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[ 'Gotcha.' There's no hiding the smugness on his face. Not at this proximity, anyway. Even bruised and swollen, an otherwise undignified look, he still manages to look completely self-satisfied with his deduction. Wasn't that more of Akechi's wheelhouse?

In the end, that's all that needs to be said. They both knew what he was there for, after all. Why should they dance around the point any longer than they had to? ]

I'll lock up. Your shoes are on the table by the stairs.

[ He reaches a hand out to give Akechi a condescending pat on the cheek and brushing by him to make sure the cafe is locked down for the night. Whether the other boy wants to wait for him or not isn't really his concern. After all, Akechi's already shown that in spite of his bravado and violence he can be a good boy who doesn't necessarily need to be told what to do. ]

[He hates it. He hates it, he wants to see him fucking burn, and yet he still feels his chest tug when Ren pats at his cheek - the condescending fuck - he still feels his body light up, and Akechi feels that familiar rage again, the hatred, and he knows: he's lost this one. He went into it with Ren still bloody from last night and he still somehow lost.

The anger pools black in his stomach, met by this other feeling, the same thing he felt when punching him, the same thing he felt when pushing him against a wall and dropping to his knees.

It's the worst kind of weakness, to know that you want someone. It's even more awful when that someone knows.]

Okay.

[He stalks off then, walking toward the back room of the shitty coffee shop. He feels on fire, like a pot about to boil over, and he doesn't look back as he grabs his shoes, doesn't look to see what Ren is doing when he stalks up the stairs, angry with himself, angry with Ren, so full of emotion that he wants to burst from it.

He waits there, upstairs. He doesn't bother taking off his coat or his gloves, or even his stupid boots. He's not going to make himself comfortable.]

[ There's no mistaking the petty anger in Akechi's footfalls, and he can't lie, it feels good to hear. He didn't even have to lift a finger to get him to capitulate without even a hint of actual protest. Pouting? Absolutely, but he never once pushed back or fought against him.

Rather than joining him right away, Ren actually takes a moment to clean up the space he was using downstairs. After all, there was no guarantee he would get to it before Leblanc opened in the morning. Not if Akechi had anything to say about it, anyway. And for as much as his face hurts and he's sure he's going to regret it when he got upstairs, he would much rather deal with the consequences of that than an angry Sojiro.

Truthfully, cleaning up the last few mugs and plates only takes a few minutes, but because he can feel it too, he knows whatever Akechi is doing upstairs waiting for him makes it feel ten times as long. But sure enough, he finally does make his way up the stairs at a casual pace and takes off his shoes. ]

Sorry, had some stuff to finish cleaning up. You understand, right?

[If he thought his rage was bursting out of him when he first reached the top of the stairs, it's nothing compared to waiting. Each moment that passes leaves Akechi more and more infuriated - angry at Ren, angry at himself. He should break something in this room. He should walk out of here. He should stomp downstairs and fucking hit him again on his way out - hard enough to break a bone this time.

He doesn't. It's even worse that he doesn't. What kind of person has he become?

He's facing away from the stairs when Ren finally comes up, his shoulders tense, hands balled into fists. Ren knows he's pissed. Ren probably knows why - and that makes it even worse.

Little by little, Goro forces himself to unclench, forces himself to try and put his head back into the game, after being forced to all-but-admit why he's here, being forced to march off like a good little bitch.

He lets out an exhale, lets the tension and rage out with it, and smiles.

It's his weakest mask yet. As soon as Ren is close enough, he's going to destroy him.]

Of course. I did drop by unannounced, after all.

[The smile doesn't reach his eyes. He watches Ren like a predator, the tension within him like a wire pulled to snapping.]

[ Ren feels at least a little satisfied when he can tell that Akechi is still angry. Not just angry, but full-bodied furious. And yet, he hadn't done anything about it. He wants to gloat about it, but making him wait for him was gloating enough, he determines.

And yet, he at least feigns politeness. Seeing that porcelain smile he forces for Ren is almost more terrifying than anything else he'd seen from him, including the seconds before Akechi's fist had hit his face the night before. And as much as he's feeling the excitement and anxiety over what he'll do next bubble in his stomach, he still moves along as calm as can be, trying not to give himself away too easily.

And now that the day is cooling off, he moves past him to the other side of the room to shut his windows. For... energy conservation. That's it. ]

Do you want to sit down? I can take your coat if you want.

[Only his eyes move, tracking Ren across the room as he moves to open the window, to continue this charade, and just like that, he's turned it into another game. Akechi hates him for it. He hates him for walking by him like it was nothing, hates him for making him wait, hates him for knowing just why he's here - pinning him with it, like a butterfly to a corkboard, and then pretending like this to force it out of him again.

He hates him. He hates him so much, he can barely breathe.]

No.

[Ren is close enough now - within arm's length, anyway. Goro reaches for him, his grip finding Ren's stupid threadbare shirt, and in a fluid motion, pulls. He's strong, stronger than any man his age has any right to be, and he slams Ren's back against the nearby wall with a satisfying thud. A surge of violence, punctuated by calm.

He steps in close, crowding him against the wall, and lets his hand drop away so they're just barely not touching. He's nearly shaking with rage.]

You made me wait.

[Poison drips from his words, and it's only a half-moment later when he realizes that he's given up the game too soon. He couldn't keep up this faux-politeness, not longer than a moment or so. Ren probably knew that too: another point for him. It only serves to piss Goro off more.]

'No'?

[ Ren was trying to be nice, or polite at least, but he knew as soon as he'd picked up his notebook downstairs that it was the 'bad' decision to make. And yet he dragged it out. He deserved whatever he got.

And get he does. There's venom and unbridled fury in Akechi's words. Over... what? Being embarrassed? No.. it's deeper than that and he knows it. As soon as that gloved fist finds his shirt and yanks him close he knows he's in trouble. So then why is his heart racing so fast already? Why is he so excited?

Well, he knows why. It's dangerous, and he's become quite addicted to the thrill of danger, including apparently inviting a wild animal into his bedroom.

He grunts when he hits the wall, just barely managing to keep his head from bashing against it as well. He makes no moves to defend himself just yet, his eyes searching and scanning him for any signs of true danger. But even with his back against the wall and his space so very crowded with Detective, he's fairly certain he has the upper hand still.

Probably. ]

And wait you did, just like I knew you would. Was it that bad?

[He wants, suddenly, to hit him again. It would be so satisfying - so good, to feel Ren's skin bend under his fists. He could teach him a lesson, assert some pathetic form of dominance, be better for fucking once -

- but Ren isn't fighting him right now. He'd let him, just like he'd let him throw a punch last night, and it would end the exact same way. A traitorous part of Akechi wants that. He hates himself for it.]

I'm not your plaything.

[He says, but even he can hear that it's sullen, a flimsy protest. Akechi leans in, presses his arm against the wall near Ren's head - fist to elbow against the wood there, and the front of his coat brushes up against the other boy's chest.

(They're the same height. He's always hated that, too.)]

Don't think this means you have anything over me.

[ He knows full well that Akechi could probably kill him right there and no one would know until morning. Hell, with his connections, he could probably get away with it, too. But even knowing that, somehow he doesn't feel afraid. Not of him.

His breath hitches when he presses against him and meets him eye-to-eye, trapping him in place. There's something about his words and tone that makes it a bit more personal with the way he says it. Is this retribution? He's not quite sure... better to play it cautious. ]

No. You're not. You're still here, though. You got your shoes, you got to see the bruise you left... There's even still some blood on the sofa. You're not satisfied though yet, are you? You might not be a plaything but you do still want to be played with.

[He leans in.

He can't help it. He hates Ren, hates how he sees him, and yet here he is, giving it up, being seen. Akechi leans in, but he doesn't kiss him, as if that extra inch is going to be enough of an alibi if he's ever asked if he really wanted Joker to destroy him.]

I...

[Last night, he hadn't been able to say it. He'd put his mouth to better use instead, and he feels the same urge now, but he stays on his feet, stays this close.

How can he be towering over him here, while Ren has all the power? How can he have this physicality, the fist against his face, the metaphorical knife to his throat, when Ren still holds him like a puppet in his hands?]

...alright, [he barely breathes against Ren's jaw. It's another surrender, and he's giving in inches, over and over again, but he can't help it. Joker has always had that power over him.]

What do you want?

[ There's a part of him that is rather genuinely surprised that it was that easy to diffuse the bomb he had been waiting to explode. He wants to be relieved, but after being wound up so tight he's not sure that he can relax just like that. His face hurts and his back hurts a little now as well. Is he really just going to let it lie like that?

This time is Ren's turn to grab onto him, twisting his fist in his lapel and jostling the well-dressed boy pressed against him. ]

I want you to stop being such a little bitch. You want something? Why the fuck are you asking me to give it to you?

[He stumbles a little, off guard by the sudden aggression - when that's been Goro's move so far - and it serves to steel his resolve even further.]

Fuck you.

[It's acrid and dark and he can't survive another moment without kissing him, and so he does. It's not particularly romantic, too full of teeth and Akechi struggling to keep the upper hand, but it's there, a point of connection that neither of them can deny.

He tears his mouth away, tries not to make it obvious how fast his heart is racing.]

It's only you, [he mutters, between gritted teeth,] you know why.

[Because Ren is the only one to get him here, the only one to beat him at his own game. The only one to have him on the ground in Mementos. The only one he can sink his teeth into, the only one who bites him back.]

[ So what, Akechi was allowed to manhandle him and assault him but he can't give it back in return? He can practically taste the bile and hate in his words and he can see the fiery hate in his stare. All that loathing and venom in just one expression and tone of voice.. it's quite remarkable, actually.

Ren half expects to be strangled, but what happens instead is only a bit more surprising. It's a heavy kiss full of just as much hatred and envy as anything else he'd had so far, but with a crisp, smoky edge where it might be just a little too close to that angry fire inside him.

He kisses him back, clumsy as it is, feeling a spark of relief from the own tense monster coiled in his chest. He hates it. It feels good to hate it and hate him. Though if he were to be asked later, it would be something he would adamantly deny, that he couldn't truly hate him or be all that mad at him... but deep down he knows that it's true. And he can't get enough of it.

When his mouth is ripped away, Ren finds himself surprisingly short of breath while his mind collects itself. He can hear his heart thundering in his ears, and he feels just a touch dizzy. Had he forgotten to breathe at one point? ]

I do. So what're you going to do about it?

[ He doesn't even have to fish for clues. The fact that Akechi has an equal (or god forbid a better) in someone who lives in an attic above a coffee shop and has a criminal record.. it must eat him up inside. Good.

His fist twists the thick fabric in his hand and he lets a chuckle surface and a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. ]

Stop being a bitch. Do something.

[He wants to throw him onto the bed. Fuck that - he wants to throw him onto the floor. He wants to reach down and feel the weight of him in his palm, and something vile lurches in Akechi's stomach at that thought as he buckles, shatters under the needle of Ren's mockery.

He cries out, a guttural, frustrated sound through his teeth as he wrenches himself backward, his arm slamming against Ren's hand on his coat to get him off of him, to just push him away, and the back of his hand slams against Ren's cheek in a fierce motion. He hopes it hurts. He hopes it smarts against the bruises already there.

Again. Violence. Again. Hating him. Again.

It won't change. He doesn't want it to. It's always going to be this need that he hates, to submit to the only person who has ever held this kind of power over him. Before Ren can recover, Goro already dropping, boots and all, his hand fisting in the front of Ren's shirt to keep him there as his knees hit the floor.]

Fine.

[It's the memory of last night maybe, or the memory of a dozen twisted fantasies he's had before then, but as Akechi leans in, rests his cheek against the front of Ren's jeans, he knows that it's always going to be like this. He can fight against it all he wants, struggle against the tide, but he'll always bow in the end.

It shouldn't turn him on as much as it does.]

[ Ren can almost feel something break in Akechi, but he doesn't relent, doesn't dare back down. He can't do that when it comes to Akechi. God only knows what would happen if he actually let him win at this. Even when he's growling, half-feral with his frustration and anger, he can't let him see the very real terror that's crept its way into his heart.

After all, Akechi could ruin him with a word. For all the implications and talk of upper hands and winning, Ren is the most vulnerable here. Just the mere suggestion that anyone tail him and his friends could end not just his life but theirs as well. That's real power. And yet, with all of that power, he still refuses to use it. It's a conundrum that will linger in the chest of questions in his own mind's palace, surely.

There's a bit of relief when he pushes back and breaks Ren's hold on him, only to have that hand strike him across the cheek, violently turning his head and sending his glasses clattering to the floor, leaving a cut on his brow where the hinge scraped him. He can taste some blood in his mouth as well. That was a good hit, and oddly satisfying in its own way. He got him to break, and in turn, he made Ren hurt, and he wishes he didn't like it so much.

He rubs his face, letting out a painful groan. He truly has no time before he feels Akechi again, practically nuzzling against his jeans. It's one hell of a sight from where he's at, and pushing a hand roughly into his hair with fingers gripping the roots and pressing him against him while his hips return the favor, he lets out a low, deeply satisfied moan. ]

That's what I thought. You hate me that much?

[He doesn't fight it, not now. Ren's hand in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing his face into his crotch and Akechi bites back a whimper, a high sound of surrender in the back of his throat.

My whore, Ren had said and it pissed him off so much, but look at them now. Look at Goro inhaling the scent of him, drunk off of his own defeat as he mouths along the now-familiar line of Joker's cock in his pants.]

You know I do.

[It's harder to think like this. Akechi's hands creep up the front of Ren's legs, still gloved as he's fingertips skirt up his knees, his thighs, hesitating only for a moment at the hem of his jeans before he unbuttons them, unzips them. He has a task to accomplish, and even if he's mostly motivated by anger, shame, frustration - he's not going to be some blushing fucking schoolgirl about it.]

If you ever slip up, [he says while getting the front of his pants open, while pressing his mouth against the warmth of the front of Ren's boxers, while working quickly, perfunctorily, to drag the waistband of his underwear down too,] if I ever catch up to you...

[His heart is pounding. He'll soon need his mouth for other things and so he looks up, red eyes sharp as they meet Ren's own.]

I'll put a bullet in your head.

[Does that answer his question? It's satisfying enough, and Akechi leans in to taste him, bolstered with the knowledge of what he'd done before, of what Ren seemed to like.]

[ There's precious little that Ren wants to do to deter Akechi, not unless he wants to piss him off further and ruin one of the few good shirts he has at the moment. There's an eroticism to the way Akechi's hands practically tear open his jeans and the way that mouth that was just snarling at him now begrudgingly worships his steadily-stiffening cock through his boxers. He's glad there's nothing coy about it. If the other boy wants to be filthy and depraved, then who the hell is Ren to stop him?

The threat is met with a half chuckle and a careful tug at the roots of his hair, letting him know he's not getting out of this... is it punishment or a reward? He's not quite sure, but Akechi isn't going anywhere until Ren is satisfied. ]

Good. I hope you do.

[ He draws a slow breath in through his teeth, leaning heavy against the wall behind him. Ren decides to let Akechi do as he likes for now, keeping himself still while the other boy gorges himself on as much of Ren's dick as he likes. ]

It suits you, you know. You down there like that. Like you were meant to be there.

[Ren's casual disregard riles him up and Akechi wants to hiss at him or come up with some sort of brutal rejoinder, but he can't, not when his mouth is otherwise occupied.

He hates him, and he hates himself, hates how easy it is to tongue along the firm line of Ren's cock, hates how Ren is fucking right. It would be simpler to accept it: to understand the strange need he feels to be near him, to touch him, to taste him, and to live their lives like this - to come when he's called, to get on his knees whenever Ren wants and be happy like that.

Akechi's pride would never let him, but fuck, sometimes he wishes it was that simple.]

Just like you were meant to be bleeding? [He looks up when he asks it, and if there's nothing else that appeals to his pride here, he at least has that: the streak of blood from Joker's brow. He'd done that, and that's real, that's something he can use to justify this with, even as his mouth goes back to work.

This is only the second time Goro has sucked Ren's cock, but he's a quick study, his analytical mind already categorizing what's good, what he should be doing, what makes Ren's fingers tighten in his hair. Akechi takes him in deep, closes his eyes, and twists his still-gloved fingers gently around the base of Ren's dick, his mind nearly unmoored by how much he wants it.

That might be the most fucked up thing of all of this, here - the fact that he's hard in his pants without being touched, without any other preamble than tasting the salt of his rival on his tongue.]

[ By the knit in Akechi's brow, he can almost read the self-loathing on his face, and still he continues on with a determined fervor. What's his goal exactly, he wonders. It's absolutely not to make Ren feel good or to please him, that's for damn sure. Such things are merely a byproduct of what he's doing, he's sure. Or maybe it's part of Akechi's self-flagellation.. or something he intends to use against Ren in the end? He's not sure, but he does know that it's getting harder and harder to think that deeply about it. ]

You keep doing that every time you want my cock in your mouth and people are gonna start having some questions, you know.

[ He's sure that Akechi will note that he never denied his accusation. Maybe he likes it when he makes him bleed. The high tension in those moments before he hits him thrills him, and he's become addicted already if it leads to moments like this where Akechi's lust-filled gluttony gets the better of him. ]

It feels good, doesn't it? Don't you dare hold yourself back, all right?

[He's too sure of himself to tremble, but he can't help the wave of lust that roils through him like the ocean when Ren talks to him - condescending, so sure of his position here, above him, being pleasured by him. The shame makes it better, makes it worse, and Akechi squeezes his eyes shut tight for a moment while he takes him in deep, just to stop himself from thinking about it.

He reaches down to palm himself, dropping a hand from Joker's dick to press against the front of his own pants, as if he could stifle his need that way. It's shameful, how much he needs this. How the taste of Ren's precum on his tongue feels so right, like this is his place and he was foolish to fight against it all this time.

Akechi pulls off of him, sloppy, his perfect hair getting mussed in Ren's fingers as he dips his head lower, sliding his wet tongue over Ren's balls. His hand tightens against his own pants, hips shifting helplessly into his own touch as he feels the warm, wet slide of cock against his cheek.]

I...

[He tilts his head against it, almost nuzzling it, his heart pounding in his chest. Fuck, he loves this. Fuck, he hates that he loves it. He worships Ren and loathes him in equal measure, he wants to throttle him, wants to make him bleed again, wants to carve his name into his skin, wants to suck him off, and all the emotions get so heavy, so tangled up in his mind that he just doesn't want to think anymore, and so he looks up at his detested rival, his gaze fiery, and says - ]

Fuck my throat. Do it.

[ - and swallows around him again.]

[ With such an attentive touch, it takes almost no time at all for him to be fully rigid and even leaking on his tongue. He drops his head against the wall with a dull but thick thud, his hand easily palming the back of Akechi's head and not forcing, but guiding his head down along him. It's so very hot all of a sudden, and he's not even dressed in layers like Akechi is. He wants to savor and drown in the sensation, letting it overwhelm him while he struggles to hold himself back, a feat growing steadily more difficult.

It's only slightly easier when he finally withdraws to give attention to his neglected balls, and once again that hand tightens in his hair when he looks back down to see that perverse, borderline depraved look Akechi seems to so shamelessly wear. He wishes he'd had the foresight to get his phone out, because just looking at him like that makes his cock ache and twitch, a smear of precum against the boy's face when he nuzzles him. ]

Holy shit...

[ So much for staying cool. Each pass of Akechi's lips and tongue over him drive any sort of rational thought further and further out of his mind, stripping him down mentally until he's nothing but raw hormonal instinct.

He wants him to fuck his throat? That seems like an excellent idea. This time when his hand clenches, there's no restraint in how he holds the roots of his hair, and he pulls his head hard against him, his hips lifting from the wall to meet him. There's no care in his comfort, no trying to ease him into it and make sure he's ready. If he hurts his nose? Fine. If he gags? Even better. That hot mouth is incredible, and he feels like he's on fire inside each time his hips slam into his face. ]

Nnh! You call yourself a man but you've gotten this pussy nice and wet for me. It's so hungry, too.. I can feel it trying to suck me dry already... Ahh fuck.. The fuck makes you think you're good enough for me to come in it, huh? You think you earned that right?

[Ren does exactly what he wants, takes his hair in his hands and clenches tight. It's good, when even the control of this motion is taken from him and Akechi can do nothing but give himself in to it. His eyes roll back in sheer pleasure as he's just used like Ren's personal fucktoy.

Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, as if he's the one getting his dick sucked, his body jarred by each forceful push of Ren's hips into his face. It's wet - it's messy, and as Ren pounds into the back of his throat, his saliva drips down, drenching his cock, smearing against his lips, dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

He gags, he can't help it, and his stomach rolls but he keeps calm, swallows it down, and breathes in sharply through his nose. He can feel his eyes watering but he refuses to be seen crying, even if it's just a natural reflex to this - his eyes close instead, and he lifts his hands to clutch at Ren's pant legs, if nothing else than to keep his balance.

Obviously, Goro can't respond to Ren's teasing, but his eyes flutter open again and he looks up at him, and... he can't help it, he gives an involuntary sound in the back of his throat, something that's just this shy of pleading.

He'd hate that noise from himself if he was in his right mind, but Ren has made sure that he isn't. Akechi almost feels separate from his mind now, able to shut out everything except for the shock of fingers pulling his hair, yanking him even deeper.]

[ Ren can't deny the sort of perverse freedom he feels in using him this way, seeing how much he's enjoying it as well. It's more than just a sexy look on him, it's a goddamn feedback loop that only serves to get him more riled up in turn. He idly wonders how far he could make him go until the boy is actually begging for him, pride be damned. And suddenly his imagination is flooded with dirtier images, fantasies he'd had in passing, but never given much more than a fleeting thought to. But now? He could actually make it happen if he wanted to.

He gives one final thrust, actively pressing Akechi's face against him, and holds him there, just to let him know his place. He'd heard that sound, but can't quite tell what it'd meant. Who cares what he wants anyway? Ren's body is hungry, and his gaze is blazing hot as he makes sure to hold it with Akechi's eyes until he's certain he's gotten his point across. ]

You haven't, you know. Not even close. Tell you what, though..

[ He yanks his head back and off of him, giving Akechi a moment to breathe. His free hand reaches up, wiping the streak of blood that had rolled down his face, and brings it down to the detective's wet, sloppy face with his swollen lips and holds his chin to keep his mouth open. That thumb wet with blood slips between his lips, almost tenderly to smear it on his tongue. ]

You earned that. You're welcome.

[When he's held there, nose pressed hard against Ren's groin, Akechi goes still, tries to keep calm, take him as much as he can - but at the last moment, he gags again, a deep, convulsing shudder wracking through his body as Ren yanks him off.

He can't help his body's response - he gasps wetly for breath, his chest heaving with the simple need for air. He knows he looks a wreck right now, saliva streaking along his face, his eyes wet, his hair in a messy tangle in Ren's fingers.

He doesn't know what Ren is doing, not at first. He's still practically panting, harder than he can ever remember being, fingers clawing at Ren's legs like he's worshipping a god. When he catches on, when Ren slips his bloody finger in his mouth, Akechi's eyes go wide with realization and he leans in, straightening his back to press closer to it.]

Ah-

[Akechi sucks in Ren's finger, his tongue working to lap up any trace of blood he can. It's rust and iron in his mouth and the thought of it is incendiary, so much so that he's able to let one hand go to wrap around Ren's wrist, try to hold him there while he sucks sweetly at his fingers.

He's too far gone now, still trying to catch his breath, wanting - wanting all of it, anything Ren wants to give him.]

I want, [he tries to say, his voice a low sound, raw with the brutal assault to his throat.] Joker-

[He almost says please, but it catches in his throat at the last second, the last vestiges of his pride still hanging by a thread.]

[ A not insignificant part of Ren's ego feels satisfied with Akechi's reaction and the way he almost pathetically gasps for air. Turns out the great detective prince is human after all. There's a smug turn at the corner of his mouth even the moment that he starts cleaning the blood off with his tongue. Just like he had when Akechi had started, he lets him satisfy himself as much as he likes on his fingers and hand until he's had his fill. ]

You want...?

[ Oh. On hearing his codename, and in a tone like that, he realizes very quickly that that's exactly who he was right now. He hadn't even meant for it to come out, but such as the nature of having an alter ego comprised almost entirely of unabashed id, honest, open, and free... it's a somewhat startling revelation to him. But it works. He understands it and he's happy to play the part... or rather let the part play him. ]

You want... what? Speak up. Is something keeping my little bird from singing?

[ In an effort to coax that last bit of pride and shame away, he leans back against the wall for balance, one socked foot lifting and pressing itself against the front of Akechi's pants. There's no hiding how hard he is under all those pressed and dry cleaned layers. The pressure against him isn't immense, but it is firm when the ball of his foot grinds against him. ]

I'm not a mind reader, you know. If you want something... I told you how to get it.

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i just have to say, I am so extraordinarily happy right now. This is amazing.

SAME ty for tagging me ajkfls

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