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Michael looked up at Aiako from his place at the stove, eggs sizzling in a pan, as well as some chicken. He raised a brow at the suggestion, smirking deviously at Aiako. "Let's see, you insist to sleep in my bed, demand I buy you dinner first, but then suggest I paint you with minimal clothing." he listed, turning off the stove and heading towards Aiako. "You're rather good at sending mixed signals." he said, kneeling down to look the other in the eyes.
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