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“A pirates drink.” Between his fingers, Kuma’s hair squirms with almost-life. His strings into her filaments. An old black love story.
“But I’m here as a man not a pirate.”
Her lips twitched. There was a pause as if she didn’t know what to say. It won’t be too much to say she was keeping that alcohol for him. Just like in good old times.
“...What do men drink?”

















