Crazy Baby's
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Reva gave a small gape as she watched Davian casually climb onto her patterned bed. The man was half lying on the headboard while fiddling with a cellphone that Reva rarely knew of its existence.
"You really think this is your home, Davian said." - Reva, stepping in closer to Davian. The sound of stupid deheman from the direction of the hazel man.
Reva stopped in bed, she chose to sit there. The darkly sweet girl looked up, the dinner hour was past; what a short day. A simple summary of today's lecture—usai Reva was dragged following Davian like a duckling to justify the problem of a renewal point or the like, then watched Davian fall asleep in his lap and end up having an afternoon conversation with a cup of hot chocolate, until who would have thought the situation would continue until dinner and the current conditions.
"Good day" Reva commented, still staring at the ceiling. Davian stopped his surfing activities in cyberspace, the man glanced. His brain wondered why Reva was not lying next to him.
"You're not lying down?" ask Davian later. Reva's eyebrows shot up, she turned her head with a curious look at Davian's words that sounded like an unnatural joke.
"Bondlessed men and women should not lie in the same bed." Reva said. Trying to follow Davian's conversation. This hazel guy beside Reva is starting to act weird again. Is it possible to do with the instinct problem they discussed earlier?
Davian was grieving without a sound, the feeling of being slashed was bothering him again. The man threw an annoyed look. A red hue appeared on both cheeks, with a half-pout face she said—
"We're husband and wife."
The deg!
"You're joking Davian," cynically Reva leaned back against the head of the bed.
"Hehehe.." Davian chuckles lightly. He shrugged indifferently, happy to succeed in teasing the wife—Reva.
"If you want we can get married for real..."
Brak!
Kick Reva. Davian fell to the other side of the bed because Reva agreed. The girl looks so ugly.
"Truly not funny Davian—" said Reva hanging. There was a ringing pain from the bottom of the bed, Davian tried to get up. Barbarians too, turned out, the inner man.
"—don't you always complain about wanting to untie us?" reva's splices sounded straightforward in Davian's ear.
Again Davian made sculpting with lips mute. Reva justifies the position so that it is a little more comfortable on the bed itself. The girl glanced, no response from Davian. The question mark again stopped when Reva saw Davian never get up from the floor.
"You okay, Davian?" tanya Reva was worried. Davian was still silent, his mouth speechless. The girl was a little nervous. Silence struck for a while, until Davian turned to—from behind the tail his eyes stared directly at the dark bead Reva.
"I don't want to anymore" muttered Davian ambiguously. Reva quickly changed the position of her body to be perfectly upright, the girl's hearing changed sharply; digesting the words of this hezel-loving man. What does he mean? ask the goddess of the Inner Reva.
Davian opened his lips.
"It hurts, can't we just be like this?"
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