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Shinji blinked. It had just been a normal day in Misato’s apartment, about to listen to music when everything froze. He had panicked, even more so when everything went dark, but then just as soon as it started, it stopped, and he found himself somewhere else entirely. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve stayed panicked. He had so many questions running in his head, the most prominent ones being on how he got here and where was he, but then he looked around.
There was snow.
It wasn’t everywhere, but he saw it, genuine snow falling around some of the buildings. He had heard of it, but with Second Impact affecting the world’s climate, Japan hadn’t had any snowfall since the 90’s. So he started to think he was dreaming, especially since it looked so…pristine, serene even. But…it couldn’t have been real, could it?
Without much thought, he went straight for the never before seen weather phenomenon, not even the fact that it seemed to be over only some places distracted him. As soon as he was close, he kneeled down close enough so he could feel it in his hands, to confirm this was indeed real…
That was when he noticed his hand was covered…and looked like a sloppy excuse for a clawed hand. Shinji blinked and did a double take, examining himself. He was inside a costume, from what he can tell seeing as he was covered in brown fur and had a wolf tail hanging from his behindnote in other words, a werewolf costume, except without a head because….
Not only that, but he was wearing a mask that fit him fine, which explained why he didn’t notice until now. When he took it off to see what kind, he scared himself. It looked like a wolf’s face, also covered in fur, wolf ears sticking up from the top and its mouth set in a snarl.
Now he was more confused than ever. How in the world did he get into this costume? He was thinking of taking it off the rest and started to do just that, seeing as he felt his regular clothes underneath it. But as he tried to, he realized it was a one piece and was likely keeping him from getting cold.
He decided to not mind it and put the mask back on since he didn’t want to carry it. He still wanted to know if the snow was real. He once again reached down and this time grabbed a bundle of it into his hand. Rubbing it between his fingers, it certainly felt real. Even with his hand covered, he could still feel its coldness in his hand. He let the snow fall back to the ground before looking back at the other buildings.
Some of them were strange, looking as if they were made of pastries. There were some that looked as if it was spring for them, with some large eggs that were colored in different patterns and, well, colors. Then there were more of the snow surrounded ones that had giant…candy canes? He wasn’t too sure. He was even less sure of the rest, which were so strange he couldn’t tell what they were supposed to be. It had to be a dream.
He didn’t realize it, but he had started to wander around as he observed these buildings. It was only when he bumped into someone was he aware of it, and his mistake.
“O-Oh, sorry!” he said, his worry returning and skyrocketing. “I-I-I…I was just…” He glanced at his surroundings, frowning behind his mask. “…looking around…”
One thing was for sure now, even if this was a dream, he wasn’t in it. Now he just had to decide whether he wanted to find out about this place or find a secluded spot where he could listen to his SDAT in hopes that this would end soon.
edited 18th Mar '17 3:58:14 PM by ShoutmonZ
Streets, simple answers
Silanea glanced down and seemed pensive, and also a bit mournful as she thought back. "... There was this dish we made in our village. We didn't really have a name for it; it was a sort of meat kibble made from deer livers with some spices added in" Silanea answered quietly, keeping her gaze down as she followed Curly.
"Simply telling me how you knew him would suffice, but regardless, that is enough information for me to find him now" Miss Tairee 4 said to Rick. It took about half a minute of typing, but then another one of the message tablets appeared with a blur in front of Rick. "Simply press the button when you want to start the call; it'll only work when you press it, and only when you press it on purpose. You can press it again to end the call; once you or him end the call or once the day ends, this tablet will cease to exist" the librarian informed him.
Meanwhile, Louie cast a glare at Lewis and was about to speak up, only to look shocked when Ben spoke about talking in private. The pokemon trainer then took a few steps back, shaking his head. "What the heck..." Louie muttered to himself, then turned around and headed to one of the doors, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Elsewhere in the lobby, Miss Tairee 2 tried to calm down Seirwuosuhr's mom. "Miss, please, I think you're misunderstanding the situation" Miss Tairee 2 said gently.
"YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER! What else is there to understand!?" Seirwuosuhr's mom shouted through the magic mirror.
"She will be returned-" Miss Tairee 2 tried to respond, but got cut off.
"Over your dead body if you don't send her back immediately!" Seirwuosuhr's mom continued to rant. Seirwuosuhr herself looked a little worried, though surprisingly not embarrassed at all.
edited 17th Mar '17 10:39:27 PM by FirockFinion
She supposed Arf was only too right. How had she even gotten in a situation where was potentially becoming a bad influence, at the least when it came to this, to the past self of the person who had been such a good one in all aspects to her ... Maybe she should reign herself a little ...
Flashing the familiar a sheepish and apologetic smile, she said, "Sorry ... I wouldn't want to cause anything that could between you two in any way. I didn't mean to romp her into it ... I was mostly just trying to cheer her up a little more ... "
Thankfully Papyrus did not seem that affected by it and maybe just have been overreacting. In anycase, it seemed that it was time for this rather pleasant to come to an end ...
After the farewells were said, Caro smiled warmly and said, "Well said, Papyrus. And don't worry. We have been taking care of each other ever since we both get here and I have doubt that it will continue to be. Knowing him and now you has just been wonderful. I'm really glad we finally got to talk and I hope we get to do so again soon," she then waved back as he did. After Sans finally ended the call, the tablet just simply vanished.
As the skeleton briefly hugged her and thanked her for helping it possible,
she said, " I'm so happy for you that somehow we did all manage it."
Afterwards, the matter naturally returned to Fate. There was no doubt that this had helped her at least a little, but they still had their work cut out for them. Now they would need to build up from here and keep gently trying as much as they could. Sans had already inquired on the matter and it was probably best to not overwhelm the poor girl, so for now, she just stayed ready to listen, flashing her an encouraging and sweet smile while at it.
Eve|Library|EV Call Home
Eve took the tablet, shaking her head at Miss Tairee's offer of instructions. She remembered how to do it. Nodding and thanks, she moved to a couch away from the breadth of the crowd, a million thoughts going around her head. What was she going to say? What was she going to tell them?
She decided to start from the basics and go from there. Pressing the button on the tablet, Eve started the call.
"Perhaps if we asked Kevin and River to keep an eye out, and I went to some of my old friends in the IBI." Sven spoke, sitting on a couch, across from Train, both pouring over some documents. "Meanwhile, Rinslet should be back soon from-Eve?"
"Hime-chi!" Sven and Train shared a look which Eve easily interpreted as 'please let this not be a ransom call'. "Little princess, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I've just been kidnapped" (her partners tensed at the word in unison) "by an all-powerful entity who think inter-dimensional kidnapping is the way to solve writer's block. "
The two relaxed. Eve then shared with them the important details, like the respawn system and the day changes."I'm glad to know you’re okay, Princess." Was Train's opinion on the subject. "A month. And call us every five days, otherwise we are finding you. I don't care how. Be safe, Eve." was Sven's.
"There's something else."
"What's up, Princess? "
"There's a boy here who I've only known five days andheconfessedtohavongacrushonmeandimsomconfused."
"Is he nearby?"
She was suddenly filled with dread.
"I want to talk to him."
"Sven..." Train clearly felt it too, if the tone he was using was any indication. Eve got off the couch and went over to where Ben was.
"Ben? Sven wants to talk to you."
Fortunately, the kid was just talkin' to the family, along with the others. So I noticed this suggestion box thing somewhere in the library. I took a pencil and wrote down my idea. I hoped whoever was receivin' this ideas was okay with them. note Dear, Whoever's Reading This Hello. Are you the one behind this? I like the change in clothes everyone had. Will this be a common thing on some days? On that note, I have an idea. Why don't we have a day just for sweets or a day about school? Sincerely, Forrest Gump.
edited 18th Mar '17 10:20:49 AM by josh6243
"Soldier! Never anger a wizard!" Shouted Merasmus the magician, as he walked in through the door without being invited. He noticably had a rabid raccoon hanging from his dress robe.
"Oh, hey, Merasmus! Come in, we were just talking about killing you!"
"So what did Soldier do zis time, magician?" Sighed the Spy, reading his favorite publication, The Dapper Cadaver
"He has defiled my castle of eldritch horror! Again!"
"All I did was..."
"Painis bos barrasbos, abadodabbado!"
The Soldier reached for his weapons and fired a rocket at the cloaked wizard. But strangely, instead of the expected explosion, time itself seemed to slow down and stop. The rocket remained in midair, and The Soldier couldn't move. His vision flickered to darkness. A small tunnel of light in his (lack of) vision suddenly appeared and rapidly expanded, and when his vision completely returned, he found himself somewhere...different.
"Damn you, Merasmus! You are the worst former roommaaaaate!"
edited 17th Mar '17 11:40:50 PM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight
Lewis - Library - Someone's a bit homesick
So was that the matter...
I put a hand on Ben's shoulder. "It's okay. A lot of people here miss their families too, and have for a while. I know I do. Just know that you're not alone, and if you need anything you can just ask. Besides, you'll see them again in no time, I'm sure of it!"
He pulled himself together and asked I wanted to finally get around to talking to him on that matter I'd wanted to address, now that the call was over and things had finally cleared up with that whole Ghostfuck crisis. "Sure, if you think you're up for it," I answered, noting Louie had apparently decided to go "fuck it" and walk off (dick). "Though I think that thing might be upstairs still, so maybe outs—"
"—side in a bit is better. Apparently we're saying hi to Eve's friends first."
I gestured between Ben and the tablet Eve brought over. "Well, go on. Say hi."
Ben nodded at Lewis. He was right, Ghostfreak was probably still up there. He was about to get up, but blinked as Eve brought over the communicator. Sven wanted to talk to him. He was intrigued, but anxious. Her tone of voice didn't seem all that excited about it. Ben looked over at her, nodded, then gently took the communicator and looked into it. He examined the person on the other end. He didn't look happy.
Well. Here goes.
"Uh, hi," Ben greeted the other person. "I'm Ben. Ben Tennyson... You're Sven? Eve told me about you. And Train, and Rinslet," he continued. "Nice to meet you guys...." He didn't like how Sven was looking at him.
Library ~ An Acceptable Start
Fate frowned and looked away a little bit as Papyrus went on about how much everyone back in Sans's world missed him. Arf noticed this, and gave her master what was hopefully a comforting smile. Fate just sighed, before it became time for them to say their farewells.
"Well, that was something," Arf said, before realizing she was probably out of frame again and leaning in to make sure Papyrus could see her, "But it seemed to help Fate, so I'm grateful for that. Farewell for now; perhaps we'll speak again before all this is over?"
"Farewell, Papyrus," said Fate, with a small smile, "...And thank you."
Once the call was over and the tablet had vanished, Fate just looked down at her lap again. She remained quiet for a little while, up until Sans asked her if she was feeling better. She looked up at him.
"...I still don't feel very real, and I still don't know about Mother...." Then she managed another small smile. "...But it's a start."
Arf let out a sigh that was somewhere between relieved and frustrated, before turning to Sans and Caro. "...So, does this make us a part of your weird little 'family' now?"
Although still bewildered at suddenly being transported into some giant interdimensional hippie holiday theme park, Soldier was coherent enough to notice a very large circular building in the center of the city. Back home, he was conditioned to move towards circular objects in the center of the map as fast as he could, and this didn't change here. He pointed his rocket launcher at the ground, braced himself, and...instead of the expected explosion and blast of pain, the rockets made a sound akin to compressed air, and he felt...nothing. He still went flying through the air, but evidently, that wizard replaced his rockets with Rocket Jumper ammunition. Oh well, all the more reason to rip his off his head and crap in his stupid hat! Careening of buildings, concession stands, and the heads of passerby, Soldier rocket jumped his way to the library.
A loud sound can be heard from a distance outside. Any listener would be unable to tell if it's some sort of battle cry or just screaming. That didn't exactly matter now though, because Soldier just screwed up his final jump and hit one of the library windows with a thud.
edited 18th Mar '17 12:46:13 AM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight
City Streets - Where's Wal- I mean, Eric
Jack noticed a touch of uncertainty in Ara before she replied. Only a brief hesitation that he might not even be right about, but regardless some assurance wouldn't hurt. His smiled turned comforting. "Hey, don't worry too much. I doubt I'll ever have to go out of sight, it'll just be easier to have someone down here keep an eye on them as well."
With one last assuring look, the winter spirit bent his legs and shot straight up into the air. With a final wave to the group, he took off over the fairground at a gentle pace.
Instantly, the harpy hopped closer to Ara, looking up at her and still smiling. Sarah's sister finally removed her hand, wiping it on her red dressed in disgust while the young girl herself stuck her tongue out at her. Then, the young Andalite boy stepped forward, back rigged and chest puffed out. "If we are searching for Eric, then we need to be organized. Everyone keep close and alert." He turned in place and pointed in a direction. "I believe I last saw him in this direction. Follow me." And then he strode off dramatically, making the two sisters giggle.
Once in the air, Jack began his search. Mindful of the position of the group below, he began to spiral outwards while keeping a keen eye for the familiar boy. The occasional time he would have to swoop down to check under a stall or ride close up, but otherwise it was just a matter of keeping an eye out. Luckily, the spirit had a lot of experience with that.
He was surprised to actually spot a number of familiar faces in the crowd, though not the one he was looking for. He frowned lightly when he spotted who he was sure was that snake woman in charge of the anti-human group, strangely patterned and coloured thanks to the day, walking alongside Curly of all people. The spirit wasn't sure how to feel about that, and remembered that the girl was actually a robot regardless of how she looked. He hadn't seen her for some time, so he had no clue what had happened, but it was probably best not to make any assumptions. She had seemed nice enough.
Another surprising spot was the young boy, Lucas, and the girl, Yoshika. That brought up bad thoughts, making him frown even harder. But, after a quick look in the surrounding area, there was no sign of the evil woman. Something was up for sure. Jack couldn't stop to talk just yet, but he had another idea. Dropping low, the spirit coasted past in front of the two, sending a small wave, before drifting back off to continue his search.
edited 18th Mar '17 3:36:23 AM by Alleydodger
Eve|Library | FEAR HIM.
Eve held out the tablet to Ben, while Sven merely raised an eyebrow at him. Eve felt worried. In the background, Train sat almost unaturally still. Eve felt even more worried.
"Would you mind leaving Ben and I alone for a bit? Train, you can stay."
Nodding slightly, Eve waited for Ben to take the tablet before moving away, thoughts swirling. She hoped that Train would reign him in a bit. She prayed, for Ben's sake, that she was right.
Meanwhile, back on the other side of the screen, Sven kept his face impassive."Ben is your name?" Pausing for a moment to hear the answer (which he knew was an affirmative), Sven continued. "What do you like about Eve?" Behind him, Train leaned in almost imperceptably, indicating he was quite interested in the answer.
She grinned slightly. "Of course, when I return to my world, being in contact with someone who can create gold from thin air may prove to be quite valuable."
Taking the mirror from Miss Tairee's hand, Garrett walked away, heading upstairs to find a quieter, more private spot. There, he tapped his finger against the mirror, then held it out at arm's length.
A swirling mist appeared in the mirror for a moment, quickly replaced with the familiar image of a prayer room in St. Edgar's Church. Inspector Drept was visible in the mirror, hunched over a tattered book. Noticing some gleam at the edge of his vision, the inspector looked up and his eyes went wide with surprise.
"What... Who... Garrett!" Drept exclaimed. "But... how? What magic this be?"
Garret shook his head. "There's no time to explain, and you wouldn't believe half of what I'd tell you anyway... suffice to say I've been waiting for a chance to talk to you for the past two weeks. I have important information on how to bring down the Hag, and your order is the only one who can pull it off easily."
"Aye, the hag..." Drept's mouth became a thin line. "Used to be that my fellow brethren mocked me for mine tireless investigations... Now that the monster hath shown herself and sicced her stone statues, animated with foul magics, onto the common people, nobody dareth laugh. The hag is gone now, into hiding perhaps, but we know not where she dwells. Thou sayest thou knowest how to defeat the monster? If this be true, thou shalt have eternal gratitude of the Order of the Hammer... and mine."
Garrett relayed everything he had gleamed from the Keeper writings, and from the notes he had found in the Hag's lair. Drept bit his lip.
"The Builder's Chalice, to be used in a ritual alongside a Pagan idol? The High Priest wilt not want even to hear of that."
Garrett sighed. "We have no choice. Your Order is the only organization with enough clout to gather all the artifacts necessary for the ritual; I'm stuck here and probably won't be able to return to the City for two more weeks. You need to convince your higher-ups somehow. And be careful who you trust: she can shapeshift."
Drept cast down his eyes. "I fear, even with my newly found respect, I may be unable to sway my brethren... Especially when the information cometh from a thief who does not even come in his own self." He looked at Garrett with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "And... I trust thou are not surprised, my dear thief, if even I am not sure whether to trust thy words. Thou hast said she can change her shape and imitate others, hast thou not?"
Garrett shrugged. "I guess I can't provide any proof myself right now. However, I suggest you check out her lair. It's no wonder you haven't found it; it's well hidden in the Auldale canals. Drain the water to access the hatch. With luck... she hasn't removed the traces of her presence, and hasn't cleaned up the damning notes. They should confirm my words. Whatever you do, do not consult the Keepers. She's infiltrated them already; and she shouldn't learn of these plans until as late as possible."
Drept sighed, and put a hand to his forehead. "I know not what to think about this myself, but... If this all be true, thief, thy wilt be always welcome by the Order."
Garrett smiled wryly. "Yeah, right. No offense, but your 'brethren' make rather fickle friends. I'm not doing it for them... I'm doing it for the City and myself. I need to live somewhere, don't I?"
With the conversation finished, Garrett ended the communication and the mirror vanished in his hands.
This whole "I'm not real" thing was giving him flashbacks, but thankfully he has learned to deal with this type of situation better now. At least she was smiling now.
"if you want. nobody is making you." Sans shrugged. "after we're done here, we're gonna go enjoy what this day has to offer. you can come with us, this type of thing is better in bigger groups."
Sans then stood up and looked over to Arcade, who seemed kinda out of it.
"just wait a bit," he told the girls.
He then walked over to Arcade, not that he was very far anyway, more like right next to them. On the way he also put the pumpkin mask back on.
"hey, dude, space is up there, not at the ground" he joked, pointing at the ceiling
Sven had asked what exactly it was that Ben liked about Eve. Ben blinked, still not liking his tone of voice, but he winced and started to think about what exactly to say.
"What I like about Eve is... well, of everyone in the City, she's the one who's been... nicest to me," he told Sven. "That, and she's really pretty." A blush crept onto his cheek, Ben looking uneasy about saying that. "Finally... Eve saved my life. There was this day where there was a giant ocean and I nearly drowned and Eve dove in and rescued me..."
"Wha-" Arcade started to snap, letting his frustration at his life boil over. When he remembered the situation he was in he took a breath and looked up at Sans. He wasn't angry at the skeleton; he had to keep his problems to himself, like he had to back home. Then he realized that Sans was wearing some kind of vegetable. "What is that on your head?" He asked, thrown.
"a pumpkin, have you never seen one?" Sans asked, sounding curious rather than condescending. "anyways, i wanted to ask you what happened after you people all ran after that tiger and the girl. i tried to ask my boss but she was... unresponsive."
After the call ended, Papyrus spent a few minutes trying to figure what even was the program that was used for the call, seeing as it was completely different from anything he had in his computer. It was all in vain, however, as he couldn't find out anything about it even on the internet.
"WELL, AT LEAST NOW I KNOW HE'S OK. HE'S SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS, AS USUAL, AND HE'S PROBABLY HAVING A LOT OF FUN IN..."
Papyrus trailed off as he slowly came to realize he forgot a very important thing.
"... SANS! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!"
With this in mind, Papyrus began searching again, more vigorously for whatever Sans used to talk to him. It was going to be a futile effort, but he sure would not be giving up for a while.
Arcade shook his head and hesitantly responded, "I think I've heard of pumpkins, they were vegetables before the war." While an unpleasant topic of conversation, Arcade knew that simply discussing the fate of his world would be preferable to discussing his life.
The bathroom. Arcade closed his eyes and his head leaned back against the wall, groaning in anger at that memory. "Long story short, the doppelgänger pretended to be the tiger but couldn't answer Jack's question," he explained, "then it attacked me. Best I could tell, your boss and I were the only ones who had to fight it. We managed a few good blows, but eventually it killed me. I don't know what happened to Silanea after that, sorry."
edited 18th Mar '17 8:32:42 AM by Skooter910
"i'm pretty sure she died too. apparently the doppelganger copied her and attacked some of my friends later, but i guess in the end we ended up getting the same result we were going for, only two people died." Sans shrugged. "anyway, one quick look at your face tells me you're not having a good day, so you wanna hang out with us and have some fun?"
edited 18th Mar '17 2:11:14 PM by FullMoon
Arcade sighed at Sans' news and mumbled, "I wish no one had to die." He longed for Sans' impressive ability to let things go without feeling personally responsible. Maybe Arcade would have been happy in NCR without that need to make everyone as happy as possible. He did feel slightly better when Sans told him the others did in fact make it out.
Arcade raised an eyebrow at Sans' suggestion. "You sure I won't just ruin your fun with my dour mood?" He asked. While it was spoken sarcastically, it was a genuine question. The group Sans was with seemed to be in a better place than he was. One of the girls seemed upset, but also like she was coming around. Arcade would not be a burden if he could help it.
Cole stayed still, not making a sound as the others finished their conversation, apparently. Sans took a minute, to compose himself, so it seemed, and thanked Caro for her help in this...whatever this was. Then Sans got up and wandered over to Arcade, apparently the two of them had something to talk about.
Cole more or less hid his face against the stuffed rabbit, watching him go, before casting deeply worried eyes to Caro, scooting a little closer, voice low and obviously worried. "I...I don't understand...what was that? What happened? That was the voice in Sans's head, the sound of his b-brother, b-but...I thought...I thought he was dead...?"
edited 18th Mar '17 11:36:49 AM by ColeMinor
"Cool phone..." Calvin muttered, unaccustomed to this type of modern cellular phone, having lived in the late eighties and early nineties. He hit CALL and waited for his mom to pick up. As soon as the phone started to ring, he set it down.
"What are you doing?" Hobbes asked. Calvin wiped his nose and shook his head.
"I don't know Hobbes, Mom likes to worry. I don't want to make her worry more by talking to her and then not being able to tell her where we went. This is just like when we went to Mars." Calvin recounted. Hobbes furrowed his brow.
"Your mom wasn't that worried when we went to Mars as I recall." Hobbes recollected. Before Calvin could respond, a small "hello" sounded from the phone.
"Dad?: Calvin asked in bewilderment, having expected his mother given that she normally answered the phone.
"CALVIN?!?! Where are you? Are you alright?" Calvin's dad asked frantically. Calvin sniffed and talked.
"I'm fine D-dad. Hobbes is with me and uh, we're fine. We're fine. Nobody's kidnapped us or sold us to alien overlords or anything like that." Calvin promised his father, not quite being totally honest about the whole kidnapping thing but he didn't want his dad to worry any more than he had to.
"But where are you? We need you home, Calvin. Where are you calling from - I can come get you!" his dad asked. Calvin shook his head sadly.
"Sorry, Dad. I can't come home just yet. But I promise that I'll be b-back in a bit. Just tell Mom I'm coming back. Don't worry, Hobbes is here." Calvin assured his dad. His father tried to begin to speak again but Calvin morosely hit the end button on the call and hung his head down. He could have gone into further detail about his situation but it would probably only confuse and worry his family more. He just turned the phone back in to Mrs. Tairee.
"Thanks...any idea on when we can head back home?" Calvin asked, in a tone that he hoped would sound unconcerned.
Eve/Call|Library|Sven's Getting His Shotgun Briefcase
Sven's face remained stonily impassive during Ben's little speech. About halfway through, a woman with purple hair climbed into the balcony outside, picking the lock and joining Sven and Train inside. As the speech continued, they had a very expressive but nonsensical conversation in charades, with Train managing to convey everything they knew while Rinslet reacted. The actions included jumping on the couch, waving hands back and forth, and, at one point, Rinslet highkicking and flashing everyone in the room her underwear.
Sven paused, his expression giving nothing away. Train and Rinslet stopped, and both came over to the screen. The next question came from Train. "Do you know what's wrong with Hime - chi? "
Ben blinked, Sven's expression not changing as the other guy (presumably Train) walked up to the screen and asked the question: if he knew what was wrong with "Hime-chi". He blinked in confusion. "Hime-chi? Uh, I dunno what that means. Is that Eve? Is there something wrong with her? I didn't think there was anything wrong..." Ben answered earnestly, not entirely sure what it was that they were talking about. He was really starting to not like Sven's staring at him.
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