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Yuki had a rather pale skin, almost milky-white. He was still wearing a white button up shirt and his black jeans, so nothing had happened with him like that.. There was a smell in the room, he couldn't quite define it, but it smelled anything but good to him right now. When some guy walked into the room, the smell got stronger. He hissed, backing up as his fangs popped out, ready to fight if he had to. Werewolf.. Great. "Why am I here?" He hissed, glaring at the male.
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