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Raphael Belliveau.

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Pinned

— Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ Rᴀʜᴏᴜʟ Bᴇʟʟɪᴠᴇᴀᴜ. ✗ TROPHY SON ✗


... He’d like a refund on his soul.


Bury him with some lasagna.


x| been back for .2 seconds and my hyacinthus x apollo muse is being tested help


Flails. He’s here, someone give him attention.


Lips spread apart to reveal a tiresome smirk; a throaty chuckle following through. “The fact you’ve already assumed you’re up to something bad speaks for itself, Sweetie”


Drowsily attempts to read her expression, blinking through the sleep deprivation. “Mmm ... You’re up to something.”


He’s mastered the art of not speaking; he’s got this. Waves in friendship.


Leans into the touch. “Wha — ...”


Sleepily waves in acknowledgement.


He’s already on it.

It’s okay, she feels the same. They better start drinking. She feels like someone’ll force her to if she doesn’t.



It’s a deal ... assuming he doesn’t pass out before it even starts.


Yawn ... boy needs his sleep.


Quietly observes. With noodles.


Disgusting.

She got it from the shop Taylor showed her. Maybe he wanted to try it.



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