it’s useless—you’re like gum. He gives up trying, so you cover his face in kisses. (That’s half the story.)

♧Rudeus Greyrat♧

@Elane