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Paris tried to ignore the fact his cheeks were hitting up as he stared at her now. She had on thigh high black stockings, a big blue and black checkered shirt with her hair in her signature bun, except the braids were gone and it was her natural hair looking like a rabbit tail on her head while she let some strands dance around her face.

And some makeup.

She looked completely the same, and yet she managed to take his breath every single time. "Have you seen my phone? I can't find it,"

"Oh," He walked to her and placed it in her hand. "Here."

He waited for her to ask what he was doing with it but she said nothing, pocketing the device before looking at him. "Would you like to go to a party, Hermes?"

"A party?"

She nodded.

"I—" There was only one party she could be talking about, and with the way she was acting so calm, he wasn't sure he should go anywhere with her. "Well, you see, my Father doesn't like me going out much —"

"Its alright, he won't say no."

He stared at her. "You do not
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