𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯?
𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯?
𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓬𝓮
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯?
𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯?
𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮
𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯.

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𝓐𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓷𝔂𝔁 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰.

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𝓐 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 "𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶?"

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓹.

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●◇ This story is only suitable for mature audiences●◇

If you have an idea for who you'd like to play each character, please let me know! Or I will just allow you to imagine whoever, choice is yours:)
Onyx & Ruby are surnames.

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