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"You are a filthy little liar, Michi." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "No. No they would not. If they did, I've not been doing a good job!"
As for why Gray, well he wasn't even sure anymore. There was just this long standing hatred they shared. They disliked each other, a lot. "I don't know, it is just the way it came to be. I mean, it is mutual. S,o you really don't have anything to worry about there."
But he did, at least, give in to her demands for a proper hug. Even if it was somewhat reluctantly. He wrapped his arms around her side and gave her a brief, but noticable squeeze.
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