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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:29 pm
Malik blinked, this guy... was starting to irritate him, "You're scaring the kitten." He frowned, eyes narrowing into a glare, "FINE. Then don't forgive me, whatever.", and begin to march away, kitten curled up against his stomach.
((Ahh! Yoshi ish the best though! But I suppose he'd be annoying to play as. XD; ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:34 pm
"Pft, fine!" Jounouchi repeated, turning to walk over to his other friends in a huff.
((I... don't really like Yoshi... XD;; In Yoshi's Story, all the little Yoshis are adorable, but otherwise... I just feel like he steals too much spotlight from other characters, just because he's cute. XD;; The person I'm RPing with feels the same way, so I think that's why we never really considered much putting Yoshi in...))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:43 pm
Malik sighed and shook his head bitterly. Jounouchi was really... annoying. Oh well. The Egyptian walked haughtily to the counter, "I'd like to get this kitten." He said stoutly, putting it on the counter.
The red headed guy put down his magazine, spun his chair around and stood up to help Malik. "You and your man fighting?"
Malik blinked... what the hell was with this guy? He sure didn't seem gay, but then.. maybe he was. Or maybe he had good 'gay-dar'? Nonetheless...
"What? I don't have a man." The next part he made sure to say really loud, "And if I did, it wouldn't be that JERK." He shifted his dark glare across the pet store towards Jounouchi.
((Ooo... anti-Yoshi I see? T__T
XD; I don't really care much, I just liked him the best since I was little.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:52 pm
Jounouchi twitched, turning his head to glare at Malik, "What did you-" he was about to yell but was cut off by Honda pulling him away.
"You done looking at the cat Jounouchi? Good, let's go." he said, beginning to drag Jounouchi towards the exit without waiting for a response from anyone.
((Ha, Yoshi actually used to be my favorite character, but then as I got more and more into the franchise, he started to annoy me more and more. XD;; Now my favorite is... well, Boos in general, but if I have to pick a specific character, than it's Luigi. XD;; Anyway, I'm feeling quite tired, so I think I'm gonna get off soon. Good night! <3))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:58 pm
"Bye Jounouchi-chan!" Malik called (wearing that corny smile), waving good bye to Jounouchi. "Bye everyone else, nice seeing most of you!"
The man at the counter laughed. "You know... you're very funny." He leaned onto the counter, closer to Malik, " Can I get your number...?"
The Egyptian frowned - deciding to ignore that. "The cat, if you please."
((G'night then! ^^
Oh and um... time skip here? Or.. soon-ish? Unless you have something else planned?))
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 6:03 pm
((Nope, time skip is perfectly fine with me. ^^ Guess I'll just... start off at another time then... wait a minute, where should we skip to? o.o))
"Why youuuu...!!!" Jounouchi called at Malik, trying to pull away from Honda as he was dragged off.
Bakura followed behind the two happily, "Bye Malik!" he called as he left.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:40 pm
((Umm... nighttime? When Malik get's home... and then whatever Jounouchi is doing? With his friends maybe? It's up to you.))
Malik opened the door to his apartment, to a dark unsettling emptiness that filled his apartment once night had fallen. He quickly flickered on the lights, and that darkness was shattered, his tidy kitchen and the small hallway that opened into it now in view. The Egyptian put down the white cardboard box that his new pet was now nestled in, and opened it up to introduce her to her new home. The kitten quickly trotted out of the box, relieved to be free and ran down his hallway and into his small living room.
Malik just sighed, still irked by his meeting with Jounouchi. He didn't understand that guy at all... images of the day replayed in his mind, as he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt and settled into his ebony leather couch with a can of beer in hand. Maybe Jounouchi was upset about the kiss... even now, the feeling of the other's lips still lingered on his own.
That stupid guy. He took a sip from the cool can, and it stung his throat with it's intensity. A ball of fur had jumped onto the couch and curled up in the corner of it... the day seemed like a blur now...
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 11:16 pm
((Okay then. ^^ Guess I'll just have Jounouchi go home as well then. Hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna play a bit with the whole stereotypical "Jounouchi's dad being a useless drunk thing." It really is canon afterall. ^^;; I know it's used a lot in fanfiction, but it seems to be something that really lends to defining Jounouchi's character, and I'm not gonna get too much into it.))
After splitting up from his friends for the night, Jounouchi quietly entered his apartment complex, glad that no gangs seemed to be out tonight. He quickly headed up the stairs to his room's floor, quietly opening the door, ready to immediatly close it if he had to. No beer bottle being thrown at the door though showed that the coast was clear, so Jounouchi opened the door the rest of the way, walking in. Thankfully, his father was fast asleep in an old arm chair, snoring loudly as an indication. Jounouchi gave a light sigh of relief, walking over to his dad and seeing a half-empty beer bottle being held in his right hand, hanging off the side of the chair. The blond shook his head, gently taking the bottle out of his father's hand and heading over to the dingy refridgerator to put it away. "Good night Oyaji..." he whispered, a tinge of affection mixed with cotempt in his voice as he headed towards his room.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 9:17 am
((I was hoping you'd do that actually! I use it in most of my Irateshipping stories anyway... and I would like you to use it a little, I think it'll work out well - I was kinda thinking of ideas in my head, and that came up too.
Okay... sorry that we're all in night time, but you'll see why shortly. ^^;; - And Malik isn't an alcoholic... he just likes a drink now and then. In case you were wondering.))
There was a crimson throw folded on the arm of his couch. Malik pulled it over himself, and snuggled his way into it. The kitten, startled by all the rustling jumped onto the sea of blanket and sniffed her way around till she found a nice spot to curl up in.
Everything still looked blurry in the lavender eyes... The blur spun into darkness... that uncontrollable world of sleep. The tan hand went a bit limp and the metallic can fell onto the wooden coffee table..
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 9:44 am
((Ah, well that's good then. XD;; I think with us two, we can avoid the stereotypical-ness of Jounouchi's drunken father while still using the plot and making it interesting. <3
And don't worry about it. XD;; And I had assumed he wasn't an alcoholic, since he only grabbed a can of beer. He's still not legal drinking age though. o.o Unless Japan's are different than America's...))
Walking into his room, Jounouchi quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, a ritual he had gotten into the habit of doing every time he entered his small section of the apartment. He scurried on over to his futon, flopping down on it greatfully. It had really been a long day and he suddenly realized how tired he was. Turning to his side towards a small lamp, he turned it on, then picked up a Duel Monsters magazine that happened to be sitting next to said lamp. Flipping through the pages, he gave off a small sigh. As much as he wanted to right now, he just couldn't stop thinking about Malik... damn b*****d being so annoying earlier... and yet Jounouchi found that he was not regarding the other boy with so much annoyance at the moment, but more with... curiosity. Okay, annoyance mixed with curiosity. Soon giving up on reading his little magazine, he tossed it off to the side; it landing on top of the lamp. With a buffer between the small light and the rest of the room, everything got a bit darker. But even with the stupid magazine covering the lamp, it shouldn't have been this dark... giving off a frustrated sigh, Jounouchi leaned over to pull the magazine off, blinking in surprise when no light emitted afterwards. The lamp had turned off. "Ugh, of course... stupid thing..." Jounouchi mumbled in annoyance, not having a spare lightbulb at the moment. Shrugging it off, he decided the best course of action to take under these new circumstances was to just attempt to get some sleep. He rolled over onto his back, then closed his eyes, trying to get the image of a certain blond (or should I say sandy-creme-haired) foreigner out of his mind.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 5:46 pm
((Hmm... since when does Malik care about the law? I'm not sure of the drinking age - but since when does that stop most people? I do know, a lot of countries have it at 16, and then some at 18 also. So I'm not sure about Japan.))
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Deep into his sleep, Malik was awoken by a small whisper that called his name softly, "Malik-sama, Malik-sama." He blinked and lifted heavy eyelids to see the dark shadow of a person coming his way. The voice hadn't sounded threatening, so he just looked at the figure a bit puzzled.
"Malik-sama..." It called again. The figured stepped closer towards him, until his physical features became visible and without a doubt he recognized the figure as none other than the blond who had gotten so offended by his teasing earlier this evening.
Jounouchi? But why would he come back? Malik was sure he had been very pissed off and yet, the insulting nickname spilled innocently from the Egyptian's mouth, "Jounouchi-chan.." Malik called back. "Why are you back here... I thought you were mad at me...?"
When the other teen opened his mouth, the words were soft and reassuring, quite unlike their tempo earlier, "I was mad... but I realized how wrong I was. I really.. only want to be close to you..." He then pulled Malik into his arms, and their bodies meshed together in a tight, warm hug.
The lavender eyes widened, surprised by the touch, "Then... then you can be close to me." His eyes closed shut in the other's warm embrace.
They stayed that way for a few moments. Suddenly... it didn't seem so dark anymore. "I was wrong to call you such names, Jounouchi.. I'm sorry. Now you can stay with me, and everything will be okay."
"No. I have to go now." Jounouchi, began to drift away, (Seriously, he was floating) and only Malik's cling on his hand kept them connected.
"Go...? But why!? You just got here?"
"He's going to take me away. I came to warn you. I'll always protect you, my lord."
The loud sound of rattling chains filled the air. The chains spun out of the dark, and wrapped themselves around Jounouchi's arms and legs and neck... he didn't cry or struggle, he just said sadly, "I have to go..." as the chains engulfed him into the darkness and out the apartment.
Malik screamed in terror, and jumped from his couch. He sprinted to the door, and when he opened it the floor disappeared from under him. He tried to stop himself from falling, but it seemed inevitable at this point, and he fell deep into the dark abyss beneath him.
He stopped when his body fell hard against a rocky gravel floor, he shook his bangs from his eyes, looking around the new scenery that reminding him somewhat of a graveyard, and then... somewhat like the Shadow Realm too. Skulls were perched around him that glowed eerily from the few torches that aligned the dark place, scarlet and amber flames flickered and crackled even in the heavy black and crimson fog. It smelled damp, and musty... like death... the way a rotting carcass smells. Malik, unfortunately recognized this smell all too well, the same way he recognized that stinging pain that went down his spine, the same way it felt when he had first entered the Shadow Realm. That dreaded place... was just... too similar to this place.
Jounouchi was a limp body covered in chains feet away from him. Malik reached out to him, but he couldn't seem to move his body. The chains began to unweave themselves, as another presence appeared. There he was... his darker half... standing amidst the darkness, eye of Horus glowing on his forehead, wicked smile plastered across his face, whip in one hand, Sennen Rod in the other he approached Malik with an eerie grin.
"Miss me? I sure have missed you, dear."
Malik grunted, "Some introduction." His eyes shifted towards Jounouchi's now floating body, and his voice strengthened, "Let him go. He has no business with me and you."
"Oh, but he does. So much more than you'd know, my innocent light." The more wicked version of Malik kneeled beside his hikari and stroked his cheek gently.
"LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" He screamed, and now able to move again, he flung his arms up to defend himself from the other's grotesque touch.
"You know... you made a much better antagonist. Trying to play hero... when they don't even accept you." He stood up, towering above Malik.
"...what do you mean, 'them?'"
"Yuugi and his friends. You think they'll open their arms to you and make you belong? That could never happen. You are a different breed of human, you've got my dark presence lingering in your blood and you'll never belong amongst them. Why should you? One fit to be king shouldn't linger with... commoners."
Malik frowned. "If you're trying to get me to donate my body back to you, then your efforts are in vain. I'd never be tricked into that."
"Hikari - I for one am deeply wounded by that thinking of yours. I am not so selfish as to use you for your body. I was just wondering what a noble presence like yours is doing living in that cheap Japan apartment... "
"Avoiding the likes of you. Now get the hell out." Malik managed to find the strength to stand up.
"You can leave anytime you want. I'll just be taking this, first." With that, Jounouchi's body lifted into the air, and was pulled much like a puppet on strings to Yami no Malik. Once Jounouchi was hanging a few feet away from him, he whipped him nice and hard in the back and the boy's tee-shirt tore off and onto the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Malik cried, "Just stop!" once again, his body seemed unable to move and he just stood their weakly as the whipping continued and his Yami's dark laughter filled the air along with the sounds of the whip cracking against Jounouchi's back, and the disturbing yelps of pain he gave in response.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" Malik screamed to deaf ears, he could feel the tears swell in his eyes as he watched the blond suffer before him. "I'll do anything..." he gasped desperately.
"Anything?" The cracking of the whip stopped, Jounouchi fell to the ground, back now worn raw from the hits he had taken, the dark spirit's smile now more satisfied than ever. "Fine." He handed Malik the whip, Malik resisted so he forced it into his hand, then forced the Rod into his other hand. The golden staff of the Rod felt cold and sickening against his palm. "You can punish him."
Lavender eyes widened fearfully, "What... what do you mean...? I'm not punishing anyone... he doesn't deserve it."
"He deserves it for talking to the likes of you!" His Yami laughed violently. "Now teach him! Teach him pain and suffering!"
Malik couldn't help it. His hand began to move against his will. Was this what it was like to be controlled? The hand with the whip in it lifted slowly, he struggled against his own body for control. The whip cracked hard against Jounouchi's back, and the blond let out a terrified scream. "Malik! Malik how could you?!" It cried. Malik cried back. Why was this happening?! His hand threw the whip again, crack! it went, blood sputtering out of Katsuya's back and on his cheeks, crack! again. Malik cried, whincing at the sound of the blond's screams. crack again. The skin was completely raw now, blood soaked the ground, stained Malik cheeks and hands - his own palm grew withered with the tight grip he had on the whip.
Crack! Jounouchi's eyes fell shut, his head fell against the ground.
Malik found the energy to drop the whip, he ran over to the other, pulled his body against his. "Wake up! Wake up! Please... please be okay!" He cried to the bloody body in his arms.
Jounouchi muttered weakly, "You betrayed me... again..."
"I didn't mean to.... please..."
There was his Yami's calm voice again, "Kill him."
Malik hand rose again... the one with the Rod in it, it was already uncapped and the dagger glistened with gold and red with the reflection of the scarlet flames.
"Forget it..." Jounouchi mumbled, "Some people don't change... "
The dagger pierced Jounouchi in the heart, the blood splattered all over Malik and the world went dark.
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Malik woke up with a gasp and a loud cry of terror. Panting and crying, he gripped his blanket tightly, and quickly looked around his apartment in a panic. The kitten was purring gently in his lap, and the lights were still on dimly... everything seemed calm... but... Malik lifted his hands to find they were empty of any objects of torture... except... except his hand... his right hand it was bleeding. Why? Why was it bleeding?! He had huge bloody gash in his hand. But... he didn't have that before. What was this? He felt an unsettling throbbing in his heart.
Jounouchi....!
Malik sprung from his couch to the refrigerator... that's where his number was right? He ran to the kitchen, falling desperately against the fridge to find that the piece of paper was no longer there... he couldn't remember where he put it. Didn't he leave it in his pants? But which ones?!
He could feel his heart pounding hard, hard against his chest, sweat dripping down from his forehead. I have to find it! He stumbled to his bedroom -maybe they were there- but he was so disoriented, and the back of his hallway was so dark he forgot about the tall mirror that stood in the hallway. It had been covered by a towel - he'd meant to return Isis' gift, the mirror suited his narcism, but not his fears - but now he had forgotten it was there. Into the mirror his body slammed, shattering the glass, causing him to tumble into the ground, glass engulfing his body, cutting a slice in his cheek, and many more slices in his arms , legs, knees and hands. It hurt so much... he couldn't move... not yet... so he just lay there in the dark, in the pile of glass crying to deaf ears for help...
((Umm... sorry... I think that was too dramatic... *sweat drop* ... and erm... I hope I stuck to the plot okay... and yea... I can never write it the way I imagine it.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 2:52 pm
((Looked it up because I'm lame like that; drinking age in Japan is 20. No exceptions with soft liquor. But anyway, don't worry about the drama. I like nice, long, dramatic posts once in a while. ^^ It was really interesting, and worked with the plot also. <3 I think I'm gonna try to do a post that's a bit in sync with your's...))
Jounouchi had since fallen fast asleep. At home he was usually a light sleeper, but he had found himself being engulfed into a world of calming darkness tonight. It invited him, causing him to realize how tired he was. Always so tired... why did it never seem like he could get enough sleep?
He could feel the darkness pulling at him, causing him to get into almost a trance-like-state. The darkness was pulling him around, wherever it wanted to take him, and he was simply letting it. It felt comforting somehow, to just let go of his control and let someone else take it over. Just once in a while, when no one else was around, and he wasn't vulnerable...
The darkness flowed almost like water, easing him into a calming pattern. Jounouchi felt like he could stay like this forever. But then... the soothing flow stopped... he could feel the darkness tighten around him, pulling him back. He saw something, in the distance. But how...? It was impossible to see anything in this darkness... however, he called out to it, or attempted to. The darkness was wrapped around his neck, choking off his words. He sputtered, reaching a desperate hand out to whatever it was that he saw. He did not feel the need for this thing to save him from the darkness, nor the need to save this thing... all he wanted was to find out what, or who, that thing was, and to be near it. The darkness could have him, as long as he was near whatever that was...
But then the object dissappeared, molding into the darkness. It was at that moment that Jounouchi felt an intense pain on his back. It was burning, searing. He looked around, trying to find out where the pain's source was, but could not see anything. The darkness bound him to where he was as the searing pain repeated and repeated. His entire back felt as if it were on fire. And all the while as he attempted to scream, he heard someone calling his name.
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"Malik!" Jounouchi shouted, waking up with a start. He was gasping for air, staring down at his lap with sweat dripping down his face. What... was that about...? Jounouchi rarely remembered his dreams, and when he did they were never that intense... they never felt that real... Jounouchi flinched, suddenly realizing that the pain he had felt in his dream was still there, albeit not as bad. His back did still feel inflamed though. Putting a hand over his mouth, he quickly ran out of his room and into the restroom of his apartment. He closed the door, barely keeping from slamming it, turned on the light, and stripped his shirt off. He turned around so his back was to the mirror and turned his head to look.
Jounouchi nearly fell over in shock; he saw a flash of tan hands coming from no where, using long nails to put scratches all over his back. In that small glimpse, he heard a loud, inhuman shriek, and saw darkness approaching to engulf everything. But as soon as he blinked in shock, it was all gone. Now all Jounouchi saw on his back were some small, red lines all over it. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but they were still there... but how? Biting his lip, the blond slowly reached a hand up, touching one of the red lines. He immediatly felt a shock from the touch, and a vision of Malik, laying on the floor, covered in blood flashed before his eyes.
"Malik!" Jounouchi shouted, opening the restroom door and dashing out it without turning off the light, quickly dashing out the apartment door as well, leaving it open. He ran his fastest down the stairs, to the exit of his apartment complex. He didn't stop running though, taking off down the street in the direction of Malik's apartment, shirtless. He ran and ran, fast as he could, knowing all that mattered right now was getting to Malik. He had to help him... he was in danger... Jounouchi was certain.
Strangly enough, he didn't even have to recall where the apartment was; he just kept running for about twenty minutes, and eventually he arrived in front of the building. His feet led him in the right direction, so he quickly ran inside the building, dodging the elevator and running up the stairs. Once he had made it to the room his instincts had lead him to, he began pounding on the door frantically, "Malik! Open up! Malik...!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:30 pm
((^^ ;Anyway, Rishid could've bought it for him before or something... Egyptians like to drink a lot... so whatever to that...
Oo, I love it! ^_^ I like the connections between the dreams. Lovely dear! *applaud* =D ))
.... the floor seemed to spin from around him... maybe it was the blood loss... or maybe it was just the fact that this all felt so unreal... the glass was still shattered in pieces around him, his reflection in each mirror. He closed his eyes, frightened to look at his own face, scared that he couldn't move now... just like in his dream.
He heard a banging on his door. A voice. This voice yelled at him, called for him... just like in his dream. Was it the same voice? Why would Jounouchi come back?
"Jounouchi..." Malik said weakly... he lifted his head up with all the strength he could find, then he tried to find a clear spot on the floor to put his hands on... but the floor still spun, and his eyesight had been blurred from the steam of tears, so when he put his hands down to pull himself up more shards of glass grinded into the palm of his hands and he let out a small cry in response. But he had to get up... somebody needed him... or maybe he needed them... he couldn't be very sure... but he had to get to the door.
Malik stumbled out of the hallway, and pulled the huge piece of mirror from his cheek, throwing it onto the ground as he held onto the wall guiding himself to the door. Fresh crimson blood dripped down from his cheek, his face wet with sweat, blond hairs stuck to his forehead, he hardly looked like the confident villain he had once been. No, he looked more like the pitiful child he used to be... but still... for once he didn't care about his appearance. No, even scarred and scraped up like this... he needed, he needed to get to the door...
Malik pulled the door open with the last of his remaining strength, before he could even see who was there he just... fell at them, his strength now vanished entirely...
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 6:19 pm
((That works. XD Jounouchi refuses to drink right now in this RP though, because he hates how it affected his father.
Ah, and I'm glad I didn't completely screw up. XD;;; ))
Jounouchi, somehow, had been expecting to end up having to catch Malik, so he had already had his hands held out when he saw the door knob turn. He let Malik fall into his arms, quickly wrapping them around the boy's waist.
He then blinked, seeming to come out of his trance-like state finally. He looked down at the Egyption, "Ma-Malik...!" there was so much blood. Jounouchi's first instinct was to go lay him down on the sofa and clean his wounds, but he then decided that his small amount of medical knowledge from all the scraps he had gotten into was total crap compared to what a doctor could do, so he quickly propped Malik up, holding him bridal-style (( razz )) and quickly closing the door to the apartment. He then dashed off towards the elevator, hoping he could get Malik to a hospital before he lost too much blood or got infections.
Once the elevator was heading down, Jounouchi looked at the person in his arms, "Malik... are you awake...?" he asked worriedly, "I'm taking you to the hospital." he said, trying not to think that he was holding a gay guy bridal-style when he didn't have a shirt on. Awkward, but not important at the moment...
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:31 pm
"Jounouchi..." Malik sputtered, at the blurry image of the blond carrying him... "... I'm sorry I called you Jonouchi-chan...." He cried weakly, leaning into the other's broad shoulders, blood smearing onto his moist skin - that felt sticky with sweat. "I'm really sorry..." He closed his eyes, and tightly hung on.... the world was still spinning around him, and he was unsure if this was a dream... or the harsh reality of things...
((Ew... lame, sorry I couldn't think of much for him too say right now.. O__o;; ))
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