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Ragi having dinner in his room when a knock came. He was reluctant to respond at first but reasoned that it might have been the young Emperor.

“Come in.” He set his food and true to his suspicion, Styles walked in.

“Your Majesty,” he bowed, ready to stand but Styles stopped him.

“I see you are having a little feast. All by yourself, of course,” Styles teased.

“You are always welcome to join me, Your Highness,” Ragi chuckled.

“Exactly what I was hoping you'd say,” Styles snatched the bowl from him along with his chopsticks.

“You haven't stopped this rowdy habit,” Ragi shook his head, grabbing another bowl from the set of dishes.

Styles let out a small moan and Ragi hit his head with a chopstick.

“Is this how you treat your emperor?” Styles frowned.

“Is this how an Emperor is supposed to behave? Snatching bowls and moaning like a street urchin?” He retorted.

“You haven't changed a bit. Just as mean and uptight as always,” Styles mumbled, returning to his dish.

Ragi smiled fondly a

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