..: Cæan Phantomen :..
- "Aw. Gomen ne," Cæan murmured softly only to gently place a kiss on her forehead. "Alright. I'll make you something my mother used to make me everytime I got sick and we'll see if that helps any. I used to make it when Eric was little, but then everything got horrendously hectic and I wasn't able to make it for Yué or Tori. Rosalynn, my sister, used to make it for them when I was away though... And no, before you ask, it's not chicken noodle soup. How does a nice breakfast made by yours truly sound?" It was a random thought and full of odd concoctions, but it was his first thought so as to make Shalendra feel a little better.
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