Smol_Lappcheto
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“I always look at you in envy, Phainon…” Khaslana began.
“I miss when I… used to look as pretty as you.”
Phainon frowned then, those words tugging at his heartstrings.
“You think… I’m pretty?” he blinked.
“I do. You don’t think so?”//
Something, or rather someone, has found its way into Phainon's room.