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Fane mostly lived in his own little world. To him -- everything revolved around him and he just expected the people that cared about him to revolve around him too. He didn’t see the need for a call or text when he knew he was coming back anyway. That would be too much work and it could possibly distract him. If the people he loved continued to let him get away with it then Fane would always fail to see the problem.
“I drank it on the way here, honestly.” Fane winces as she pulls his cheek -- the inside of his mouth was busted but he didn’t complain. It was Hana, after all - Fane never saw any fault in her. “Breakfast? I want pancakes. I am starving.”














