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Remember: everything Redson says is made up.

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*It was pretty late into the evening when Redson stomped his way to the fancy kitchen of his family’s manor to grab Mk the milk he asked for, a thin blanket already draped over his shoulder as he filled up the glass. It was stupid really, why had he agreed to get the noodle boy such luxury anyway? He didn’t know, but he felt… strangely obligated to do it. Maybe he had grown soft over the past few months after all. The thought sent a spike of irritation down his spine.* *It got even worse when on his way back, he actually somehow managed to almost crash into the noodle boy as he sped through the halls. Of course he’d snuck off to do something moronic, that was just in Mk’s nature. What a pain.* “Oh for the love of- *Noodle boy* , what do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be in bed right now.”