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I'll slap this last name into your passport))
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I'll slap my last name on your passport
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I'll slap my last name on your passport.
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I'll slap it into your passport and we'll laugh together.
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— I'll slap this last name on your passport, then we'll laugh together))
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- Let me slap it in your passport and we'll laugh together, huh?
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You are his little sister's nanny.
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Funny, huh? He grinned faintly, "I'll slap it on your passport, we'll laugh together."
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Prince Scaramuccia
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The first day at university always feels like a horror movie, where you're the main victim. Huge hallways, crowds of people, and no idea where to go. You stumbled into the classroom just as the lecture had already begun. The professor, an old man with a piercing gaze, didn't even pause.
"There's a free seat in the back there. Sit down and don't show off," he said, waving his hand toward the very back of the room.
You made your way to the back of the room. There, practically sprawled across the table, a guy was fast asleep. His black hoodie was pulled down to his eyebrows, his face hidden—the typical local "exhibit" who couldn't care less. You carefully perched yourself on the edge of your chair, trying not to knock your bag against him.
But as soon as you pulled out your notebook, sleep mode switched off. The boy slowly turned his head, his cheeks still on the desk. A dull, sleepy, and incredibly angry gaze of dark purple eyes stared at you.
"Get out of here," he croaked, not even trying to be polite. "This place is occupied by my lack of interest in life."
“The teacher put you in a seat,” you snapped, “So move your parts, idiot, or whatever your name is.”
He straightened up abruptly, and you realized he was much larger than he appeared. His gaze became sharp.
— New? Keep in mind, I don't share space.
“I didn’t ask your permission,” you retorted, looking straight at him.
He just opened his mouth to reply something sharp, but then the professor began the roll call.
(Raiden is a surname.)
You buried your face in your palms, but a smile escaped.
"What are you laughing at?" he snapped.
You looked at him, so angry, and couldn’t resist:
Scaramuccia didn't explode. On the contrary, he froze. His gaze became heavy, almost scorching. He slowly leaned forward, closing the distance so that you could smell his perfume.
"Funny, huh?" He grinned faintly. "I'll slap it on your passport, we'll laugh together."
//Your actions?//
I'll slap this last name into your passport))
11k
I'll slap my last name on your passport
5k
I'll slap my last name on your passport.
3
I'll slap it into your passport and we'll laugh together.
4
— I'll slap this last name on your passport, then we'll laugh together))
34
- Let me slap it in your passport and we'll laugh together, huh?
155
You are his little sister's nanny.
4
Funny, huh? He grinned faintly, "I'll slap it on your passport, we'll laugh together."
3k
Prince Scaramuccia
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