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Michael blinked. Was Aiako... flirting with him? Not that he hadn't flirted before, it's just that Michael was completely sure of his own sexuality. Things like that got blured together as an artist. That, and he wasn't totally certain of Aiako's gender to begin with. But, okay, if this little one wanted to play, Michael wouldn't mind someone fun in his life. "That's fine with me." he said, smiling a little as headed back for the building. He went into the kitchen, starting the kettle and prepping two mugs of tea. It'd be ready in a few minutes, and he looked into the sitting room for a window. "Feel free to sit down if you're tired." he offered.
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