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A bit forward there, Rin. Might wanna invite him to dinner first. :P
Takumi Minamoto - Touchy Nature
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Good to hear I'm not being a burden to you just yet, then," Takumi puffed out his chest with overstated pride. "Or maybe that just means my lifestory's not that boring, heh," he added rhetorically, going back to his more subdued energy. This carefree atmosphere surrounding him didn't last too long however, and it quickly dissipated at the mention of Itsuki's whereabouts and his current activities. "What?" he asked, though the way he said it indicated that it wasn't really a question. "So he's getting into fights again..." he grit his teeth in a forced kind of grin. It appeared he was only barely addressing Rin, "...Man, that guy..."
And that was when the two naked children ran across his field of view, interrupting Takumi's moment of despondency. He opened his mouth to comment on the unusual situation, before slowly closing it into a hard line. 'Should I... Should I be doing something about that?' he wondered with brow furrowed. Before he could act on any of his parental impulses however, Rin got him on the ground and wrapped her body around his face. All in all, a rather compromising position? At any rate, it looked like his siblings were a lot clingier as a whole than he had remembered; this was what, the second time tonight his body had been subject to the hugging of women? Well on the brightside, at least it was warm... Or maybe that was just his face, but as far as emotions went, he was really more befuddled than embarrassed.
It was then he heard a third set of wet footsteps coming from a bigger person rapidly crossing distance. He heard the footsteps stopping, he heard the water dripping, and he heard Hana making a remark about his apparent womanizing ways. Takumi wanted to defend his position, but he knew that opening his mouth would just get him a mouth full of Rin's clothes and/or flesh. His eyes were covered, so he didn't really know what was touching what at this point, nor did he want to test his luck in that regard. There was one question he was dying to have answered, however: 'What the hell is a 'casanova'?'
There was a short pause before he heard Hana issue a command to forget what they had seen. Considering he couldn't do much of anything, that was a rather easily completed task for Takumi. Granted, he could make a reasonably accurate guess as to what it was he didn't see, but he'd follow Hana's instructions. And knowing Takumi, this was the expected course of action. He tried shifting his head to the side to clear enough space for him to answer. "Affirmative, ma'am," came his muffled answer, followed by a restrained thumbs up just in case his answer wasn't properly conveyed. Rin was still clinging to his face like a certain extraterrestrial lifeform from a popular horror movie, and it was only after he heard the three sets of feet stop their plodding into the bathroom, did Rin detach herself from his head.
Takumi fixed his newly-messed hair and flattened out the wrinkles on his shirt. While doing so, he glanced up and saw the white-haired youngster from before, looking a lot like he was about to die of embarrassment. The elder male snorted and smiled; what an unlucky kid, walking in on that kind of thing. Shortly afterwards, the other boy - the one the silver-haired one had been fighting earlier - emerged and also made a quip about he and Rin doing lewd things. Takumi looked at Rin, then to the children. He wasn't sure how comfortable he felt about that insinuation, so he decided to just focus on watching Takeshi sheepishly ramble on, instead of trying to deny this claim and escalate the situation.
Suddenly, the smell of corpse met his nose, followed by the clarion call of the de-facto mother figure issued from the elevator. He recalled the last time he'd eaten - a few days ago - but judged it as adequate sustenance for the time being. That said, he wasn't entirely comfortable not knowing where this corpse came from. A dead guy from wherever is fine, but this kill seemed fresh and he couldn't confirm whether he was killed for the sake of food or for some other reasons. Bullet holes made him think not hunt-related considering the low-availability of guns in Japan and the rarity of a gun-toting ghoul, but you never know... "I'll sit this one out," Takumi held his wrist, "I... ate pretty recently, and the kids must be hungry so... Yeah."
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Good to hear I'm not being a burden to you just yet, then," Takumi puffed out his chest with overstated pride. "Or maybe that just means my lifestory's not that boring, heh," he added rhetorically, going back to his more subdued energy. This carefree atmosphere surrounding him didn't last too long however, and it quickly dissipated at the mention of Itsuki's whereabouts and his current activities. "What?" he asked, though the way he said it indicated that it wasn't really a question. "So he's getting into fights again..." he grit his teeth in a forced kind of grin. It appeared he was only barely addressing Rin, "...Man, that guy..."
And that was when the two naked children ran across his field of view, interrupting Takumi's moment of despondency. He opened his mouth to comment on the unusual situation, before slowly closing it into a hard line. 'Should I... Should I be doing something about that?' he wondered with brow furrowed. Before he could act on any of his parental impulses however, Rin got him on the ground and wrapped her body around his face. All in all, a rather compromising position? At any rate, it looked like his siblings were a lot clingier as a whole than he had remembered; this was what, the second time tonight his body had been subject to the hugging of women? Well on the brightside, at least it was warm... Or maybe that was just his face, but as far as emotions went, he was really more befuddled than embarrassed.
It was then he heard a third set of wet footsteps coming from a bigger person rapidly crossing distance. He heard the footsteps stopping, he heard the water dripping, and he heard Hana making a remark about his apparent womanizing ways. Takumi wanted to defend his position, but he knew that opening his mouth would just get him a mouth full of Rin's clothes and/or flesh. His eyes were covered, so he didn't really know what was touching what at this point, nor did he want to test his luck in that regard. There was one question he was dying to have answered, however: 'What the hell is a 'casanova'?'
There was a short pause before he heard Hana issue a command to forget what they had seen. Considering he couldn't do much of anything, that was a rather easily completed task for Takumi. Granted, he could make a reasonably accurate guess as to what it was he didn't see, but he'd follow Hana's instructions. And knowing Takumi, this was the expected course of action. He tried shifting his head to the side to clear enough space for him to answer. "Affirmative, ma'am," came his muffled answer, followed by a restrained thumbs up just in case his answer wasn't properly conveyed. Rin was still clinging to his face like a certain extraterrestrial lifeform from a popular horror movie, and it was only after he heard the three sets of feet stop their plodding into the bathroom, did Rin detach herself from his head.
Takumi fixed his newly-messed hair and flattened out the wrinkles on his shirt. While doing so, he glanced up and saw the white-haired youngster from before, looking a lot like he was about to die of embarrassment. The elder male snorted and smiled; what an unlucky kid, walking in on that kind of thing. Shortly afterwards, the other boy - the one the silver-haired one had been fighting earlier - emerged and also made a quip about he and Rin doing lewd things. Takumi looked at Rin, then to the children. He wasn't sure how comfortable he felt about that insinuation, so he decided to just focus on watching Takeshi sheepishly ramble on, instead of trying to deny this claim and escalate the situation.
Suddenly, the smell of corpse met his nose, followed by the clarion call of the de-facto mother figure issued from the elevator. He recalled the last time he'd eaten - a few days ago - but judged it as adequate sustenance for the time being. That said, he wasn't entirely comfortable not knowing where this corpse came from. A dead guy from wherever is fine, but this kill seemed fresh and he couldn't confirm whether he was killed for the sake of food or for some other reasons. Bullet holes made him think not hunt-related considering the low-availability of guns in Japan and the rarity of a gun-toting ghoul, but you never know... "I'll sit this one out," Takumi held his wrist, "I... ate pretty recently, and the kids must be hungry so... Yeah."
Takumi Minamoto - Rinquisition II
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi couldn't say he was completely surprised that his questions were met with silence. His conversation partner was, after all, not particularly inclined towards social interaction. He turned to face the door, waiting for one of his siblings, or even one of the orphans, to appear and erase the awkward silence between the two very different siblings. He was about to accept that he wouldn't get much ground before he heard that soft hiss of a voice characteristic of the scarred young ghoul. Quickly, he turned back to face her and listened to her patiently as she answered his sole serious inquiry. After she'd been rendered red-faced and silent once more, the one-eyed ghoul considered her answer for a moment.
And then he began to laugh, just not at Rin. That fact might not have been completely clear at first, though. In actuality, despite not noting any particularly interesting changes or providing any entertaining anecdotes, he was hardly displeased with her answer. While he may have been so sufficiently human as to render the concern moot for himself, he was well aware of how difficult it was for a ghoul to maintain an average lifestyle. Besides, even something as simple as owning an apartment and maintaining a steady job was far more than he could say for himself. In all honesty, he was kind of inept at living a civilian lifestyle. He didn't particularly mind his own lifestyle, though. After all, working as a salaryman was too much of a grind for someone like him, and if he wanted to benefit society, he had more direct methods to choose from that suit his skills far better. Ultimately, as long as he could keep living how he chose, he would be content enough with his place. Maybe not completely, but enough.
He scratched at the side of his left eye. "Haaaah...." he let the last few laughs out of his system, "Sorry for that. it's not your fault; it's mine." Takumi sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, noting that he'd definitely not given Rin enough credit. She wasn't as small and weak as he'd thought at first. He sighed. "Good job, I'm sure the old man would be proud of you," he grinned, lifting his hand to affectionately ruffle her hair.
Of course, he would've left the conversation at that, but he'd realized that still hadn't answered her question. And he knew he'd have to do it sooner or later. "Guess there's no harm to telling you," he said, using it equal parts as a neat transition and a way to brace himself for the coming exposition. "Since I left Tokyo, I've just been travelling around Japan," he shrugged. His relaxed body somehow became even more relaxed as his gaze stopped attending to Rin and began focusing on a particularly interesting patch of wall to her left. "It was fun. Saw some nice stuff and made some friends along the way. A lot more enemies though." He smiled like that was some kind of funny joke. "Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures. I guess the idea just didn't occur to me at the time." And by that, he meant that he hadn't made a point of meeting up with his siblings. Oh well. "Anyway, enough about me," he said, his uncharacteristic degree of lethargy returning to more suitable levels, "I'm sure you don't want to hear someone like me talk about boring stuff like that." He waved his hand and got up off the floor to stretch his arms out. "Sounds like everyone's almost done showering..." A thought occurred to him, and he turned to look back at his conversation partner.
"Say Rin, where's Itsunii gone off to, anyway?"
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi couldn't say he was completely surprised that his questions were met with silence. His conversation partner was, after all, not particularly inclined towards social interaction. He turned to face the door, waiting for one of his siblings, or even one of the orphans, to appear and erase the awkward silence between the two very different siblings. He was about to accept that he wouldn't get much ground before he heard that soft hiss of a voice characteristic of the scarred young ghoul. Quickly, he turned back to face her and listened to her patiently as she answered his sole serious inquiry. After she'd been rendered red-faced and silent once more, the one-eyed ghoul considered her answer for a moment.
And then he began to laugh, just not at Rin. That fact might not have been completely clear at first, though. In actuality, despite not noting any particularly interesting changes or providing any entertaining anecdotes, he was hardly displeased with her answer. While he may have been so sufficiently human as to render the concern moot for himself, he was well aware of how difficult it was for a ghoul to maintain an average lifestyle. Besides, even something as simple as owning an apartment and maintaining a steady job was far more than he could say for himself. In all honesty, he was kind of inept at living a civilian lifestyle. He didn't particularly mind his own lifestyle, though. After all, working as a salaryman was too much of a grind for someone like him, and if he wanted to benefit society, he had more direct methods to choose from that suit his skills far better. Ultimately, as long as he could keep living how he chose, he would be content enough with his place. Maybe not completely, but enough.
He scratched at the side of his left eye. "Haaaah...." he let the last few laughs out of his system, "Sorry for that. it's not your fault; it's mine." Takumi sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, noting that he'd definitely not given Rin enough credit. She wasn't as small and weak as he'd thought at first. He sighed. "Good job, I'm sure the old man would be proud of you," he grinned, lifting his hand to affectionately ruffle her hair.
Of course, he would've left the conversation at that, but he'd realized that still hadn't answered her question. And he knew he'd have to do it sooner or later. "Guess there's no harm to telling you," he said, using it equal parts as a neat transition and a way to brace himself for the coming exposition. "Since I left Tokyo, I've just been travelling around Japan," he shrugged. His relaxed body somehow became even more relaxed as his gaze stopped attending to Rin and began focusing on a particularly interesting patch of wall to her left. "It was fun. Saw some nice stuff and made some friends along the way. A lot more enemies though." He smiled like that was some kind of funny joke. "Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures. I guess the idea just didn't occur to me at the time." And by that, he meant that he hadn't made a point of meeting up with his siblings. Oh well. "Anyway, enough about me," he said, his uncharacteristic degree of lethargy returning to more suitable levels, "I'm sure you don't want to hear someone like me talk about boring stuff like that." He waved his hand and got up off the floor to stretch his arms out. "Sounds like everyone's almost done showering..." A thought occurred to him, and he turned to look back at his conversation partner.
"Say Rin, where's Itsunii gone off to, anyway?"
@liferusher Cyprus O:
I envy you.
Will post soon. Too busy being humilliated in job hunting.
Ayy, same boat. Job hunting's the worst >.>
Ava Johnson - Boring2
Day One (Sept 4, 2015) | Grade 11 Biology Classroom
Ava Johnson was not having a good time.
As far as the first day of school went, there was really only two things to expect out of any given period: an extensive elaboration of a course outline full of useless information everyone either knows or doesn't care about, and forms to fill out yourself and/or with your parents. Despite being what some would call "a massive fucking loser", the girl found no joy in such a boring class period; even having massive amounts of work to do trumped simply sitting down and listening to something she could and did read over in about ten seconds. This, however, was the unfortunate reality that she could not escape - though not for want of trying.
The class did have a few fortunate diversions though, and such events were respite for her taxed soul. Consider the... 'What was her name again?' This thought was socially acceptable because Ava was not someone who knew people. This meant that she was not obligated to answer it, yet she still visibly crinkled her face trying to come up with the proper answer. Ultimately, she decided that it was not worth it. Such an act was only pointless filler among pointless filler: pointless filler2. Whatever the case, the source of this pointless filler was the young blonde lass who had drawn the ire of the teacher by doing such a horrendous thing as pursuing the completion of a school-mandated form. How utterly barbaric.
That was sarcasm. Ava was a very funny person; people simply didn't appreciate her. It was very sad. However, this girl had said something funny. Typically, the system is input humor, output laughter. Haha. Ha. HA. (Un?)Fortunately, Ava was not an asshole and would not physically laugh at the teacher for trying to do his job. That was not a daijobu thing to do. Instead she would do it in her head, like any responsible American citizen would when faced with the disgrace of their countrymen. Fortunately for the teacher, he would not be subject to further humiliation from Ava, at least. She had already filled out her Dear Anonymous form and handed it in during the English class by using the power of good time management and honest answers.
...Okay, maybe not that last one.
From the corner of her eye, she caught Sam Childers watching her. It reminded her of a certain book about a forced romance between a vampiric stalker and his emotionless human stalkee. But Ava knew the truth behind this boy's fixation with her face. She knew that there was no romantic subtext. Besides, if he was under the impression that she would be doing something interesting, quirky, or otherwise romcom protagonist-esque, he would be wrong. Perhaps he would come to the conclusion she was an inhuman monster of composure. Indeed, there was no way someone with a personality as extreme as Ava's could be considered human. But as luck would have it, she was in a bored mood today, so Sam would get some wholesome, child-friendly entertainment this period.
Ava drew a picture of a dog. It was a pretty shitty looking dog. Like, the kind of dog that mother dogs show their pups in order to dissuade them from smoking the dank kush or snorting cocaine. Although, it appeared that that was not the intent behind this terrible work of art, for in the background were flowers and a smiley sun. She passed this dog picture to Sam on her right. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it had an empty speech bubble. The void contained in that speech bubble posed Sam the greatest of unspoken questions: what was the dog saying? Was it happy? Was it sad?
...And what dark secrets did it hold about the true nature of humanity?
Day One (Sept 4, 2015) | Grade 11 Biology Classroom
Ava Johnson was not having a good time.
As far as the first day of school went, there was really only two things to expect out of any given period: an extensive elaboration of a course outline full of useless information everyone either knows or doesn't care about, and forms to fill out yourself and/or with your parents. Despite being what some would call "a massive fucking loser", the girl found no joy in such a boring class period; even having massive amounts of work to do trumped simply sitting down and listening to something she could and did read over in about ten seconds. This, however, was the unfortunate reality that she could not escape - though not for want of trying.
The class did have a few fortunate diversions though, and such events were respite for her taxed soul. Consider the... 'What was her name again?' This thought was socially acceptable because Ava was not someone who knew people. This meant that she was not obligated to answer it, yet she still visibly crinkled her face trying to come up with the proper answer. Ultimately, she decided that it was not worth it. Such an act was only pointless filler among pointless filler: pointless filler2. Whatever the case, the source of this pointless filler was the young blonde lass who had drawn the ire of the teacher by doing such a horrendous thing as pursuing the completion of a school-mandated form. How utterly barbaric.
That was sarcasm. Ava was a very funny person; people simply didn't appreciate her. It was very sad. However, this girl had said something funny. Typically, the system is input humor, output laughter. Haha. Ha. HA. (Un?)Fortunately, Ava was not an asshole and would not physically laugh at the teacher for trying to do his job. That was not a daijobu thing to do. Instead she would do it in her head, like any responsible American citizen would when faced with the disgrace of their countrymen. Fortunately for the teacher, he would not be subject to further humiliation from Ava, at least. She had already filled out her Dear Anonymous form and handed it in during the English class by using the power of good time management and honest answers.
...Okay, maybe not that last one.
From the corner of her eye, she caught Sam Childers watching her. It reminded her of a certain book about a forced romance between a vampiric stalker and his emotionless human stalkee. But Ava knew the truth behind this boy's fixation with her face. She knew that there was no romantic subtext. Besides, if he was under the impression that she would be doing something interesting, quirky, or otherwise romcom protagonist-esque, he would be wrong. Perhaps he would come to the conclusion she was an inhuman monster of composure. Indeed, there was no way someone with a personality as extreme as Ava's could be considered human. But as luck would have it, she was in a bored mood today, so Sam would get some wholesome, child-friendly entertainment this period.
Ava drew a picture of a dog. It was a pretty shitty looking dog. Like, the kind of dog that mother dogs show their pups in order to dissuade them from smoking the dank kush or snorting cocaine. Although, it appeared that that was not the intent behind this terrible work of art, for in the background were flowers and a smiley sun. She passed this dog picture to Sam on her right. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it had an empty speech bubble. The void contained in that speech bubble posed Sam the greatest of unspoken questions: what was the dog saying? Was it happy? Was it sad?
...And what dark secrets did it hold about the true nature of humanity?
Takumi Minamoto - Rinquisition
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
As much as he could understand the allure, Takumi was never much a fan of long showers. His years of living with many others, as well as his recent financial scarcity, made short military showers both a powerful force of habit and a necessity of life. That, and his aversion towards prolonged periods of purposeless stillness. Best to just it over and done with so he could get to better, more useful things. As a result, the young man was in and out of the shower in approximately the time it takes for a television commercial break to air its advertisements. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and began putting on the spare clothing he had with him, leaving his wet and dirty clothes in a pile next to his bag. He'd have to ask Hana where the washing machine was. He stepped out of the repurposed love hotel room with all the intention of going about completing that particular objective, only to hear the sounds of showers still emanating from various rooms; it seemed that the cost of early completion among a group was waiting for the rest.
That didn't bother the half-ghoul too much; he was a patient enough person. Besides, he could use this time to rest and relax like he was supposed to. Takumi rubbed the bridge of his nose. As reassuring as it was, the thought of respite didn't sit as well as it ought to with him. Perhaps if he had a nice novel, a few puzzles, or a coloring book or something.... He sniffed the air. Among the scent of bathstuffs, there was still the smell of uncleanliness about, mixed with something familiar but subtle. He turned his head to the source, only to see his "littlest little sister" in a corner all by herself. By the look and smell of it, she hadn't opted to shower like the others. Convenient, as she had made herself so silent and still and small that he might have not noticed her otherwise. It was definitely fitting; he'd give her that.
The middle-child recalled his youngest sister's earlier reaction to his appearance. Also fitting, but not at all satisfying in the least. Sure, she looked more or less the same as eight years ago, but there's no way she didn't change at least somewhat in the passing years. And with everyone else preoccupied showering or napping or helping people shower and nap, Takumi figured that this moment would be a good a time as any to catch up with Rin. Besides, who knows if he'd get the chance later? The Rin he knew was rarely the type of girl to just go out of her way to start the conversation. So with all the carelessness in the world, he approached the withdrawn teen, but rather than address her standing up and looking down, the brunet took a seat on the floor next to her. He was sitting in a similar position, with his back leaned against the wall, his knees bent, and his hands to his sides. It was like he was sitting in a peaceful meadow and not in the corner of a love hotel suite turned harbor house for ghouls.
Something told him that simply starting to talk immediately might be a bit overwhelming; so Takumi waited for a few moments to pass in silence before speaking. "S~o~! Rin!" he began, tone casual and cheerfully nonchalant, "It's really been a long time, hasn't it?" He sighed and crossed his arms atop his knees, knowing exactly how unsubtle he was being with where he was going from here. Well, it's not like he or she could expect any different: he'd always been a bit too direct for a decent smalltalk lead-in. Leave the talking to the politicians and interrogators, and the work to... "Bah, like that's gonna go nowhere," he admitted. "I'll just be straight with you: What've you been getting yourself up to lately?" he asked, turning to face the girl directly but speaking more concernedly, "Life's been good so far, I hope? Eating well, staying out of trouble, having fun, and all that rot?"
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
As much as he could understand the allure, Takumi was never much a fan of long showers. His years of living with many others, as well as his recent financial scarcity, made short military showers both a powerful force of habit and a necessity of life. That, and his aversion towards prolonged periods of purposeless stillness. Best to just it over and done with so he could get to better, more useful things. As a result, the young man was in and out of the shower in approximately the time it takes for a television commercial break to air its advertisements. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and began putting on the spare clothing he had with him, leaving his wet and dirty clothes in a pile next to his bag. He'd have to ask Hana where the washing machine was. He stepped out of the repurposed love hotel room with all the intention of going about completing that particular objective, only to hear the sounds of showers still emanating from various rooms; it seemed that the cost of early completion among a group was waiting for the rest.
That didn't bother the half-ghoul too much; he was a patient enough person. Besides, he could use this time to rest and relax like he was supposed to. Takumi rubbed the bridge of his nose. As reassuring as it was, the thought of respite didn't sit as well as it ought to with him. Perhaps if he had a nice novel, a few puzzles, or a coloring book or something.... He sniffed the air. Among the scent of bathstuffs, there was still the smell of uncleanliness about, mixed with something familiar but subtle. He turned his head to the source, only to see his "littlest little sister" in a corner all by herself. By the look and smell of it, she hadn't opted to shower like the others. Convenient, as she had made herself so silent and still and small that he might have not noticed her otherwise. It was definitely fitting; he'd give her that.
The middle-child recalled his youngest sister's earlier reaction to his appearance. Also fitting, but not at all satisfying in the least. Sure, she looked more or less the same as eight years ago, but there's no way she didn't change at least somewhat in the passing years. And with everyone else preoccupied showering or napping or helping people shower and nap, Takumi figured that this moment would be a good a time as any to catch up with Rin. Besides, who knows if he'd get the chance later? The Rin he knew was rarely the type of girl to just go out of her way to start the conversation. So with all the carelessness in the world, he approached the withdrawn teen, but rather than address her standing up and looking down, the brunet took a seat on the floor next to her. He was sitting in a similar position, with his back leaned against the wall, his knees bent, and his hands to his sides. It was like he was sitting in a peaceful meadow and not in the corner of a love hotel suite turned harbor house for ghouls.
Something told him that simply starting to talk immediately might be a bit overwhelming; so Takumi waited for a few moments to pass in silence before speaking. "S~o~! Rin!" he began, tone casual and cheerfully nonchalant, "It's really been a long time, hasn't it?" He sighed and crossed his arms atop his knees, knowing exactly how unsubtle he was being with where he was going from here. Well, it's not like he or she could expect any different: he'd always been a bit too direct for a decent smalltalk lead-in. Leave the talking to the politicians and interrogators, and the work to... "Bah, like that's gonna go nowhere," he admitted. "I'll just be straight with you: What've you been getting yourself up to lately?" he asked, turning to face the girl directly but speaking more concernedly, "Life's been good so far, I hope? Eating well, staying out of trouble, having fun, and all that rot?"
Mmm, I could have Tacomeat oblige. I'd always planned for him to take navy showers, and those are super short so it all works out.
I'll keep that in mind, then.
By the by, how's that collab going? Who's winning and how much collateral damage?
By the by, how's that collab going? Who's winning and how much collateral damage?
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