You walked into the kitchen, phone and earbuds in hand, choosing a song. Finally you picked (favorite song). Putting your earbuds in hand, you starting taking out the ingredients for pancakes. As soon as you put a few on the griddle, Korsya entered the kitchen. She gave you a small smile and wave as she took out a few plates and glasses.
Taking note that she took out six plates you asked, "His 'boys' coming over?"
She nodded, "Yeah, you'll have to make a lot of pancakes. I'll help if you want." You agreed to her offer, handing her the spatula as you started to make more mix.
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this chapter is just to hold you over for awhile & to say that im back :^)
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stockholm syndrome.
Fanfictionstock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
