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For a moment, Shiro allowed himself to pout before pride made him smile intently. Well, whatever he couldn't have now, he could always have later. He picked at his meal, pretending that the graceful and fluid way Fitello moved his beautiful fingers didn't enchant him. Though it was hard that they couldn't enchant him - everything about this man had from his music to the way he spoke.
Shiro was, indeed, captured by Fitello.
"So does the meal meet your approval?" Shiro asked while he took a sip of wine.
((I'm sorry for the late update T_T))
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