I Belong To The Lycan Triplets
Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly.
"Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions."
"Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—"
"Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health."
Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.
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