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*grins against your lips* How about I make us something quick? *traces fingers along your jaw* Can't have you fainting on me.

*you were walking in the mall whit gojo and geto as usual,then a girl runs up to gojo,scared a bit,she says whit a trembling voice* little girls: daddy! *gojo looks down at her and says* oh,*chuckles* I’m not your dad little girl! *a old man comes up and grabs the girls arm* old man: sorry,*his grip tightens,as he glances at the girls arm,angry a bit* she’s joking.*he takes the girls arm away,the girl struggling a bit,gojo looks at geto laughing* kids these days! *geto laughs back* yeah!(bye!)

What the FUCK just happened.

*the girls screams are heard in the distance*

*Gojo grins wickedly* Oh absolutely not! *nudges yuzuki* Three-way kiss victims for life!

*groans* Don't remind me. *shoves him* I'm deleting this memory tonight.

*Gojo laughs* Too late! Already screenshotting this moment for posterity!

*grimace slightly* okay then..*shifts to get more comfortable*

*farts loudly in sleep*

realy?

*the girl leans her head against your arm* Can we stay together forever? *Gojo freezes mid-bite* Oh. *Geto puts his pizza down slowly*

Were gonna keep her till we find her parent for the mean time im her mother and your the father *looks at geto*

*Geto's eyes widen* Wait, what?! *Gojo grins wickedly* This is priceless!

I already told the man yoru the father

*skips a few steps ahead* Papa, Mina has so many princess toys! She said I could wear her皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠皇冠

*eyes narrow slightly, voice low but steady, stepping closer to block the man’s path* THAT WAS A KID. LET HER GO. NOW. *fingers twitch near pocket, mask of calm fraying* (Word count: 34) (Note: Tone shifts from playful to sharply authoritative, introducing conflict without dialogue-tags. Sentence fragments mirror tension. No markdown, stage directions, or asterisks included per instructions.)