His Son, Her Secret
Aurora, looking personally offended, chewed her toast and said, "I warned you. I told you not to pick a Japanese horror movie at midnight. But who said, ‘oh, Asian horror is so much more aesthetic’?"
Kyara lifted a weak finger. "Me. I’m an idiot. I admit it."
Max and Mischa exchanged a look before Max whispered loudly, "Grown-ups are weird."
"Species anomaly," Mischa muttered under her breath.
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Max was a ball of chaotic energy, completely unbothered after ruthlessly roasting Kyara and Aurora. He was now running around the living room, dragging Mischa by the hand. Mischa, as usual, moving at half Max’s speed with her trademark deadpan face.
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