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i want rafayel to be real i'm LONGING for him so bad rn why he isnt real............ cries this is so bad im in too deep & too delulu

me too anon. the world would be 100% better if he was real(not like id have a chance) pls oh pls rafayel. hes such a cutie :((

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I WIN!!!

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I WIN

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im slowly turning into rafayel girlie he's such a babygirl wanna spoil him with lots of love

YESSSS join the raf girlies ... shower his sassy ass with gifts and affection... hes actually soooo cute guys i swear. hes a little jerk sometimes but nothing like a little barrage of kisses cant fix to remind him of what he could be missing out on he keeps on being so irritating. (affectionate)

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im sowwy for the lack of content these days i WILL write rafayel (and the others ig. /j) soon again trust

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𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: teasing rafayel !! based on his tipsy invitation card

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: nsfw, mdni, he’s tied up, grinding, you tease him with the rose, a bit rushed

𝐀/𝐍: thank you guys for all the love !! also i’m getting to ur requests pls wait for me !!

“you’re teasing me.” he accuses, watching you trail the rose along his chest. to which, you reply, “i am.”

his cheeks redden, watching as you carefully spread your legs to sit on his lap, smiling at him innocently. he can’t help but look away, knowing what would happen if he were to keep maintaining eye contact.

suddenly, his breath hitches. you’re moving your hips against him slowly, and he can’t help but let quiet groans of pleasure escape his lips.

taking the rose in your hands and tickling it against his chest once again, he shivers. but, he can only focus fully on how your body feels grinding against his.

“keep doing that.” he breathes, his eyes closing as he leans his head against the back of the chair he’s tied to. “yeah? do you like it?” you giggle, to which he can only nod.

his face contorts into numerous expressions of pleasure. he can’t help but ask, “can’t you be a little more gentle?” to which you do. slowing down, he’s nodding his head fast, a signal to you he likes what you’re doing.

his attempts to move his hips up into you don’t go unnoticed, but you let him do as he pleases. it’s the least you could do, he’s been so good.

he can’t take it anymore. his breath grows heavy, and he’s gritting his teeth. “i’m gonna cum,” he whispers, resulting in you quickly kissing his cheek. “go ahead baby.”

at your permission, he does. you can only giggle at his expression, his eyes looking into yours as he grows red yet again.

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i like how most of my asks so far are solely rafayel centered 😭😭 im not complaining but wow

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can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations

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the little mermaid (?)

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haha no problema!! feel free to share as much ideas as you'd like, my ask box is pretty spacious anyway!! im glad you liked it!

Heyo! I love your Rafie fics! I was wondering if you would like to write a fanfic where S/I doesn't like rain. Like she jokes about them feeling like "watery knives", but even if she doesn't like rain too much... She plays in it just to see fish boyo happy even though she is grumbling.

Idk just wanna see Rafayel be a tease more. Lol thank you for your hard work!

my first official request on this blog!! tysm for requesting! i had fun with this one bc i love him

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

content: rafayel x gn!reader (was meant to be fem but in the end no gendered terms were used), no y/n, raf gets a cold at the end

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel somehow convinces you into the rain with him.

The streetlamps scattered around glowed in contrast to the dimly lit afternoon sky, hues of indigo and rouge signaling the beginning of a cold, familiar night in Linkon City.

And what would be a familiar night without Rafayel at your side?

He’s slowly and surely weaseled his way into your routine strolls, in which he now accompanies you whenever he has the time to. Strangely, he always has free space in his schedule for you, which he insists is a coincidence, or that it was simply fate that brought you two together once more.

“So what’s our next stop? The bakery downtown for the third time this week?” Rafayel asked, balancing himself on the curbs of the sidewalk.

“Second, actually.” You corrected quickly with a glare. “Besides, you didn’t have to come along today either… Stop complaining.”

Rafayel feigned mock offense, bringing a hand to his chest as he shook his head. “And leave you all alone in this vast, wide, big and scary city? No way. How could you ever live without me?”

You actually could very well live without him. But he’s too cute to leave, unfortunately.

“I can handle myself just fine, Rafie… You can leave if you don’t want to be he-”

Rafayel cuts through your sentence swiftly. “No thanks.”

Before you could even open your mouth to raise more questions as to what he exactly means by that plain and final answer, your words are diluted by the sudden downpour of rain above.

You watch as most people around you run for shelter from the rain, some more prepared ones opening their umbrellas and calmly carrying on with their day. Being a part of the unlucky few that didn’t bring one, you drag Rafayel to a nearby bus stop.

“Weird… They said it’d be cloudy at most today.” You muttered under your breath, the top of your head already wet, water dripping off the strands of hair.

Rafayel chuckles at you drenched state. “When were weather forecasts ever 100%? This is why you have to think of every possibility.”

“Oh? Does this mean you brought an umbrella?” You raised a brow at him expectantly. If he was so confident, then surely…–

“Nope.”

You stared at him in sheer, unbridled disappointment and confusion. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“I was going to bring an umbrella,” Rafayel paused for effect to tap on his chin to ponder for half a second. “but it looks like I forgot. I was so excited to see you again that it completely slipped out of my mind.”

“You…” You inhaled sharply and exhaled back out deeply to keep your blood pressure steady.

He flashes you a grin in an attempt to be a little apologetic, but it was obvious he wasn’t one bit.

“How am I supposed to go home with the weather this bad?” You looked up at the sky, the rain still unrelenting in its showers. You didn’t know how long it would last, and it was getting rather late into the day already.

Rafayel tilts his head at you and grabs a hold of your wrist, stepping forward from under the cover of the bus stop and into the drizzling skies. “We make a run for it, duh.”

He says it as if it’s such an obvious solution, one you should have thought of much sooner.

“We could get a cold, and I don’t look forward to walking past the front door soaked from head to toe!” You argue, disapproving of such a reckless idea. But then again, you’d be lying if his suggestion didn’t pique some sort of interest within you. “And it feels like a bunch of watery knives raining down from up above.”

“Don’t worry, if you flap your limbs, dance and doge around enough, and run as fast as you can, you’ll be able to deflect its attacks. And… A little rain never hurt anyone.”

Rafayel eagerly awaits your answer, but you both knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him down if he kept looking at you with those sparkling purple eyes, practically begging for you to accept and loose a little.

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, intertwining your fingers together lightly. You return his gesture with a smile.

“Okay, fine.”

—

The next morning, you receive a text message from Rafayel.

Rafayel poked you

Rafayel: [im dying]

You: [Told you you’d get sick.]

Rafayel: [dun u want me to get better? come here and nurse me back to health urself]

—

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Heyo! I love your Rafie fics! I was wondering if you would like to write a fanfic where S/I doesn't like rain. Like she jokes about them feeling like "watery knives", but even if she doesn't like rain too much... She plays in it just to see fish boyo happy even though she is grumbling.

Idk just wanna see Rafayel be a tease more. Lol thank you for your hard work!

my first official request on this blog!! tysm for requesting! i had fun with this one bc i love him

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

content: rafayel x gn!reader (was meant to be fem but in the end no gendered terms were used), no y/n, raf gets a cold at the end

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel somehow convinces you into the rain with him.

The streetlamps scattered around glowed in contrast to the dimly lit afternoon sky, hues of indigo and rouge signaling the beginning of a cold, familiar night in Linkon City.

And what would be a familiar night without Rafayel at your side?

He’s slowly and surely weaseled his way into your routine strolls, in which he now accompanies you whenever he has the time to. Strangely, he always has free space in his schedule for you, which he insists is a coincidence, or that it was simply fate that brought you two together once more.

“So what’s our next stop? The bakery downtown for the third time this week?” Rafayel asked, balancing himself on the curbs of the sidewalk.

“Second, actually.” You corrected quickly with a glare. “Besides, you didn’t have to come along today either… Stop complaining.”

Rafayel feigned mock offense, bringing a hand to his chest as he shook his head. “And leave you all alone in this vast, wide, big and scary city? No way. How could you ever live without me?”

You actually could very well live without him. But he’s too cute to leave, unfortunately.

“I can handle myself just fine, Rafie… You can leave if you don’t want to be he-”

Rafayel cuts through your sentence swiftly. “No thanks.”

Before you could even open your mouth to raise more questions as to what he exactly means by that plain and final answer, your words are diluted by the sudden downpour of rain above.

You watch as most people around you run for shelter from the rain, some more prepared ones opening their umbrellas and calmly carrying on with their day. Being a part of the unlucky few that didn’t bring one, you drag Rafayel to a nearby bus stop.

“Weird… They said it’d be cloudy at most today.” You muttered under your breath, the top of your head already wet, water dripping off the strands of hair.

Rafayel chuckles at you drenched state. “When were weather forecasts ever 100%? This is why you have to think of every possibility.”

“Oh? Does this mean you brought an umbrella?” You raised a brow at him expectantly. If he was so confident, then surely…–

“Nope.”

You stared at him in sheer, unbridled disappointment and confusion. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“I was going to bring an umbrella,” Rafayel paused for effect to tap on his chin to ponder for half a second. “but it looks like I forgot. I was so excited to see you again that it completely slipped out of my mind.”

“You…” You inhaled sharply and exhaled back out deeply to keep your blood pressure steady.

He flashes you a grin in an attempt to be a little apologetic, but it was obvious he wasn’t one bit.

“How am I supposed to go home with the weather this bad?” You looked up at the sky, the rain still unrelenting in its showers. You didn’t know how long it would last, and it was getting rather late into the day already.

Rafayel tilts his head at you and grabs a hold of your wrist, stepping forward from under the cover of the bus stop and into the drizzling skies. “We make a run for it, duh.”

He says it as if it’s such an obvious solution, one you should have thought of much sooner.

“We could get a cold, and I don’t look forward to walking past the front door soaked from head to toe!” You argue, disapproving of such a reckless idea. But then again, you’d be lying if his suggestion didn’t pique some sort of interest within you. “And it feels like a bunch of watery knives raining down from up above.”

“Don’t worry, if you flap your limbs, dance and doge around enough, and run as fast as you can, you’ll be able to deflect its attacks. And… A little rain never hurt anyone.”

Rafayel eagerly awaits your answer, but you both knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him down if he kept looking at you with those sparkling purple eyes, practically begging for you to accept and loose a little.

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, intertwining your fingers together lightly. You return his gesture with a smile.

“Okay, fine.”

—

The next morning, you receive a text message from Rafayel.

Rafayel poked you

Rafayel: [im dying]

You: [Told you you’d get sick.]

Rafayel: [dun u want me to get better? come here and nurse me back to health urself]

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rafayel: me? blushing? never.

also rafayel whenever MC gets a little to close:

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CHARCOAL PANCAKES ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ content: rafayel x gn!reader, no y/n, clingy raf, calls you angelfish in place of y/n

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel keeps distracting you from cooking in the morning...

“Rafayel.”

All you’re met with is a sleepy grumble and a soft nuzzle to your neck, feeling his bangs gently tickle your skin as the strands brush against you.

“Rafayel.”

You repeat sternly, setting down the spatula to slightly crane your head back to look at his pouty little face, nestled in the crook of your neck. He lets out a dramatic groan as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

“What’s the problem, angelfish? Do you hate me so much to not let me even cuddle you a liiiittle bit?” Rafayel whined, putting on his best puppy dog eyes on display. 

You could never hate him, of course not… But you’d doubt either of you would want burnt pancakes for breakfast. Really, you should have been prepared for him to pull this act again, he, without fail, always got so… Clingy in the mornings. Not that he wasn’t clingy already, but it's turned up to the max in the early hours, it seems. 

Rafayel hung onto you like a koala every time. And you, being the figurative giving tree, could barely even have the heart to push him away. Even though you know you both will end up eating breakfast with either a slight charred flavor, or scraps you could salvage that dropped on the floor.

You sighed at his theatrics, fully aware that this would be a regular occurrence. His needy self had a way of disarming your self-control, and you couldn’t help but indulge in him.

“Rafayel, it’ll be much comfier to cuddle on the couch when I’m done cooking.” You ruffle his hair as you try to extract yourself from his grip, but it only tightens further.

“You’re just trying to get me to leave.” Rafayel started, his hands running up and down your sides in an admittedly soothing manner, silently, and slowly trying to persuade you to drop the pan and return his affections.

You hold in a snort of amusement. Of course you were trying to shoo him off. You couldn’t exactly focus on cooking a decent meal with a fully-grown man’s arms constantly around you.

But you couldn’t tell him that. No, Rafayel, being the brat he is, would whine and groan about it if you were to tell him, and constantly quote it down to the exact intonation and tone if you tried to hug him, saying something like, ‘I thought you didn’t want to be in this fully-grown man’s arms?’.

You smile at him and rest your free hand over one of his that stayed stationed at your waist, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand in circles. “I promise it’s not about wanting to exile you from my presence. It’s about the fact that I really need to pay attention here if I don’t wanna burn anything down.”

Rafayel protested by giving your hips a sudden squeeze, earning a startled soft gasp from you.

“Am I really distracting you that much? Because if that’s the case, good. Your eyes, ears and lips should always be on me. We can always order in.”

“Most shops around here don’t even open until hours later, Raf.”

You see his brows crease as you watch him weigh over his options in his head. Gears were a-turnin’ in motion in that little noggin. Eventually, he relented, loosening his grip on you yet not pulling away completely to peck your cheek.

Rafayel finally departs reluctantly to move over to the side of the smooth marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest, he still had a look of childish unwillingness as he leaned on it.

“Fiiiiine. As long as you promise to pay me back with your full attention later.”

Who could ever forget. You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his insistence.

“Deal, full attention guaranteed. Now help me finish up with plating this before we end up with a culinary disappointment.”

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THE WORLD IS MY CANVAS ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ content: rafayel x gn!reader, no y/n, face painting, usual rafayel shenanigans ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel surprises you with some impromptu face painting.

Rafayel had once again invited you over with a pretext of igniting his artistic inspiration, or so he claimed.. But by now you’ve just about figured out that he just wanted you to keep him a little company, not that he was hiding it at all in the first place. Even with that, you couldn’t just ignore your employer. After all, Rafayel wasn't a bad person, and the perks weren't too shabby either.

Gazing out through the expansive windows, you observed a squadron of seagulls fly through the vast expanse of the clear blue sky. It struck you how the hue mirrored the paint smudge Rafayel had inadvertently left on the tip of your nose—wait, what?

You snap out of your momentary daze to focus back on the present, where Rafayel stood in front of you, giving a curious wave ahead of your face. You must have not noticed his presence up until now.

“Sure took you a while to acknowledge me.” Rafayel grumpily pouted at you, stepping back slightly and putting his hands on his hips. His behavior was a curious mix of irritation and adorableness. At times, his childish antics towards you, as if he were a prince demanding attention, could be exasperating yet endearing. You return his pout with one of your own as you wiped the paint off your nose with the back of your hand. “You could’ve just… I don’t know, tapped on my shoulder or something? Called my name? Like a normal person does. Just a suggestion.”

Rafayel scoffs softly and shakes his head. “You don’t think I tried that? You were as still as a statue. My bodyguard should be alert at all times, you know? And,” He retrieved a mirror and positioned it next to his tools, handing it over to you. The sunlight bounced off the surface, making for quite the task to discern exactly what he was attempting to show you. 

As you finally position the mirror just right, you notice how the paint you tried to wipe off just now is even more spread across your nose. As if the baby blue was trying to cross a bridge between your cheeks.

“you just made even more of a mess of yourself. Not that it’s a bad thing, besides, I think blue is really your color.” The painter used the end of his paintbrush to gently push your chin and move your head to the side, inspecting your now-vandalized face closely.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Rafayel's antics, amusement in your tone as you replied and playfully rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say… Now get this off me. I don’t want to look like a knock-off of Rudolph.”

“If you insist. The bathroom’s just around the corner, make a right and–” He pauses abruptly in the middle of his sentence, and you could practically see the imaginary lightbulb going off in his head as he stared at you. 

Furrowing your brows in confusion at his sudden shift, you silently gave him a questioning look. Sensing your bewilderment, he pressed on, "Don't wash it off just yet. Stay still… No, actually, sit down." Before you could even ask, he firmly pushed down on your shoulders, forcing you to sit amidst the paint and paper-laden wooden floor.

You could only watch as he retrieves his palette, crouching down to your level as he expertly mixed paint with practiced precision, fitting for an artist of his caliber.

“What are you doing, exactly?” You finally spoke up, observing him intently as he continued to mix paint.

“Shhh. Don’t move a muscle.” Rafayel spoke in a hushed voice, his eyes momentarily glancing up at your features. “Sit up straight and face me.”

“Why should–” “Hurry! This is an urgent order! Imperative, even.”

Fine, okay. You’ll play along for now. Whatever he planned, it was amusing so far, at least. You adjust your posture as instructed and lift your chin up, hands folded over your lap. 

Rafayel gives you an approving smile before he brings the tip of his brush closer to your face, making soft strokes across that tickled, the cool paint dancing across your skin.

“So what exactly is so urgent about this?” You couldn’t help but be curious about what he was actually doing.

Rafayel's hand paused for just a second, a mischievous smile forming as his eyes crinkled at the sides. "You'll see when I'm done. I'll be making you my new masterpiece," he declared before resuming his work.

From this angle, you could see everything . Every little scrunch of his face as he steadied his wrist to flick a particularly fine brushstroke, every soft little sigh as he worked upon the initial smudge. Rafayel’s lips tightened to a firm line as he put his focus into his work. Did that smidge of purple in his eyes grow brighter?

Your intense gaze didn’t go unnoticed. Rafayel seemed to stare back at you, the ministrations of his brush slowing to have his other hand be brought to the side of your face. The air around you changes drastically, tension building between you. Your heart rate went up on its own accord and your eyes couldn’t help but flutter shut as you felt his palm lightly graze your cheek…

“I need my canvas to be free of obstacles, dear bodyguard.” He offered a teasing look thinly veiled by an innocent smile as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “What else did you think I was doing?”

This bastard.

“Just finish what you were doing already.” It came out harsher than you’d wanted it to, but he seems to get the message as he proceeds with one final brushstroke from the bridge of your nose to your left cheek. 

“I’m already finished. Wanna have a look?” Rafayel grabs the mirror from his side and hands it to you. Looking at your reflection, he turned your face into a canvas of intricate detail and smooth, expert strokes that resembled the waves of the ocean, its cerulean hue particularly unique to his paintings, a show of his artistic style. Something that showed, beyond doubt, that Rafayel was the one who made a masterpiece of you.

You cautiously touched the cool, dried paint with a light finger as you admired the impromptu face-painting. You seemed to have been staring for a bit too long, as Rafayel snorted a bit and brought the hand mirror down to force your focus back on him.

“From that reaction, I’m guessing you like it?” 

You shook your head. “No, that’s a bit of an understatement… It’s beautiful, Rafayel.” And you weren’t lying, either. You’d never doubt his skill for a second, but being the (indirect) subject of his art made you appreciate it in a new light.

“It isn’t.” he countered.

His words made you jolt a bit, perplexed. “What?”

"Really, this was just a spontaneous creation. I've merely enhanced the inherent beauty of an already beautiful face," Rafayel explained, his voice carrying a charming lilt. His gaze softened, not directed at his creation but at you as he ran his thumb gently across the paint.

"Spontaneous or not, it's a work of art," you insisted, appreciating not just the colors on your face but the sincerity in Rafayel's expression.

“I’ve enough to think that you’re someone who’s just easily impressed when it comes to art.” He shook his head and stood, holding out his hand to you. “But you’re right. I did pretty well today, maybe I should have you displayed in the next exhibit instead? Much easier than spending weeks on one piece.”

“In your dreams.”

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THIRD TIME'S A CHARM! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ content: caleb x gn!reader, no y/n, can be read as romantic or platonic In which he tries to get you a plushie from the claw machines.

“Why can’t you just get it yourself?”

Caleb questioned, holding back a chuckle at your little antics as you lead— no, shoved him towards the machine. The glass reflected just enough sunlight for your insistent pout to create an image of itself within it.

“What’s the fun in that? I wanna see how hard you’ll mess this up.” You replied cheekily, guiding his hands hurriedly to the buttons in front of him, watching as his fingers wrapped around the joystick and hovered over the buttons.

Caleb shook his head and pouted back at you. Its almost impressive how good he’s been at imitating your expressions throughout all these years, but ultimately, you knew it was all for the goal of teasing you better as time went on.

And you also knew he wasn’t one to back down from such a challenge. No matter how obvious that it was just your attempt to rile him up, he wouldn’t decline an offer to watch your face contort into defeat. Even if, by some miracle, you get the better of him (he swears its just your luck) the fun’s still there.

“Just you watch, pip-squeak,” He cracks his knuckles, a playful glint in his eye as he felt around his pockets, grabbing a coin and inserting it inside. “I’ll prove I’m still the best at these games. Which one do you want?”

You think it over for a moment, as Caleb looked at you expectantly.

“Pssst. There’s a timer, you know.” He whispered.

“Maybe you should have waited until you started then!” You’re met with an unapologetic, half-hearted shrug as you make up your mind and point.

You point randomly, the counting down on the little screen not quite helping your decision-making. His gaze follows your hand and he raises a brow. “The fox? Don’t you have one of those already?”

You give him a look to just hurry the hell up already. He knows he’s pushed his luck now, so he nods and pushes the claw forward and presses it to come down 10 seconds before the time could run out.

“Aaaaand…” Caleb leaned down slightly to watch the crane closely as it caught on the plushie’s round, chubby head. You both held your breaths as it neared the exit, only to slip out of its grasp, making a less than graceful thump as it fell.

A faint laugh escaped your lips as you turned back to him. “What did I just say?”

“Nope, I’m not taking it. I still have more to try again!” With newfound determination, he slipped in another coin before you could even react, hastily grasping the controls. He took his time to position the crane above the plushie carefully before letting it come down.

...And it just misses entirely.

Caleb was dumbfounded. He had that shot, like, perfectly calculated in his mind! The claw somehow overshot it!

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life, giggling about on his failures as if he wasn’t just right beside you.

Caleb put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at you. “Shush! It malfunctioned… Third times the charm!”

“Is it really though?” You replied, still a bit giggly from earlier.

“Don’t jinx it, pip-squeak…” With that, he tried once more, biting his bottom lip in anticipation as the claw came down for the third time. He’s surprisingly pretty serious on getting it this time. His focused expression is fixed on the plushie, its body successfully grabbed up, and slowly it moved, and moved and moved…

And slipped an inch away from the slot.

Caleb slowly blinked, until then stepping back and sighing in defeat. “This thing’s rigged.”

You smile and pat his back comfortingly, and he allowed himself to be dragged away from the claw machines with you to play something else. “Shh… Just admit you suck, Caleb.”

“I’ll redeem myself next time I visit, I swear!”

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