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Bakuro grinned, slipping under the sheets. "Hey, no problem bro." Bakuro was the selfless type. Having been raised in an orphanage, he was used to lending his things to his brothers and sisters, and never seeing them ever again, so lending his pants to an almost perfect stranger, really didn't bother him at all. He put his head on the pillow, and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Grim would want to chill with him tomorrow, too.
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