"The more I look at him, the more I see that he's the 'prince' type. I'm sorry, Sing. I need to agree with your mom on this one." "Pete's right. The way Krist smiles too roguish for him to be a bottom. Ukes don't smile like they're about to sweep someone off their feet. He's a top." Singto glared at his friends as the two enumerate proofs of Krist's topness. "I'm not going to bottom for him!" He cried out. Pete, his cousin, patted his shoulder as if consoling him. "You're slightly thinner than him. While he's an outgoing, noisy piece of artwork, you're the introvert type. I've also noticed that he's possessive of his things so I suggest you give up on this one." Across from where they were snooping like kids, Singto watched Krist smile at his parents. He rolled his eyes as his mother pinched a cheek and cooed like she's welcoming his son home. Well, Krist is going to be her son-in-la...
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