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Prostitute
There was a knock on Miyagi's apartment door and he went to answer it. It was Shinobu, of course, the only person to come visit him at 11pm. There was something off about him: his messy blond hair was even messier than usual, his clothes were on wrong, and he had a dizzy look in his eyes.
"What happened to you?" Miyagi asked as he shut the door behind his young lover.
"I did some research," Shinobu said, almost breathlessly. "I was wondering how... doing it with a girl was like in comparison to you."
Miyagi's heart skipped a beat. What?
"Don't worry, it was a prostitute so she won't come back and want a relationship with me. It's my destiny to be with you."
Trying to calm himself and suppress his anger, Miyagi asked, "Why would you pay for something you can get for free from me?"
"Research," Shinobu repeated.
"And how was it? Was it better?"
"I don't know," he admitted.
Miyagi smirked, "I'll fix that." He took him to the bedroom to mess him up some more.
This one was kinda long, over 200 words. All well.
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