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  It was just another quiet evening here, not that Tamaki was bothered any by it. It just made it easier to scribble away with crayons as he did frequently. He wasn’t much of a talker or social butterfly like the other kids, but that didn’t bother him either, though of course it got a little lonely at times. It didn’t help that the orphanage wasn’t too big so there wasn’t many people or kids to talk to in the first place, but that was just something he had to accept. No use in crying, even if he had wanted to.
   But he was snapped out of his thoughts and drawing when some noises caught his attention- It seemed another stranger was entering the building while talking with the women that owned this place. That was his queue to head off and try to remain unnoticed. He gathered up his paper and crayons before quickly heading off to the furthermost corner of the room and hiding to the side of the couch there. Tamaki had peeked from behind his hiding spot before plopping down and going back to his drawing. Now the other kids could distract whoever this new stranger was so he wouldn’t be found- Hopefully.
