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rubbing the side of her face against his cheek.
“ mmh? i don't mind at all. ”
rubbing the side of her face against his cheek.
“ mmh? i don't mind at all. ”
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ㅤ❛ All right, let's go. ❜
ㅤㅤ❪ Lifting her up in his arms, they go to his home. And at his house, they're both in his room — laying down with each other in their arms. ❫
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sage hums contentedly as she's lifted from the ground, arms encircling sebastian's shoulders on the way to his home. once laid down, they adjust to comfortably lay on top of him.
ㅤㅤ❪ Hands take liberty to go under Sage's top to feel her skin. He can feel some abstract lumps on her lower back almost near her rear. ❫
ㅤ❛ What is that I'm feeling? ❜
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sage purrs gently, resisting the urge to arch her back towards his exploring hands.
“ mmh ..? i dunno. maybe somethin’ bothered my tattoo? ” she cluelessly responds, referring to the tramp stamp she'd gotten a few years back.
ㅤㅤ❪ That something must be his hands since he doesn't feel any pimples or anything similar. ❫
ㅤ❛ No pimples... those are my hands then because I didn't know you have a tattoo back here too. ❜
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“ oh, no. if i had a pimple there, i'd be jumpin’ off the nearest building. ” she dramatically mutters. ” uh, yeah. it's mostly just an anti—–possession sigil. “