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“Mikyyy! I need your opinion on something,” Marcin chatters. He keeps going on about the details, probably, if Mihael really wanted to listen in on the finer points of what Marcin wants, but that’s a lot of Marcin to handle, even if Mihael does love him.
Mihael just nods along until Marcin hurries to get whatever he wants Mihael’s help with. He isn’t expecting much, maybe just a decision on which coffee mugs would be more suited to Martin or Eri or Rasmus.
So when Marcin returns wearing a svelte red dress, to say Mihael’s jaw drops is an understatement.
