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The Fairy Hills apartment stood tall under the night sky. Stars glistening confidently above the empty streets; the moonlight of Sting's and Rogue's temporary apartment streams like a waterfall through the windows.
Rogue stared at the blank wall infront of him. Resisting the urge to turn round to look at Sting.
"What is with me today?" Rogue murmurs to himself. "I've never acted like this before."
With a small huff, Rogue turns around. Facing Sting who's bed was opposite his, it was clear he was asleep. But Rogue couldn't help but think that he was sort of cute. A peaceful expression on his face that contradicts his usual boisterous personality.
Rogue stares at him a little longer before turning around. Freezing when he hears Sting's voice.
"What are you doing up?" Sting yawns, l
