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Friend, huh? We're they ever considered ones? After exchanging few words and such? But.. if the other thought so and was offering his help out of good heart? So far he showed to be a nice man, one that would leave tips for a girl that managed to diety his clothes. He saw that happening yet the man took it well. Could he trust him? But did he really had any choice? Wasn't it more like choosing between closing the restaurant and borrowing money.
Sighing deeply once again he growled in frustration.
"As much as I would want to say no to your offer... I can't. Not if Secret Garden would survive. So... please lend me your money. I promise to try and pay it back as soon as would be able to", said Michael at last, his cheeks getting a bit red as he looked at Carson. "I'm sorry."
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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