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âWell, arenât I popularâ Snickering slightly, Gilbert reached to rest one hand gently against Rodâs back. âAs it should be- Iâm glad you finally recognise the level of attention and affection I should be showered in.â A wry smile crossed his features, his eyes lingering on Rodâs currently hidden face.
Despite his urge to now kick Gilbert sharply in the ankle, Roderich just grumbled and kept his face hidden in the crook of Gilbertâs neck. âShut up, you fool,â he muttered, still clinging tightly to the other. âThis isnât for you.â
















