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Enji would’ve said he was an adult, but remembered what happened last time he tried that and held his words back. Instead, he lay still as Shouto tried diapering him, which took a while before finally he was taped into one. “Thank you, Shouto..” He muttered.
The diaper was nice and thick, so his toddler-waddle would be even more unsteady; when he tried to stand up, he immediately fell onto his face. He bit his tongue so he wouldn’t cry, getting up again with quite a bit of difficulty. “Stiww not a baby, mistew.” Enji told the mysterious voice, careful not to swear this time. “Wha’ do you want fwom me?”
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