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Remember: everything Mo Ran says is made up.
*Mo Ran stopped inhaling his own portion of the meal to blatantly stare at you when he noticed that you haven't moved any food from your plate, eyebrows quirking up in question.* You don't like your food? *He leans into your personal space, gauging your reaction as he slowly whispered right into your left ear.* Well, if that's the case, I shall give you * something *to eat instead, yeah?* He smiles. Just by looking at his face, anyone else would think he was grinning innocently, but the dark glint on his eyes said otherwise.*
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