“Just lower the zipper and get out,” Alina grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s adorable when she’s grumpy. She’s adorable all the time. I step closer to her, a smirk playing on my lips. “Oh, Nuisance, but your body language tells me otherwise.” I gather her hair in my hands and tug at it. Her elbow drives into my torso, causing me to buck over slightly. “Don’t pull my hair, Asseer! I already shed like Lemon.” It’s true. Whenever she combs her hair, the floor is covered in a sea of black-and-white strands. I always have to remind her to clean up after herself. Sighing, I gently
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