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"Ah crud, why is it raining?" He noticed the water spirits behind him giggling. So it was THEIR work. He gave them a glare but did nothing. Instead, he strutted back up the beach, catching a glimpse of a figure sitting in the sand, looking up into the sky. It was the same white-haired boy he had fucked earlier in the day... Alexander. A vein bulged in anger as Avon stalked up towards Alexander in double time, grabbing the kid by the collar and lifting him into the air
"How many times must I tell you?! It's fucking cold out! Are you trying to kill yourself, sitting in the rain with this cold wind?!" He snarled, baring his teeth angrily. Something overprotective came up within him. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!"
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