Muscle Percentage Fit I want something happy, _;

C chewing a cigarette butt off, muttered a few inconsistencies that seemed insulted, withdrew the warm washcloth on the forehead of brown to soak in cold water again. Lambo was only there to complain about something that most could not tell. Telling proudly that it was because only his head had asked, we measured the temperature with your bare hand. Forehead, neck, chest. Was high, I knew without a thermometer. In that, Lambo carefully opened her eyes, she felt disoriented. Distinguished & sideways; ; There was silence after that, which finally Hayato believed that the child was asleep at somewhat lower your temperature. After a long while, Lambo inhaled air and broke the silence. - ... Thanks, you're here. "I told you it is because the D &; Eacute; tenth asked me --- -Not that, you idiot, Lambo cocked her head, placing her red eyes on the guardian of the storm. I was totally in her mouth dropped. S-has been since I was little ...
frowned mate, that was not the cow that he knew. For nothing, attributed to high temperature. He wondered whether it was time to change cloth, reached out to remove it, leaving half way to see how sick sad smile.
-or want to be alone .

heard the words of Ray silent guardian, a dark halo copper eyes that were covered by her hair. The future was something that had been raised many times, but their expectations were all with one thing in common: 'all together'.

Changed the cold cloth in less than an hour, without bothering to hide the concern in her green eyes.

"Better get some rest, Vaca Idiot," muttered more to himself than to the young