《Bloody Heart 3》Глава 17
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-Спринг, - переспросила Мангл уже более настойчиво, но все с той же лаской и заботой в голосе
Реакции не было. Парень так жек спокойно лежал, как и прежде. Только изредко подергивались его уши, будто ему было холодно или страшно. По его состоянию было понятно, что он спал. Подойдя ближе, беловолосая села на край кровати рядом с золотым. Девушка принялась гладить его по спине, что немного успокоило Трапа и он расслабился. Улыбнувшись, быстро провела рукой вдоль боков парня, от чего второй во сне изогнулся, чувствуя щекотку.
Аккуратно взъерошив его волосы, желтоглазая осторожно убрала руку и хотела встать, чтобы пойти в зал, но ее руку перехватила мужская хватка. За столь долгое время знакомая рука коснулась ее запястья. Посмотрев на Спрингтрапа, она заметила, что он приоткрыл один из своих серых глаз, которые безэмоционально смотрели в пустоту. Из-за того, что его лицо отчасти находилось в подушке, что осталась нетронута на кровати, Мангл могла поклясться, что видела, как слегка приподнялись уголки его губ, собираясь в некой улыбке, именно улыбке, а не обычной для его лица ухмылки.
-Стоять,- процедил он, из-за чего девушке пришлось послушать его и сесть
Недолго думая, Трап положил ее руку себе на голову и стал чего-то ожидать. Он это сделал настолько спокойно, что нельзя было сказать, что еще несколько часов назад он сидел в этой проклятой комнате и никого не хотел видеть, понимая, что еще нескоро он увидит свою милую девушку. Не поняв его намека, Мангл попыталась вновь уйти, но ей помешал голос Спринга.
-Нет, ну я ,конечно, могу сам себя погладить, но мне лень,- более бодро проговорил он и принял сидячее положение, но как только его сознание собрало все кусочки пазла во едино, он кинулся обнимать беловолосую,- Ты проснулась,- улыбнулся он, крепче прижимая к себе девушку, на что она не могла сопротивляться ему и поступила так же
-Я тоже по тебе скучала,- просияла она,- Знаешь, а ведь меня привел в сознание ты
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-Да? -гладя девушку по спине, спросил он
-Да. Ты там был собой, я имею ввиду, человеком,- с ноткой грусти сказала она
После этих слов олни просидели в молчании минут десять. Никто из пары не хотел нарушать тишину. Это умиротворение нарушали лишь бешенные стуки их сердец, бьющихся в одном ритме. Когда парень уже было хотел что-то сказать, дверь в комнату резко открылась и вбежал Бон Бон.
Паренек облокотился о дверной косяк, сгорбившись и держась руками за коленки. Голубоволосый начинал что-то мямлить, но из-за прерывистого дыхания, не мог ничего сказать. Отстранившись друг от друга, Спринг и Мангл вопросительно посмотрели на друга.
-Бон, что-то случилось?- удивилась беловолосая
-Чего это ты к нему ласковая?!- зло спросил золотой, но не успел он ответить, как Той Бонни громко заявил
-Пиццерию закрывают!
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8 511HIVE - LOCKED UP IN SPACE
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8 180The Genre of My Life Was Randomized?
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8 137Family Comes First
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