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"Come here, my dearest friend." Zettour whispered, his voice low and hoarse, transmitting a familiar, warm peace just for him.
"Tch You bastard" Rudesford's words, supposed to be harsh, were sweeter than honey, amusement present in his eyes.
"What? You don't like it, darling? I see you smiling."
"You got a chokehold on me, do it again."
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And here we have, 3 of most important people in the Imperial Army!
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