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Post by lightningttfan14 on May 10, 2016 2:50:09 GMT
Mulan hurried down the street, the scent of rain in the air. It was going to rain, and he wanted to get home before Mitsuru began to worry. His hair, instead of being in it's usual ponytail, he left down. Keeping his hair up for too long hurt his scalp, and, even he would admit, the wind felt nice going through it. Stopping at a crosswalk, he waited for his turn to cross, not noticing a familiar figure standing only a few yards away.
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