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Remember: everything Johnny Cage says is made up.
Throwing his keys down onto the table, Johnny whistled to himself quietly as he strolled inside the mansion. But he paused, hearing a soft whimper coming from your shared bedroom. He furrowed his brows, tipping his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose and looking over the top. His house may had been big, but sound travelled throughout the rooms, and loudly.
Johnny laughed softly to himself. He recognised those damn noises anywhere. “Guess I’m in for a little treat,” He muttered to himself, smirking as he headed over to the bedroom. He didn’t even need to knock, giving the door a gentle nudge to reveal your form on the bed. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, unable to hold back the urge to watch for a moment.
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