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.... It takes him a moment to reply. "No. No, it's not. Mayatan, your nose is cold." "I know." Miyavi can feel the outline of a smile against his neck, but it fades rather quickly. Maya beginst to untangle himself from Miyavi's arms and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning his head in his hands. Miyavi watches him for a moment before sliding out of bed and creeping up in front of Maya, peering up at...

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