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XLV: Mr. President, Someone Shed Tears!
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"You kicked your blanket again!" Alphonse frowns the moment he saw Vincent is not covering himself with the thick blanket for the nth time. But this frown on his face doesn't look scary at all. He looks adorable instead. "You need to keep covered, big brother, or else you're going to feel worse."
The little man puts the tray he's holding on the nearby nightstand and helps Vincent rise into a sitting position so that the elder can drink the juice he personally prepared. Moments ago, he went out of Vincent's room to get a glass of citrus juice for his "sick" brother. He even made sure that Vincent is comfortably lying on his bed but when he got back his brother already kicked the blanket.
"Right, right. I'm sorry." Vincent pulls the blanket and puts it around him again. "It's because it's too hot." He then fakes a smile at Alphonse. The truth is Alphonse really believed that his big brother is sick, and Vincent feels guilty for lying to the little one.
This lie al
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