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[ Claude gets as far as stepping into the room and shedding his heaviest coat before Dimitri sweeps him up into his arms. Not that he has any complaints - not when Dimitri is so warm compared to him, and is able to lift him off the ground so easily. His easy, casual smile grows fond and affectionate as he wraps his arms around his shoulders, pressing his (cold, sorry) cheek against his king's. ]
Well, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if I told you I was coming, now, would it? [ He presses a soft kiss by his ear. ] Besides, what I said was true - I'm only here to spend time with you. Formal greetings weren't necessary.
Well, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if I told you I was coming, now, would it? [ He presses a soft kiss by his ear. ] Besides, what I said was true - I'm only here to spend time with you. Formal greetings weren't necessary.
What need is there for a surprise? [He asks, a laugh clear in his tone, but Dimitri does not mind at all. Claude being here is a rather nice surprise; his day had been pretty lackluster thus far. Not bad, but not his best either.
Dimitri sets Claude back on the ground, but he does not release him from his embrace. Rather, he adjusts his arms so he can cover more of Claude’s body. If only he’d been wearing his cloak, he could wrap him in it. But holding him, and rubbing his hands in circles on Claude’s back to generate warmth will have to do.] You’re cold.
Dimitri sets Claude back on the ground, but he does not release him from his embrace. Rather, he adjusts his arms so he can cover more of Claude’s body. If only he’d been wearing his cloak, he could wrap him in it. But holding him, and rubbing his hands in circles on Claude’s back to generate warmth will have to do.] You’re cold.
[ With a content sigh, Claude presses closer to him in turn. While perhaps not the most effective heat source, Dimitri is certainly the most comforting and handsome. ]
In case you forgot, your winters are pretty cold. But here I am anyway, frozen to the bone, just for you. [ He's clearly teasing, but his voice softens as he tilts his head slightly to peer up at him. ] I know I'm a few days early, but... I wanted to be here for your birthday.
In case you forgot, your winters are pretty cold. But here I am anyway, frozen to the bone, just for you. [ He's clearly teasing, but his voice softens as he tilts his head slightly to peer up at him. ] I know I'm a few days early, but... I wanted to be here for your birthday.
[ Takumi's had dreams before where Leo's kissed him. But he's never been able to feel anything when he did - and either the dream would take a weird turn from there, or he'd wake up feeling guilty for thinking about one of his best friends in that way.
The warmth of Leo's breath over his lips is already convincing enough. But still he nods slightly, taking care to not knock his nose against his. ] ... Yes. [ He lets out a shaky breath of his own, his grip shifting so he can lace his fingers with Leo's. ] You may.
The warmth of Leo's breath over his lips is already convincing enough. But still he nods slightly, taking care to not knock his nose against his. ] ... Yes. [ He lets out a shaky breath of his own, his grip shifting so he can lace his fingers with Leo's. ] You may.
[Of all the things Dimitri has forgotten over the years, Faerghus' cold winters is not one of them. However... ] My birthday?
[It's possible that Claude can feel his eyelashes against his cheek and how they flutter as Dimitri blinks quickly. His birthday? Somehow that doesn't feel right. But, well - Dimitri stills as he thinks it over it in his head - it is the Ethereal Moon, which means Pegasus Moon is due in two moons - and what was the last date he'd written on his papers?
Oh, by the goddess. He's forgotten his birthday again.] My birthday! [He says with confidence.] Right, that's coming up. That's right around the corner, isn't it? [He says with less confidence. Dimitri hasn't had reason to remember his birthday in years. It was out of the question during his five years of madness - time hadn't been real then. And after that...
Dimitri's honestly not sure he even remembers how old he is. How old he's turning.]
[It's possible that Claude can feel his eyelashes against his cheek and how they flutter as Dimitri blinks quickly. His birthday? Somehow that doesn't feel right. But, well - Dimitri stills as he thinks it over it in his head - it is the Ethereal Moon, which means Pegasus Moon is due in two moons - and what was the last date he'd written on his papers?
Oh, by the goddess. He's forgotten his birthday again.] My birthday! [He says with confidence.] Right, that's coming up. That's right around the corner, isn't it? [He says with less confidence. Dimitri hasn't had reason to remember his birthday in years. It was out of the question during his five years of madness - time hadn't been real then. And after that...
Dimitri's honestly not sure he even remembers how old he is. How old he's turning.]
[ Claude blinks slowly. ]
... You forgot your birthday? [ THE ENTIRE KINGDOM LET YOU FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY???????? ] Isn't that, you know - kind of important?
... You forgot your birthday? [ THE ENTIRE KINGDOM LET YOU FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY???????? ] Isn't that, you know - kind of important?
Is it? [Dimitri startles, pulling away to look at Claude's face. He's as surprised as Claude is. Is it truly so important?
Age had only been important when he had been too young to be crowned as king. And even at that time, he only remembered his birthday in relation to Felix's - exactly two moons after his own.] Claude, how do you even know when my birthday is?
Age had only been important when he had been too young to be crowned as king. And even at that time, he only remembered his birthday in relation to Felix's - exactly two moons after his own.] Claude, how do you even know when my birthday is?
[ This, admittedly, is not a conversation Claude expected to have. ]
Of course I know when it is - we've been courting for years! [ what kind of boyfriend do you think he is????? ] You remember when mine is, right?
Of course I know when it is - we've been courting for years! [ what kind of boyfriend do you think he is????? ] You remember when mine is, right?
24th of the Blue Sea Moon. [Dimitri answers with no hesitation, and fails to see the connection there.
He remembers Claude's, Felix's, and his father's birthday. He remembers what moons Ingrid and Sylvain's fall under but...
that's besides the point!] You must have told me at some point. But, how do you know mine when I don't even remember?
He remembers Claude's, Felix's, and his father's birthday. He remembers what moons Ingrid and Sylvain's fall under but...
that's besides the point!] You must have told me at some point. But, how do you know mine when I don't even remember?
[ dimitri... dimitri................ he loves you so much. ]
A little birdie told me, since you didn't tell me yourself.
A little birdie told me, since you didn't tell me yourself.
[ Claude blinks again. Why is his guess Felix? He can't remember ever speaking with the guy one-on-one. And honestly, he's not sure Felix even likes him.
But anyway. ]
No - it was the professor. [ Archbishop, technically - but they'd always be the professor to them. ]
But anyway. ]
No - it was the professor. [ Archbishop, technically - but they'd always be the professor to them. ]
[Oh.]
Oh, of course. [Of course the professor would remember. They were always very good at picking just the right gift for all their students, weren't they. Dimitri looks down at Claude, still in his arms, and it suddenly hits him how very silly this conversation has become.
Dimitri's expression softens and he reaches to caress Claude's cheek.] I'm sorry, that's besides the point isn't it. You came to see me and I - thank you.
I've missed you, Claude.
Oh, of course. [Of course the professor would remember. They were always very good at picking just the right gift for all their students, weren't they. Dimitri looks down at Claude, still in his arms, and it suddenly hits him how very silly this conversation has become.
Dimitri's expression softens and he reaches to caress Claude's cheek.] I'm sorry, that's besides the point isn't it. You came to see me and I - thank you.
I've missed you, Claude.
[ Ever since he set foot in the castle, Claude's cheeks have been ruddy - but as Dimitri stares at him with affection shining in his endlessly blue eye, his face heats up just slightly. His lips curl up into a fond smile and he meets his gaze. ]
... Yeah. I missed you too. [ His hands slide down to his shoulders, and he leans up on the balls of his feet to kiss Dimitri, soft and sweet. ] Why don't we get a little more comfortable by the fire? I'm still feeling pretty cold. [ And curling up with Dimitri after spending a long time on the saddle of his wyvern sounds so nice. (plus, he can take the moment of separation to grab a couple of the smaller gifts from his bag - if dimitri think's claude's presence is his only birthday present, then he's terribly mistaken.) ]
... Yeah. I missed you too. [ His hands slide down to his shoulders, and he leans up on the balls of his feet to kiss Dimitri, soft and sweet. ] Why don't we get a little more comfortable by the fire? I'm still feeling pretty cold. [ And curling up with Dimitri after spending a long time on the saddle of his wyvern sounds so nice. (plus, he can take the moment of separation to grab a couple of the smaller gifts from his bag - if dimitri think's claude's presence is his only birthday present, then he's terribly mistaken.) ]
[ Without thought or hesitation, Felix gently tugs Dimitri down, cradling his head against his shoulder. ]
You won't. [ He blinks back his own tears as he noses into his hair.
(at a later date, he might find it funny how much their roles reversed - how even when they first met in this life, dimitri comforted him, and now it was his turn after being the one that hurt his heart in the first place.) ] Like we've been saying - we're not who we were. You're not... [ the boar.
He stops himself there. Takes a breath. ] I'll say it again - I'm not leaving you alone. This time, I'm here for you. [ And that's that. ]
You won't. [ He blinks back his own tears as he noses into his hair.
(at a later date, he might find it funny how much their roles reversed - how even when they first met in this life, dimitri comforted him, and now it was his turn after being the one that hurt his heart in the first place.) ] Like we've been saying - we're not who we were. You're not... [ the boar.
He stops himself there. Takes a breath. ] I'll say it again - I'm not leaving you alone. This time, I'm here for you. [ And that's that. ]
[Dimitri has no intention of telling Ashe to stop. Just as he has no intention of falling asleep while Ashe is reading.
But Ashe's voice is soothing, and it's very warm all cuddled up with him as they are, and perhaps he is more tired than he thought...
Without even realizing it, his eyes eventually close and his head droops.
zzz.]
But Ashe's voice is soothing, and it's very warm all cuddled up with him as they are, and perhaps he is more tired than he thought...
Without even realizing it, his eyes eventually close and his head droops.
zzz.]
[Is this how Leo expected their first kiss to go? Absolutely not. But he'd rather this than something awkward and ingenuine.
He closes the small distance between their lips in a kiss.
Unsurprisingly, there are no fireworks, no revelations. But his heart does pick up, and he feels warm. He feels more at home and comfortable in this single moment than he has in a very long time. He feels right. It makes pulling away all the harder. Not that he pulls away very far: when he speaks next, Leo's lips still brush over Takumi's with each word.]
Well? Convinced?
He closes the small distance between their lips in a kiss.
Unsurprisingly, there are no fireworks, no revelations. But his heart does pick up, and he feels warm. He feels more at home and comfortable in this single moment than he has in a very long time. He feels right. It makes pulling away all the harder. Not that he pulls away very far: when he speaks next, Leo's lips still brush over Takumi's with each word.]
Well? Convinced?
[Naesala's heart swells. He hadn't even thought this possible just a couple days ago. He tugs Reyson in his direction, so they can stand together. Reyson's back to Naesala's chest and Naesala wrapping his arms around his shoulders.]
For a lifetime together.
[He closes his eyes.]
I love you. Very much, Reyson.
For a lifetime together.
[He closes his eyes.]
I love you. Very much, Reyson.
Tsk, "special"? That has nothing to do with it either.
[It does, though. Because Ashe is special to Felix and his words do help a little.]
That's - but, thank you.... [A pause.] Maybe I am - I'm happy it's you.
[It does, though. Because Ashe is special to Felix and his words do help a little.]
That's - but, thank you.... [A pause.] Maybe I am - I'm happy it's you.
[If someone had asked Linhardt how he felt about soulmates five years ago, he would have replied that it was a load of hogwash and he didn't like the idea of them. As it stands, if someone asked now, he would reply with the same opinion despite, currently, being stupidly in love with his soulmate.
He loves Ferdinand because he's Ferdinand. Not because he's his soulmate. And he fully intends to tell him that. Probably... Someday.
He wishes he had told him sooner. Since a lot has happened in five years. A whole wars worth, in fact.
Linhardt has been holed up in his territory for most of that time, desperate to focus on his research and ignore any news of bloodshed or conquest. However, as the Millennium Festival draws near, research is at the very farthest from Linhardt's mind. Instead, replaced by the promise the professor and his classmates had made. And Ferdinand. The mark of his soulmate is still on his chest, he checks it every day, so Ferdinand is still alive out there. But Linhardt worries. And he longs. He longs to see Ferdinand again.
Ferdinand would never break a promise.
So, Linhardt makes an excuse for himself: he's going to Bergliez territory to see Caspar. Don't expect him back any time soon. His father doesn't suspect a thing. For all intents and purposes, that's where Linhardt ends up anyway. It's along the way to his final destination: the remains of Garreg Mach.
The stars seem to align there in Bergliez territory. Linhardt is taking his time preparing for the long trek that is going to be traveling through Gondor Field when he spots an all too familiar mare just outside of the village he's currently in. She's just as beautiful as Linhardt remembers: tan coat shiny in the sun. Well kept white mane. Duchess Marigold von Aegir is as well loved as she's always been and she brings such relief to Linhardt's heart.
He approaches her with caution, aware of the orange sunspot just a few paces away from her underneath a tree. She must be guarding him.] Long time no see, Marigold. Are you being a good guard-horse? [She winnies and scuffs her hooves against the ground in response. Linhardt pats the sides of her muzzle and gives her a kiss.] I've missed you, too.
[His attention is then on the sunspot. Really, Linhardt can't help but smile, to fall asleep in a place like this.] And you... taking a page from my book are you? [He talks softly to himself - to his most beloved. Then yawns.] That's actually not such a terrible idea....
[Ferdinand wont mind if he joins him, surely. Linhardt settles next to him, letting his head fall on Ferdinand's shoulder...and sleep finds him with ease.]
He loves Ferdinand because he's Ferdinand. Not because he's his soulmate. And he fully intends to tell him that. Probably... Someday.
He wishes he had told him sooner. Since a lot has happened in five years. A whole wars worth, in fact.
Linhardt has been holed up in his territory for most of that time, desperate to focus on his research and ignore any news of bloodshed or conquest. However, as the Millennium Festival draws near, research is at the very farthest from Linhardt's mind. Instead, replaced by the promise the professor and his classmates had made. And Ferdinand. The mark of his soulmate is still on his chest, he checks it every day, so Ferdinand is still alive out there. But Linhardt worries. And he longs. He longs to see Ferdinand again.
Ferdinand would never break a promise.
So, Linhardt makes an excuse for himself: he's going to Bergliez territory to see Caspar. Don't expect him back any time soon. His father doesn't suspect a thing. For all intents and purposes, that's where Linhardt ends up anyway. It's along the way to his final destination: the remains of Garreg Mach.
The stars seem to align there in Bergliez territory. Linhardt is taking his time preparing for the long trek that is going to be traveling through Gondor Field when he spots an all too familiar mare just outside of the village he's currently in. She's just as beautiful as Linhardt remembers: tan coat shiny in the sun. Well kept white mane. Duchess Marigold von Aegir is as well loved as she's always been and she brings such relief to Linhardt's heart.
He approaches her with caution, aware of the orange sunspot just a few paces away from her underneath a tree. She must be guarding him.] Long time no see, Marigold. Are you being a good guard-horse? [She winnies and scuffs her hooves against the ground in response. Linhardt pats the sides of her muzzle and gives her a kiss.] I've missed you, too.
[His attention is then on the sunspot. Really, Linhardt can't help but smile, to fall asleep in a place like this.] And you... taking a page from my book are you? [He talks softly to himself - to his most beloved. Then yawns.] That's actually not such a terrible idea....
[Ferdinand wont mind if he joins him, surely. Linhardt settles next to him, letting his head fall on Ferdinand's shoulder...and sleep finds him with ease.]
[ Ferdinand is no longer a noble - hasn't been since Edelgard became Adrestia's newest emperor and deposed his father - but noble blood still runs in his veins. Even though he has no lands, no home to speak of anymore, he has a duty to protect his people from the negative impacts of this war.
(he doesn't understand why she's doing this. why hubert still follows her so loyally. should he have swallowed his pride and followed her? or did he do the right thing, severing the strings that have tied him to her for so long, and carving his own path forward?
he always wanted to be there to guide her, to advise her when she deviates from the path of justice - but she probably never saw him at all.)
For the past five years, he has devoted himself solely to the common-folk. He's been single-minded in this... to the point where he lost track of time, and almost forgot about the Millennium Festival. But Ferdinand von Aegir is not about to break his promise to his classmates and professor... or to his soulmate.
The Ferdinand Linhardt encounters curled up beneath a tree, lance loose in his grip, is a Ferdinand who had to ride quickly through former Aegir territory to ensure he'd make it to the monastery with time to spare. He truly didn't mean to fall asleep - he had merely wanted to give his beloved Duchess Marigold von Aegir a moment's rest, and to catch his breath before making the journey across Gronder Field. But he doesn't stir when Linhardt approaches, nor when he settles next to him and drifts off as well. Though in his dreams, he feels a sudden, familiar warmth bloom when he sets his head on his shoulder, washing over him in gentle waves.
Eventually, his eyes blink open slowly, and he jolts as he registers the weight against him. His hand twitches around the shaft of his lance, but before he acts, he takes in the form beside him. Dark, emerald green hair tucked behind his ears and cascading over his shoulders, with a bun held together by a delicate white ribbon in the back... gentle features, softened further by the peace of sleep... and a familiar scent of wood and paper hitting his nose.
His heart aches in his chest, and he swears he can feel his soulmate's words burn beneath his glove and gauntlet. He wants to contain his excitement and let Linhardt rest for longer (hevring territory is quite a ways away from bergliez - who knows how long he's been on the road) but he finds himself unable to hold back a moment longer.
Carefully, he tucks a few loose strands of hair behind his ear, then brushes his hand slowly over his cheek. ] It seems that even after all this time, you still cannot resist the allure of a good nap. [ His voice is warm and fond, and he smiles easier now than he has in years. ] But I am relieved you have not changed a bit, Linhardt.
(he doesn't understand why she's doing this. why hubert still follows her so loyally. should he have swallowed his pride and followed her? or did he do the right thing, severing the strings that have tied him to her for so long, and carving his own path forward?
he always wanted to be there to guide her, to advise her when she deviates from the path of justice - but she probably never saw him at all.)
For the past five years, he has devoted himself solely to the common-folk. He's been single-minded in this... to the point where he lost track of time, and almost forgot about the Millennium Festival. But Ferdinand von Aegir is not about to break his promise to his classmates and professor... or to his soulmate.
The Ferdinand Linhardt encounters curled up beneath a tree, lance loose in his grip, is a Ferdinand who had to ride quickly through former Aegir territory to ensure he'd make it to the monastery with time to spare. He truly didn't mean to fall asleep - he had merely wanted to give his beloved Duchess Marigold von Aegir a moment's rest, and to catch his breath before making the journey across Gronder Field. But he doesn't stir when Linhardt approaches, nor when he settles next to him and drifts off as well. Though in his dreams, he feels a sudden, familiar warmth bloom when he sets his head on his shoulder, washing over him in gentle waves.
Eventually, his eyes blink open slowly, and he jolts as he registers the weight against him. His hand twitches around the shaft of his lance, but before he acts, he takes in the form beside him. Dark, emerald green hair tucked behind his ears and cascading over his shoulders, with a bun held together by a delicate white ribbon in the back... gentle features, softened further by the peace of sleep... and a familiar scent of wood and paper hitting his nose.
His heart aches in his chest, and he swears he can feel his soulmate's words burn beneath his glove and gauntlet. He wants to contain his excitement and let Linhardt rest for longer (hevring territory is quite a ways away from bergliez - who knows how long he's been on the road) but he finds himself unable to hold back a moment longer.
Carefully, he tucks a few loose strands of hair behind his ear, then brushes his hand slowly over his cheek. ] It seems that even after all this time, you still cannot resist the allure of a good nap. [ His voice is warm and fond, and he smiles easier now than he has in years. ] But I am relieved you have not changed a bit, Linhardt.
[ During their days at Garreg Mach Monastery, Ashe often had his nose buried deep in a book. Over and over again, he read tales of Loog and Kyphon, and other knights from Faerghus's past. He wanted to be just like them - wanted the strength to protect, to bring justice to a world filled with strife and conflict. And, with Caspar by his side, he's able to do just that.
After the war's end, he and Caspar packed their bags and set off into the world. With no definite goal in mind beyond "punish those who preyed upon the helpless" (shared by both of them) and "stay out of trouble as much as possible" (seemingly only upheld by ashe), they spend most of their days wandering with only the company of each other.
Ashe has read many books with this premise - an unlikely duo joins forces to save the world, and end up falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. It's practically the story of his life now, except for one tiny, tiny detail.
Ashe is in love with Caspar - but, as far as he knows, Caspar doesn't feel the same.
Not that he's ever tried to clue him in on his feelings (he's been harboring this crush for a while now), but, well... unlike him, Caspar is bold and brave. He's never hesitated to speak his mind before, so if he had feelings for him, surely he would've loudly proclaimed them by now. But things haven't changed a bit for them, even after leaving the monastery - they still sleep side-by-side, like they did during marches, and overfeed any stray cats they pass by in towns. Their relationship is comfortable as is, and Ashe doesn't want to ruin it.
But at the same time, keeping his feelings to himself feels... dishonest. He doesn't know what the future will bring, but if he's learned anything during his 22 years of life, it's that he can't afford to hesitate to tell those he loves that he loves them. Even if Caspar never looks at him the same again, he'd regret not saying anything so much more.
It's taken him a few days to work himself up to the task, but he feels as ready as he'll ever be. Tonight - this ordinary night, where they've decided to set up camp near the edge of a forest, with the stars clear above them - is the night he's going to tell Caspar he loves him.
Though his heart's pounding a mile a minute in his chest, he still manages to smile easily at Caspar as he returns from a trip into the woods to gather firewood for the evening (and to give himself a last-minute pep talk). ] Thanks for setting up the tent, Caspar - once we get the fire started, I can make us some dinner. [ He sets the wood down, then begins fishing through his bag for some flint. ] Do you know if we still have some of that meat we got from the butcher? I could probably make a stew with that, with some of the vegetables that lady gave us.
After the war's end, he and Caspar packed their bags and set off into the world. With no definite goal in mind beyond "punish those who preyed upon the helpless" (shared by both of them) and "stay out of trouble as much as possible" (seemingly only upheld by ashe), they spend most of their days wandering with only the company of each other.
Ashe has read many books with this premise - an unlikely duo joins forces to save the world, and end up falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. It's practically the story of his life now, except for one tiny, tiny detail.
Ashe is in love with Caspar - but, as far as he knows, Caspar doesn't feel the same.
Not that he's ever tried to clue him in on his feelings (he's been harboring this crush for a while now), but, well... unlike him, Caspar is bold and brave. He's never hesitated to speak his mind before, so if he had feelings for him, surely he would've loudly proclaimed them by now. But things haven't changed a bit for them, even after leaving the monastery - they still sleep side-by-side, like they did during marches, and overfeed any stray cats they pass by in towns. Their relationship is comfortable as is, and Ashe doesn't want to ruin it.
But at the same time, keeping his feelings to himself feels... dishonest. He doesn't know what the future will bring, but if he's learned anything during his 22 years of life, it's that he can't afford to hesitate to tell those he loves that he loves them. Even if Caspar never looks at him the same again, he'd regret not saying anything so much more.
It's taken him a few days to work himself up to the task, but he feels as ready as he'll ever be. Tonight - this ordinary night, where they've decided to set up camp near the edge of a forest, with the stars clear above them - is the night he's going to tell Caspar he loves him.
Though his heart's pounding a mile a minute in his chest, he still manages to smile easily at Caspar as he returns from a trip into the woods to gather firewood for the evening (and to give himself a last-minute pep talk). ] Thanks for setting up the tent, Caspar - once we get the fire started, I can make us some dinner. [ He sets the wood down, then begins fishing through his bag for some flint. ] Do you know if we still have some of that meat we got from the butcher? I could probably make a stew with that, with some of the vegetables that lady gave us.
Edited 2019-10-21 20:44 (UTC)
[Before Ferdinand speaks, Linhardt only stirs. The touch, the warmth of Ferdinand's hand on his cheek, makes the corners of his lips quirk and he turn into Ferdinand's shoulder. Ferdinand speaks and Linhardt nuzzles into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around Ferdinand's own arm.] And I, you.[His voice is still heavy with sleep. He may not even be totally awake yet.] You've always made for a wonderful pillow. [Even with his armor.]
Though, it is incredibly unlike you to fall asleep... in a place like this. You're lucky it's me that came across you in this state [If it sounds like he's scolding, he's not actually. Linhardt yawns, still hiding in Ferdinand's shoulder.] Duchess... is not a very good guard dog....
Though, it is incredibly unlike you to fall asleep... in a place like this. You're lucky it's me that came across you in this state [If it sounds like he's scolding, he's not actually. Linhardt yawns, still hiding in Ferdinand's shoulder.] Duchess... is not a very good guard dog....
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