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βͺ βͺ βͺ βͺ βͺ βͺ βͺ
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β¦. Not exactly.
I mean, that was my intention at first, sure! But then I took a break and accidentally put on Too Hot To Handle and you know how it goes. I just decided to make a weekend out of it!
Maybe if he wore a green cap and only communicated in grunts and power yells? π§π»
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Eyes still trained on the entryway as the door opened, Bulmaβs grasp on an unfolded shirt loosened when she saw it was her husband who entered. Immediately she registered his stern profile, her own softening into a genuine smile.
βHey, honββ
Suddenly, a bouquet was thrust +
Replying to @ShonenOji
βever closer while extending said flowers outward for his wife to take.
"Here."
Occupied with folding laundry, Bulma had missed the telltale sign of footsteps approaching her bedroom and was thus startled by the sound of a knock. Recovering, blue hair cascaded down a shoulder as she paused her folding to stare with a tilted head at the door.
ββ¦ Come in?β
There's a subtle knock on the door to @blueheiress' bedroom; gloved knuckles from one hand rattling softly against the panel, with the other behind his backβconcealing something.



























