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erikhI have an idea of what I want to do in my next post to 'teach' Botan some skills and things to keep in mind. This is going to sound messed up, but believe me it's not as bad as it sounds: Can Kurama trip up Botan to make his point? Don't worry, he'll catch her before she falls or anything.
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No, it's not the pacing that concerns me, don't worry about that. I don't think I'm worried about anything right now.
I just don't want the viewer to skip past it because it's... going to be on Kurama's mind for a while, until he understands Botan as a person and appreciates who she is far more than she is used to. A thankless job like ferrying souls, coupled with the stress and pain of separate souls, is something she has had to endure alone. With that in mind, and Botan's intrigue in how he lives (and how incredible she thinks he is, to which he doesn't think he's that special), they have plenty to talk about.
You waste no time. xD
You waste no time. xD
It's okay. You got to sleep on the post, which is better than sleeping on just wondering how it turned out. So we'll have them talk about combat, some basic means of defending herself, tips and tricks to keep her alive and unharmed, and Botan telling him what she can do in detail. I don't think Kurama knows she knows Spirit Gun, and I think she should bring that up in your next post just to help Kurama out. As for preferred weapon, tell him that too. We can have them talk more. I was worried that I had Kurama become redundant with his realizing how little he knew about Botan, but that's the thing, he knows very little about Botan. Appreciation starts with showing her he's thinking about her as a person, not just a partner. Hopefully that makes sense? =/
Yeah, eventually, but Shiori's going to catch them sooner or later. I think Kurama could get handsy in the right mood.
Yeah, eventually, but Shiori's going to catch them sooner or later. I think Kurama could get handsy in the right mood.
Aye.
Evil, or do we simply know what we want? Huh? Huh?? :D
Gen, lurking for MWAH? I'm touched! I'm telling you I'm looking forward to the cameos in the future~ As to skipping, it depends on what's left for these two to discuss. Did you plan on Botan to dispatch it in one strike as planned, and if so did you want Botan to get into how she would like to learn more? Her approach can't be as rash as Yusuke or Kuwabara's, and she's not nearly as fast and lethal as Hiei. With Kurama, she could learn the proper amount of restraint, and maybe ask for pointers when they have time that doesn't involve schoolwork or the investigation? We can extend the night a little more in that case. Shiori already thinks they're making out.
And I'm very glad you liked it. It's what I do this for :D
Evil, or do we simply know what we want? Huh? Huh?? :D
Gen, lurking for MWAH? I'm touched! I'm telling you I'm looking forward to the cameos in the future~ As to skipping, it depends on what's left for these two to discuss. Did you plan on Botan to dispatch it in one strike as planned, and if so did you want Botan to get into how she would like to learn more? Her approach can't be as rash as Yusuke or Kuwabara's, and she's not nearly as fast and lethal as Hiei. With Kurama, she could learn the proper amount of restraint, and maybe ask for pointers when they have time that doesn't involve schoolwork or the investigation? We can extend the night a little more in that case. Shiori already thinks they're making out.
And I'm very glad you liked it. It's what I do this for :D
Kurama listened well to Botan’s explanation. It was hard to be genuine when you had come to live with someone whilst basing your reasons for doing so and your history with her son on a lie. Shiori was a hard woman to lie to. Thankfully she was more than trusting of her son, and of the company he had chosen to keep, which made things easier on Botan and himself in the long run when it came to the business of Spirit World. Imagining Botan atop her oar and hovering beside the Ferris Wheel didn’t bring him the same thrill that she might have experienced. It didn’t occur to him until recently, and especially now, but Botan had one of the most unlucky duties he could imagine, which didn’t appear to leave her much time to savor earthly delights. The lunch they had the other day might have been the first time she had sat and spoken with someone else for another time, and it was about a job.
‘How lonely it must be…’ Kurama felt for her, and continued to listen as she explained everything she could, as best she could. She was a woman who, at her core, was cheerful and honest. Lying to Shiori was never something she wanted to do, Kurama knew that without her saying so, but what he had forgotten entirely was that Botan had the means of knowing when anyone and everyone was meant to die. Even him. Another layer of weight added itself to his mind, generating further sympathy for her position. Not only was she to lie, something he was forced to encourage for the sake of their job, but she was also forced to look others in the eye and be aware that, sooner or later, she would need to guide them to the next world. Botan’s situation was far more complicated than he had realized. He didn’t envy where she was or what she had to do—and especially not what she knew as a reaper—but she didn’t need to face any of it alone.
As they crossed the intersection, Kurama’s hand tightened around her own for a reason he didn’t fully understand. All he knew was that he didn’t want to let her go until she had finished expressing all she had to. It was a relief when she had sounded far more cheery than before, talking about seeing more of the world than this small part of it. For someone like her, vacations sounded like they were few, and far, far between. The question of where she’d want to visit was on the tip of his tongue when the familiar tone of his mother was heard just behind them. Groceries in hand, it didn’t take a detective to know what she had been up to. Her eyes wandered to their locked hands, leaving Kurama to release Botan’s hand and offer to carry a bag, with Botan doing the same. The three left together, with Kurama allowing Botan to tell Shiori of her very first day.
Returning home and unpacking the groceries, homework was next on their schedule, and to be frank it was not going to become Botan’s favorite part of any day. Try as he might, no explanation he gave her, no description made simple, had made any of the homework easier on her. Her eyes narrowed into tight slits at Trigonometry, followed by tugs at her hair with low grumbles. History had a funny way of making her puff her cheeks out, questioning how anyone could be so cruel or foolish in the past. Kurama couldn’t understand it either, yet had avoided saying so. The last thing he needed was for Botan to look for any momentary escape from the work she so desperately wanted gone. This was for her own good, and he was making sure he was a good tutor by not letting her excuse herself until the job was done.
When the last math problem was solved, he could have sworn he saw hope return in her dull, irritated eyes once more. “You did well for yourself. I imagine Yusuke would also have a hard time with this amount of homework. Double for Kuwabara.” Kurama said. He had known better than to laugh at her struggle; this was the level of work that drove some students insane, without the influence of a demon in the shadows. The fact she had laid herself down and committed to finishing the work was worthy of praise that she had more than earned. Yusuke and Kuwabara might have been here all night.
To his surprise, Botan had complimented him in areas he had heard before, but never from someone he held in such high regard. Brilliance was just forcing himself to sit down and understand everything, knowing he had it in him to do so. Diligence was an important part of being a successful student. With enough time, Botan would also be on his level as long as she continued to work as hard as she did tonight.
Charming? He wasn’t sure what to make of that. Throughout her endeavor he had been with her, patience through her struggle and stress, there to be asked questions if needed. Being a decent person, and knowing how to talk and treat someone, shouldn’t have been seen as special to him. But maybe his idea of charming and hers were different. Or maybe it had been a long time since Botan had sat down and worked with a good young man. No offense to Yusuke, but he wasn’t exactly the poster child for talking to someone well. Keiko had mentioned in passing just how many blows she had to deal to him in the past for brazen comments and… ahem… examinations up her skirt. Classy, Yusuke.
Good looks. Superficial, but Kurama had appreciated it nonetheless. Beauty wasn’t everything there was to anyone or anything. Even the most striking of women could hold ugliness behind their alluring shells. Kurama attributed it to good genes and nothing more.
“You’re all of those things, too.” Kurama pointed out. Whether or not she heard it had remained to be seen. The beeping of her glasses did not go unheard by him, and as he patiently waited for an update from her Kurama had begun to wonder what Botan saw in herself. Sometimes the bubbliest of people had deeply rooted insecurities and low self-esteem. He had been given a pedestal by his peers for so long that he was unused to hearing anything other than praise. When was the last time Botan had been told she had done a good job, or received a pat on the back for her own contributions? It disturbed him to think that someone such as her went underappreciated by anyone, most of all Koenma himself. Botan needed to know that she was every bit as worth a compliment as he was to her.
Unfortunately the insight would need to wait. Demons were afoot.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Kurama had left with Botan just after explaining to his mother that they were taking a walk. He didn’t miss the twinkle in her eye; two young people going out for a walk so late could mean almost anything, but for Shiori who had dreamed of her son meeting a nice girl, she only hoped that Shuichi would further their relationship, and someday come out with his true feelings for Botan. Kurama smiled as he turned away, knowing exactly what she was thinking. ‘Never change, mother.’
Setting out, the location in question wasn’t very far from home. Traveling down a dead-end street, the sound of rattling behind bags and bins of trash could be heard, joined with the sound of a creature growling. Reaching into his pocket, Kurama drew out an idle seed and, with his spirit energy, transformed it into a fully formed rose. Just moments after they had drawn their weapons of choice, a stray cat had scurried away from the demon in question, the latter of which pausing to look at them. Botan in particular caught its eyes, licking its lips at her. Whether it was hunger or lust, it couldn’t have meant anything good for her. Dispatching it would be child’s play.
Kurama hesitated, leaving Botan to glance at him, likely waiting to see if he would like to continue. He could do it and allow them to go back home, but this was a demon that was ideal for a rookie detective to defeat, or at least someone unused to combat. Botan was perfect for this. “Would you like to learn how to fight?” He asked her, though his eyes did not once leave the imp ahead of them. Through his stare alone he was conveying two messages to it: One, it definitely could be seen. Two, it dare not attempt anything. Botan was one thing, but beside him she couldn’t be touched, and running was out of the question here. She had agreed.
“No matter how weak or frail a foe appears, never underestimate them. Strike fast and hard, and never with more power than you have to.” Kurama’s energy within the rose dissipated, causing it to revert to a seed once more. Pocketing it, he had suddenly stepped away, much to the comfort of the imp before them. Botan was being placed between the demon and himself. “You aren’t equipped to fight with technical abilities. Your oar has a long range, but it isn’t suited for close-range battle. Not only that, it’s not sturdy enough to endure extended fighting. You need to win quickly.” Placing his left hand on her leftmost shoulder, Kurama firmly grasped it. “He targeted you the moment you spoke to it, so he knows that you see him. The element of surprise is lost, and with the way he’s looking at you now he looks to you as new prey. You have two options: either you attack, or you react. I suggest that you react for now.”
The imp ahead of them had begun to hop with excitement, blind and deaf to anything but the attractive blue-haired beauty before it. It had begun to visibly salivate at the mouth, increasing its tongue whipping around its mouth. As vulgar as it appeared, it was a miracle that it was patient enough to let Kurama finish talking.
“It’ll leap,” Kurama said. What was obvious to him may not have been obvious to Botan. Something that small wasn’t about to run up to Botan and gnaw on her foot. It would go for something far more vulnerable, say, the neck. But crediting intelligence to the unintelligent was how mistakes were made. Still, he’ll bet on his instinct. If he were a petty demon with nothing to lose, and a full-figured snack like Botan was right in front of him, he wouldn’t start at the foot if he was looking for a meal. “Aim for the head, and remember: strike fast, and as hard as you can.”
There was no countdown to battle, only when someone was ready to make the first move. As Kurama had suspected, the imp had lost its patience and broke into a sprint towards Botan. Once it was halfway to her, it had leaped from the ground and soared towards her with arms outstretched, appearing to be gunning for her chest. It needed something to hold on to, after all.
“Now!” Kurama lowered his head, uncertain of how wide Botan’s swings would travel.
‘How lonely it must be…’ Kurama felt for her, and continued to listen as she explained everything she could, as best she could. She was a woman who, at her core, was cheerful and honest. Lying to Shiori was never something she wanted to do, Kurama knew that without her saying so, but what he had forgotten entirely was that Botan had the means of knowing when anyone and everyone was meant to die. Even him. Another layer of weight added itself to his mind, generating further sympathy for her position. Not only was she to lie, something he was forced to encourage for the sake of their job, but she was also forced to look others in the eye and be aware that, sooner or later, she would need to guide them to the next world. Botan’s situation was far more complicated than he had realized. He didn’t envy where she was or what she had to do—and especially not what she knew as a reaper—but she didn’t need to face any of it alone.
As they crossed the intersection, Kurama’s hand tightened around her own for a reason he didn’t fully understand. All he knew was that he didn’t want to let her go until she had finished expressing all she had to. It was a relief when she had sounded far more cheery than before, talking about seeing more of the world than this small part of it. For someone like her, vacations sounded like they were few, and far, far between. The question of where she’d want to visit was on the tip of his tongue when the familiar tone of his mother was heard just behind them. Groceries in hand, it didn’t take a detective to know what she had been up to. Her eyes wandered to their locked hands, leaving Kurama to release Botan’s hand and offer to carry a bag, with Botan doing the same. The three left together, with Kurama allowing Botan to tell Shiori of her very first day.
Returning home and unpacking the groceries, homework was next on their schedule, and to be frank it was not going to become Botan’s favorite part of any day. Try as he might, no explanation he gave her, no description made simple, had made any of the homework easier on her. Her eyes narrowed into tight slits at Trigonometry, followed by tugs at her hair with low grumbles. History had a funny way of making her puff her cheeks out, questioning how anyone could be so cruel or foolish in the past. Kurama couldn’t understand it either, yet had avoided saying so. The last thing he needed was for Botan to look for any momentary escape from the work she so desperately wanted gone. This was for her own good, and he was making sure he was a good tutor by not letting her excuse herself until the job was done.
When the last math problem was solved, he could have sworn he saw hope return in her dull, irritated eyes once more. “You did well for yourself. I imagine Yusuke would also have a hard time with this amount of homework. Double for Kuwabara.” Kurama said. He had known better than to laugh at her struggle; this was the level of work that drove some students insane, without the influence of a demon in the shadows. The fact she had laid herself down and committed to finishing the work was worthy of praise that she had more than earned. Yusuke and Kuwabara might have been here all night.
To his surprise, Botan had complimented him in areas he had heard before, but never from someone he held in such high regard. Brilliance was just forcing himself to sit down and understand everything, knowing he had it in him to do so. Diligence was an important part of being a successful student. With enough time, Botan would also be on his level as long as she continued to work as hard as she did tonight.
Charming? He wasn’t sure what to make of that. Throughout her endeavor he had been with her, patience through her struggle and stress, there to be asked questions if needed. Being a decent person, and knowing how to talk and treat someone, shouldn’t have been seen as special to him. But maybe his idea of charming and hers were different. Or maybe it had been a long time since Botan had sat down and worked with a good young man. No offense to Yusuke, but he wasn’t exactly the poster child for talking to someone well. Keiko had mentioned in passing just how many blows she had to deal to him in the past for brazen comments and… ahem… examinations up her skirt. Classy, Yusuke.
Good looks. Superficial, but Kurama had appreciated it nonetheless. Beauty wasn’t everything there was to anyone or anything. Even the most striking of women could hold ugliness behind their alluring shells. Kurama attributed it to good genes and nothing more.
“You’re all of those things, too.” Kurama pointed out. Whether or not she heard it had remained to be seen. The beeping of her glasses did not go unheard by him, and as he patiently waited for an update from her Kurama had begun to wonder what Botan saw in herself. Sometimes the bubbliest of people had deeply rooted insecurities and low self-esteem. He had been given a pedestal by his peers for so long that he was unused to hearing anything other than praise. When was the last time Botan had been told she had done a good job, or received a pat on the back for her own contributions? It disturbed him to think that someone such as her went underappreciated by anyone, most of all Koenma himself. Botan needed to know that she was every bit as worth a compliment as he was to her.
Unfortunately the insight would need to wait. Demons were afoot.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Kurama had left with Botan just after explaining to his mother that they were taking a walk. He didn’t miss the twinkle in her eye; two young people going out for a walk so late could mean almost anything, but for Shiori who had dreamed of her son meeting a nice girl, she only hoped that Shuichi would further their relationship, and someday come out with his true feelings for Botan. Kurama smiled as he turned away, knowing exactly what she was thinking. ‘Never change, mother.’
Setting out, the location in question wasn’t very far from home. Traveling down a dead-end street, the sound of rattling behind bags and bins of trash could be heard, joined with the sound of a creature growling. Reaching into his pocket, Kurama drew out an idle seed and, with his spirit energy, transformed it into a fully formed rose. Just moments after they had drawn their weapons of choice, a stray cat had scurried away from the demon in question, the latter of which pausing to look at them. Botan in particular caught its eyes, licking its lips at her. Whether it was hunger or lust, it couldn’t have meant anything good for her. Dispatching it would be child’s play.
Kurama hesitated, leaving Botan to glance at him, likely waiting to see if he would like to continue. He could do it and allow them to go back home, but this was a demon that was ideal for a rookie detective to defeat, or at least someone unused to combat. Botan was perfect for this. “Would you like to learn how to fight?” He asked her, though his eyes did not once leave the imp ahead of them. Through his stare alone he was conveying two messages to it: One, it definitely could be seen. Two, it dare not attempt anything. Botan was one thing, but beside him she couldn’t be touched, and running was out of the question here. She had agreed.
“No matter how weak or frail a foe appears, never underestimate them. Strike fast and hard, and never with more power than you have to.” Kurama’s energy within the rose dissipated, causing it to revert to a seed once more. Pocketing it, he had suddenly stepped away, much to the comfort of the imp before them. Botan was being placed between the demon and himself. “You aren’t equipped to fight with technical abilities. Your oar has a long range, but it isn’t suited for close-range battle. Not only that, it’s not sturdy enough to endure extended fighting. You need to win quickly.” Placing his left hand on her leftmost shoulder, Kurama firmly grasped it. “He targeted you the moment you spoke to it, so he knows that you see him. The element of surprise is lost, and with the way he’s looking at you now he looks to you as new prey. You have two options: either you attack, or you react. I suggest that you react for now.”
The imp ahead of them had begun to hop with excitement, blind and deaf to anything but the attractive blue-haired beauty before it. It had begun to visibly salivate at the mouth, increasing its tongue whipping around its mouth. As vulgar as it appeared, it was a miracle that it was patient enough to let Kurama finish talking.
“It’ll leap,” Kurama said. What was obvious to him may not have been obvious to Botan. Something that small wasn’t about to run up to Botan and gnaw on her foot. It would go for something far more vulnerable, say, the neck. But crediting intelligence to the unintelligent was how mistakes were made. Still, he’ll bet on his instinct. If he were a petty demon with nothing to lose, and a full-figured snack like Botan was right in front of him, he wouldn’t start at the foot if he was looking for a meal. “Aim for the head, and remember: strike fast, and as hard as you can.”
There was no countdown to battle, only when someone was ready to make the first move. As Kurama had suspected, the imp had lost its patience and broke into a sprint towards Botan. Once it was halfway to her, it had leaped from the ground and soared towards her with arms outstretched, appearing to be gunning for her chest. It needed something to hold on to, after all.
“Now!” Kurama lowered his head, uncertain of how wide Botan’s swings would travel.
It's going to be SUPER out of character for him, but no one's going to doubt it because no one ever has a reason to start a nasty rumor about Kurama. He shows up to school with a secret girlfriend he had kept from everyone all that time. It makes sense that he'd go to great lengths to protect her, especially considering what almost happened to her. I don't think anyone has the guts, boy or girl, to confirm it. People just believe it. And Botan isn't spoken badly or disgustingly about at school again. They can keep that shit to themselves.
Yeah we can make it maybe the first one they handle before the harder, tear-jerker types. And it figures the ONE he doesn't show up for is the one that has Botan come home fighting a lake full of tears, right?
Aww, goodnight dear, see you soon I hope~
EDIT - Done. I LOL'd at "Demons afoot", even if it was my own joke. And I could have gone on and one about how to fight but there wasn't time, and there was no sense overloading Botan with more information than she needed to dispatch a lowly demon. Also, I swear, the demon's just going for the chest because it wants to hold on to something. If Botan misses and it lands on her chest, well, she has a second chance at beating the shit out of it. Hope you enjoy~
Yeah we can make it maybe the first one they handle before the harder, tear-jerker types. And it figures the ONE he doesn't show up for is the one that has Botan come home fighting a lake full of tears, right?
Aww, goodnight dear, see you soon I hope~
EDIT - Done. I LOL'd at "Demons afoot", even if it was my own joke. And I could have gone on and one about how to fight but there wasn't time, and there was no sense overloading Botan with more information than she needed to dispatch a lowly demon. Also, I swear, the demon's just going for the chest because it wants to hold on to something. If Botan misses and it lands on her chest, well, she has a second chance at beating the shit out of it. Hope you enjoy~
You know it <3
It's just that because Botan is 'hot' and becoming popular, people try to dehumanize her and make her more of an object than a person. Not everyone cares about who she is, rather it's how gorgeous she is, and how good she looked wet. It's... a problem, a problem he wants to solve quickly, and unlike any other time he'll want a small audience to see him get upset. This is a rumor he will be glad gets circulated. Don't. Fuck. With. Botan xD
For the love of god make it a comical case. Some old woman who knows she's dead but doesn't want to leave because she wants to take her shogi set with her, but she can't because she's totes dead, and she's not fucking leaving without her shogi set and she beats the shit out of Botan with her own oar xD
It's just that because Botan is 'hot' and becoming popular, people try to dehumanize her and make her more of an object than a person. Not everyone cares about who she is, rather it's how gorgeous she is, and how good she looked wet. It's... a problem, a problem he wants to solve quickly, and unlike any other time he'll want a small audience to see him get upset. This is a rumor he will be glad gets circulated. Don't. Fuck. With. Botan xD
For the love of god make it a comical case. Some old woman who knows she's dead but doesn't want to leave because she wants to take her shogi set with her, but she can't because she's totes dead, and she's not fucking leaving without her shogi set and she beats the shit out of Botan with her own oar xD
It's kinda what he's there for, dude. I will say that if you need to get to sleep for blood work tomorrow, you can check on the post in the morning. I just don't enjoy rushing posts unless I absolutely have to, and you're worth taking extra time for. You're the bae.
Oh, no, Kurama wouldn't have any of that disgusting shit, man. I'm telling you, he's going to forget this is just pretend the second someone says something wrong about her in his presence. 0 to 100 REAL QUICK. Botan's gonna end up hearing about it sooner or later. Kurama doesn't snap easily but when he does, PEOPLE DIE! Or just learn their lesson ;3
Sometimes you need something new in your life. I'm all over it dude. You'll dream of it sooner or later, or wake up to it.
Oh, no, Kurama wouldn't have any of that disgusting shit, man. I'm telling you, he's going to forget this is just pretend the second someone says something wrong about her in his presence. 0 to 100 REAL QUICK. Botan's gonna end up hearing about it sooner or later. Kurama doesn't snap easily but when he does, PEOPLE DIE! Or just learn their lesson ;3
Sometimes you need something new in your life. I'm all over it dude. You'll dream of it sooner or later, or wake up to it.
Kurama will GO WITH HER EVERY TIME to make her comfortable! It will just be so the school officials and Shiori feel better. Kurama's a good guy and a great person to confide in, but he's no professional. Still, if being around him helps her, they'll definitely encourage him to stay with her as much as possible. Oh don't worry, that dialogue will make it xD I've had an itch to use Kuwabara, Yusuke, and/or Hiei anyway, just no opportunities at this time. Kuwabara's definitely shipping them, and when the fight against Goshikuro happens, Kuwabara will bestow the headband of love/justice to Kurama before he goes off to save his girlfriend. Kuwabara is the best friend anyone could have xD
I can think of something for him later in terms of name and past/powers, but I'm trying to focus on the post first~
Hiei cares for Yukina in the same way Kurama cares for Shiori, so Hiei can't exactly make the argument about someone holding him back ;3 Hiei's gonna mind himself in her presence though. Kurama doesn't fuck around when someone disrespects his mother. I'm down for a competitive game of cards, Kurama slips out, Botan goes out to join him, they talk and... possibly other things. They'll get their privacy.
Kurama's not the type to blush about it when her life was close to ending, but if Botan ever brings up how she looked when he pulled her out of that pool I think the last thing that comes to mind is the outline of her body through her wet clothes. His priorities aren't on her body, something she can appreciate immensely, which means that when the body appreciation DOES come it makes his moves of affection all the sweeter.
It's coming right along, but you know me... I'm being careful >.>
I can think of something for him later in terms of name and past/powers, but I'm trying to focus on the post first~
Hiei cares for Yukina in the same way Kurama cares for Shiori, so Hiei can't exactly make the argument about someone holding him back ;3 Hiei's gonna mind himself in her presence though. Kurama doesn't fuck around when someone disrespects his mother. I'm down for a competitive game of cards, Kurama slips out, Botan goes out to join him, they talk and... possibly other things. They'll get their privacy.
Kurama's not the type to blush about it when her life was close to ending, but if Botan ever brings up how she looked when he pulled her out of that pool I think the last thing that comes to mind is the outline of her body through her wet clothes. His priorities aren't on her body, something she can appreciate immensely, which means that when the body appreciation DOES come it makes his moves of affection all the sweeter.
It's coming right along, but you know me... I'm being careful >.>
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