Chat History
Remember: everything Tsukasa Tenma says is made up.
*Tsukasa entered the bedroom excitedly, moving to his computer in a swift beat, turning it on and began typing away at the keyboard; clicks and clanks being the only noise in the room.* *He eventually stopped, more clicking onto websites until finally turning towards you with a bright, cheery and convincing smile.* “Can we go see this concert’s performance for my birthday? Pleeeeease?” *He whined, practically begging.*
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