The Meaning of Love [Seija]

[Siderius Kincaid]

sideriusKINCAID
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He wandered through the cold, snow covered streets, wincing as the snow beneath his skeletal feet melted and stung his skin; the pain was agonizing. But he was determined to find out the source of these puzzling...thoughts buzzing around in his head, like those little fuzzy bugs he often saw flitting about. They looked silly - like they were wearing yellow and black overcoats made from velvet. Someone had told him they were called Bumblebees. What a silly name - bumble. A word that implied mistake. But to him they seemed to go on about their business quite skillfully, landing on flowers with all their legs.

He found them rather cute, whatever that was, with their six legs and two wings. He had six appendages as well - technically eight. But they were hiding right now, to tone down his monstrous appearance. But the bumblebees were always their natural selves, not caring about who or what saw them. And their feet felt soft against his rough, calloused skin, like a tickle. For once, something that didn't send him into agonizing pain. Which brought her back into his thoughts. Her. Seija. The Carna girl he'd helped back to her territory. The Shifter. His prey. So why didn't he feel the need to infect her? To kill her?

Nyx would not be pleased - certainly not. But nevertheless he found himself sneaking into the Carna territory, trying his best to pick up her scent trail. He'd found several, but they were stale. He pulled up short, four eyes narrowing at the sight of the large expanse of water in the distance. He pulled back, hissing slightly. Even the damp air left his skin burning. How did she live here?

"Seija," he muttered quietly, turning her name over and over on his tongue, quite liking the sound of it. "Where are you, little Seija?"

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[SEIJA]

She was leaning against the damp wall of the dilapidated building she stood in, head bowed as she picked at a small bird carcass with her fingers and a blade, cleaning the bones of it's flesh to be ready to smoke and store for the Carnas use in the winter. It was more vital even now that they get more food, as the prey liked to hide in the colder months and that meant more times they had to go without if they didn't get enough. She sighed, the air passing through her lips and smoke blowing out as if she had inhaled the cancerous fumes of a cigarette. She finished, handing back the blade to a scout that it belonged to, making a mental note to find herself a weapon of her own. She'd have to contact Manic soon.

She then felt it, she felt him, she knew it. Her head rose as she looked towards the outside, the small group of Carnas to her right not noticing this, not feeling what she felt as she moved and called over her shoulder that she was going out on a run, possibly to try and get some more food. They wouldn't be smoking for another week so the more the better.

She stuck her head out, though obviously she wouldn't be able to necessarily see anything quite well, though in her mind she saw him. About 10 yards away she 'saw' his massive form against the straight lines of the building around him. She moved then, with the grace of a small mammal as she came closer to him, sticking close to the walls before she felt around her, felt for others. She knew outsiders would be taken in and either used or tortured for amusement, and she couldn't let this happen to him. She owed him for bringing her back here, here to the place where she now stood not but a little under a week after the other had saved her from the midst of the wilderness. "Kincaid?"

[Siderius Kincaid]

sideriusKINCAID
                                      scratch my back with a   l i g h t n i n g bolt

He was about to give up the thought that she might be here. It was silly to think that she would come see him, wasn't it? Nyx was right, like always. Shifters were preythings, beasts to be hunted and felled. They would never come willingly. And yet, he felt...he felt as if there was something holding him back from finding her, something keeping him from tearing her to shreds, like most of his kind seemed so eager to do. Of course he'd never really been one to kill outright - he was curious. Wanted to study the humans he was ordered to kill.

But, with Seija - he felt a thread of companionship with her - some facet of...something. he couldn't name it, as he'd never felt something like this before. Danica - his first human. She had been a project, something to study. But Seija...she was different. She was... 'Kincaid?' She was...here! He whipped around quickly, bone wings clacking violently at the sudden movement. He winced slightly at the loud clatter, hoping she wouldn't ever guess what he really was. He felt...he felt like something different around her. Not like a predatory champion, or an epitome of scientific creation. He felt big, and clumsy - monstrous, even.

Compared to her unbelievably tiny body, as his eyes trailed along her familiar form, he felt entirely out of place. He could imagine she must have fallen into the arms of plenty other male shifters, those of her type. She'd fallen into his arms once - and he couldn't help but think, think...no, he knew that it felt different. Her touch...it was soft. Painless.

He cocked his head to the side, not realizing it had been several probably uncomfortable moments of silence. But he grinned sheepishly, tanned face cracking with a sick, yellow grin. "Seija," he said, the words slipping out like a gentle purr. "How...how did you know it was me?" He cleared his throat, stepping closer hesitantly.

"I-I mean, it is...it is nice to be seeing you again, Seija. Have you been very well?" A snowflake dropped on his shoulder and he hiss under his breath, trying to flick it off with one of his long, skeletal fingers as he awaited her reply.

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[SEIJA]

She felt a shadow of a smile slipping over her face, the edge of her lips pulling slightly as she felt him whirl around, the slight clacking of his joints made her brows furrow a bit, though she pushed the thought aside as he stood there. Perplexed maybe? Nervous? She didn't know whatever it was, he was too different though. She couldn't read him as easily as the humans .. the shifters around her.

She cleared her throat a bit, the moments dragging by as she straightened, her hands overlapping one another as she studied them a moment, not exactly knowing what to say except that what was he doing here? She didn't know if he'd be safe ... but ... why did she care? Why did she feel the need to know more about him? She blushed lightly before her head rose from hearing his question.

"I could feel you ... the vibrations in the ground from any movement helps me ... "see" in a way," she said as she explained this. Not having known what was going on the week prior but from the little that they had managed to talk she had told him of her frustrations of not being able to see and fend for herself -- even though she was very grateful to him. "It is nice to hear your voice again, I can ... almost see you but only roughly the outline I"m afraid. You're bigger than I remember ... taller and sturdy," she said giggling slightly, though the sound was a bit off; a little genuine cheerfulness as well as a bit of screeched insanity woven in. She cleared her throat once more before she walked forward, stopping a few feet away.

[Siderius Kincaid]

burnoutBRIGHT

Kincaid noticed the odd rush of color to her fair cheekbones, and his head twisted to the side at an even sharper angle in his confusion. What did that signify? Nyx had often said that humans were easy to read, but Kincaid had never been very good at it himself. He had killed his fair share of them, and had often noticed the looks in their eyes. Fear, the Keeper's called it. But he'd never experienced that before. But she didn't look afraid. She looked...happy. Happy. But why? That she had adapted the necessary skills to see, in her own special way? He did not understand why the Keepers would be helping the Shifters when they had designed things like him to destroy them. But he was glad, yes most glad, that they had given her such a thing.

It was then that he noticed that her arms and body were littered with bruises and cuts, her shoulder wrapped in a gauzy bandage with slight bloodstains leaking through. His throat cinched, and he felt an odd flutter in his chest. Was she...was she okay? She seemed okay. But she was injured. "You are...hurt?" He hurried forward, tentatively reaching out to brush his fingertips along the bandage, his touch as light as the bumble bee's he'd learned from. "How did this happen, Seija? Are you in danger?" Four eyes trained on her face then, having to lean down to get a bit closer.

He realized he'd skipped over what she said earlier, and not being well versed in the area of 'conversation', he simply went back to that topic, not noticing the halting of flow. "There is much of me to see. I am tall, people say. But...also, not very much to look at. Ha..ha." He attempted a laugh, but failed miserably and simply cleared his throat. "You are not so well, friend Seija. There is blood there!" He brushed lightly at a big bruise on her arm - "And there! you are hurting most bad." It was becoming more and more evident at his lack of proper grammar. They gave him more brawn than brain, Nyx said, whatever that meant.

"You should not be out in such...weather." He glared up at the billowing sky, deep grey clouds swelling with...water. "We should go into building, where it is most safe." He nodded, walking behind her and pushing her slightly forward, surprisingly gentle, toward the door he'd seen on the other side of the building. "Come, I show you."

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[SEIJA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0c1929] She frowned, lips turning upside down as she felt him come closer, his rough voice curious and worried as she felt him gently brush her wound. She felt her head turn to the direction of her shoulder and then up to his face. She shook her head though, hair swishing this way and that as she laughed lightly. "I was challenged by another who is under me in the ranks. I am bruised and bloodied but I am very much fine," she said as she listened to him flip back and forth in their subjects, trying to be polite obviously he was failing in the keeping things in order department. She shook her head as she laughed again, light and airy as she then felt him nudging her towards a doorway off to the side of them. She immediately felt out with her powers to find no one there and she sighed a bit in relief as she let him lead her into the building as she let her head tilt back and up to him. "I am quite fine Kincaid, the cold does not bother me that much, and it actually feels nice at the moment to my wounds. Though I suppose they would not stay comfortable," she said as she grinned and then let her head fall back down, her hands moving to adjust her bangs, an everlasting habit of hers. She moved towards a crate that stood off in the middle by itself, jumping up on top of it to sit and adjust herself, now a little bit higher than her counterpart, and mostly eye-level with him - she only figured on this anyway. "Why did you come here Kincaid? You know it would be bad if the Carna found you here with you being an anthro..," she said, a bit of a worried tone in her voice.

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[Siderius Kincaid]

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"I was challenged by another who is under me in the ranks. I am bruised and bloodied but I am very much fine,"

"What a cheeky bastard," he said, remembering some conversation he'd overheard from two men with a funny accent. He cocked his head and thought back on them, how they'd begged for their lives. Well - one had. And he'd given him his life, but the other - Kincaid had driven his long, skeletal fingers straight through his heart. No doubt a short death, relatively painless. The human body was a complex thing, but he'd been studying it since the day of his release into the Menagerie. Killing his victims, though he considered them 'subjects'. Experiments to his undying curiosity, a sharp, effectual pang that he could not seem to quell.

But Seija brought forth another curiosity - a strong, fierce emotion he couldn't identify. But he knew that it was wrong of him to feel this way, to feel so protective of her. Like the surge of resolute anger that caused his thick, sludge-like blood to pump through his thick veins. Especially at the thought of an underling challenging and fighting her. As he ushered her inside he couldn't help but wonder who the shifter was who had challenged her, and if his face (he assumed it was a him, Shifter men were very sexist things, he had come to learn) looked as bad as she did. Well, he vowed, if it didn't - he would make it.

As he swung the door open for her, four eyes surveying the building to ensure it was empty. He watched her, head once again tilted to the side as she easily vaulted to the top of a crate. She seemed so aware of the world, despite her lack of vision.

"Why did you come here Kincaid? You know it would be bad if the Carna found you here with you being an anthro,"

"Hm?" He said, having been distracted by the simplest move of her hand fiddling with her hair. "O-Oh...I um..." He scrunched his face in a deep scowl, searching for some excuse that wouldn't betray his true intentions. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." Damnit. "I mean, uh...see the thing is-"

Just then, he heard a clatter, off toward the dark back of the warehouse. Kincaid swiveled on his heel and four eyes fought to scour through the rooms shrouded with shadow, reaching his hand out briefly to squeeze her shoulder slightly. "Stay here," He whispered, though he knew in the back of his mind she wouldn't. Judging by the fact that she'd won the fight, and was in charge of the ruthless Carna Hunters...but it seemed the 'manly' thing to say so he figured he'd say it. He walked as quietly as his body would allow, the subtle clack of bones from his wings and the soft click of his long, extended toes upon the cold cement floor.

He halted, a soft, almost inaudible hiss slipping from his throat as he listened for any other sounds. He heard it too late, though - he heard to late the scratch of the wooden door across the cement as it swung open, the muted footsteps, the shink of a blade being drawn. Kincaid whirled around a moment too late, just in time to see a man wrapping his arms around Seija, a knife held against her throat. Even from here Kincaid could smell his scent - he was a Fulsi. Pupil-less yellow eyes took him in - age, roughly 26. Height, 6 foot, 5'11 without the shoes. Strengths - strong upper body, mostly in arms. Weaknesses - speed and agility.

"Don't move," the man hissed, tough Kincaid couldn't tell to who. "Don't move, gigantor, or the girl gets it."

Siderius Kincaid merely watched as four more Fulsi emerged from the shadows - two women, and two more men. Kincaid took them in, easily assessing them as he was trained to do all the while a low hiss rising from his chest. "Let her go." His long fingers clacked at his side, a subtle glow spreading from his golden eyes, seeming to pulsate with a growing light. He tensed, his massive body rippling with a golden sheen of muscle, and with a crack of bone his wings snapped open, black feathers and flesh hanging off in rotting strands. "Let. Her. Go."

ooc; lols, gigantor :D ilu cliche bad guy.

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[SEIJA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0c1929] "Couldn't stop thinking about me..?" she said aloud, questioning his words in a fashion that was absolutely curious, her head tilting slightly. Though without asking him she knew he felt the energy between them like she felt since he first found her in the midst of Goodlady Lake. She frowned then, not quite hearing his spoken thoughts after that as she heard shuffling, just about to signal to Kincaid to quiet before the clatter drew his own attention around as she slipped off of the crate that she had sat upon. She had begun moving forward before he had started to move, pausing as he instructed her to stay even though her instincts knew this wasn't just some little Fulsi, she stilled as she counted in her mind .. one ... two three ... fourrr -- Her thoughts were cut off as she didn't move fast enough as she felt the air stir, the faint heat of the body behind her, and her hand was too slow as she had begun to reach for the three bladed hunting knife that sat sheathed at her hip. She froze at the blade at her throat and the arm around her torso and upper biceps, pulling her to a body, sweaty and male; though her face fell emotionless. She heard Kincaid threaten them once, clacking sounds of .. bones it sounded like and what she had guessed from her vision, though his second was louder it seemed even farther away. She felt her lip twtich to the side and up, twisting into an amused smile as her fingers curled and relaxed, her muscles slowly relaxing beneath his hold. She leaned into the knife just slightly, just enough to draw a thin line of blood that trailed down her throat as she giggled.. the sound eerie in the large warehouse. "You better listen itsy bitsy Fulsi ... or you're gonna be in trouble wouble ..," she mused in a highish tone, her fingers curling around the handle to her knife and in a single instant her head cracked back into his face as she bent backwards with him as he fell, though slipping from his grasp she stayed half suspended, bent backwards as she slowly pulled her body back up. "Time to plaaaay ... you've all been very bad little boys and girls..hehe ," she said giggling as she flashed her pearls between her lips as she spun the knife through her fingers once before crouching low and then launching herself at the closer of the two females to her right.

[Siderius Kincaid]

burnoutBRIGHT

He would have made easy work of these puttering Shifter fools - they were so weak, so utterly defenseless against him. Sickly yellow eyes narrowed, skeletal claws clacking together as he strategized as he had been taught. Take out the strongest first - there were two. The one holing a knife to Seija’s neck, and the other female who reeked of feline. That powerful of a scent meant she had an larger shift. But his primary concern was the man, who had called him ‘gigantor’ (whatever that was supposed to mean), that held Seija at knife point.

The others slowly began advancing, and as he stared into their predatory masks he could detect the obvious trembles of fear. The female was better at keeping face than the smallish male next to her, whose eyes were round and peeled wide. It was no matter which leapt at him first, and he waited patiently for them to advance. They circled around him like the wild animals he’d been shown videos of, and almost had to laugh at something his creator had said about shifters being animals. It was true, yes. Animals who were trapped in a cage with a monster.

Kincaid had looked away from Seija for but a fleeting moment to observe the pests circling about him like gnats, but when his four eyes traced a path towards her he found that she had freed herself from the man by smashing her skull into his own. A terrible snarl ripped from him, a sound that seemed to shake the foundation of the building itself - or perhaps that was his thunderous steps as he lunged forward, skeletal fingers lashing out like claws and snaring the man’s ankle as he lay sprawled on the ground, briefly knocked out.

Kincaid would not give him the opportunity to wake. Gripping the Fulsi by the neck he lifted him easily from the ground and held him at eye level. In one fell swoop his long, lance-like fingers broke through the man’s skin at the base of the throat and in one easy tug he cracked tore the rib-cage from the chest cavity. Blood gushed and spattered but it didn’t bother him - someone was screaming, weeping. Kincaid cocked his head to the side, blood splattered on his face like some abstract art work. Glowing eyes scoured the room - here and there were globs of red and yellow. Five heat sources, including Seija. His face was smooth and emotionless now that the man who had threatened his Seija was dead.



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“Falco! Oh...my God, Henry...no...” The tall girl watched as her best friend was literally torn to pieces before her eyes. Parker’s eyes were wide and tears threatened to track down her paled cheeks. That monster had just killed Henry Falco, her closest friend. Her heart was in her throat as she suddenly made eye contact with all four of the monstrosity’s face.

But Parker’s eyes flickered to both Emily and Keith who stood just behind the freakish thing and nodded that they had it taken care of. Which gave Parker just enough time to catch the last mocking words of the short, mop-haired girl who stood near her. The one Falco’d just had at knife-point. ”Time to plaaaay ... you've all been very bad little boys and girls.”

“You bitch.” She said, venom lacing her words. “You’ll pay for that.”

Parker stepped back a few paces, and the tears that spilled on her cheeks were hot with anger. Eyes narrowed and a split second later she had shifted, her long, scaled body close to the floor supported by short, muscled legs. Her long, toothy snout parted and a deep hiss rose from the gaping jaws of the crocodile, yellowed eyes focusing on Seija.

“I’ll rip you in two!” Parker screamed as she swung her powerful tail around to knock the girl off her feet, jaws snapping at her legs as she attempted to tear into her.

- - -

The world suddenly flashed white as pain tore across is back, a half-strangled cry twisting from his mouth as he attempted to wade through the waves of pain that washed over him as claws raked along his back and tore through his thick rubbery skin. His spine jutted from the oozing yellow mess as his fluids spilled from his meat-suit and he fell to his knees beneath the weight of the tiger that clung to his back. The pain restricted him from moving, his nerves screaming and trying to sort out the information pouring in.

A silence settled over him then and the snarls of the female shifter tearing into his back with tooth and claw faded into the ringing in his ears. Grunting softly he called on the reserves and slowly, a soft crackling sound made itself known before along the length of his oddly extended torso the skin began to move, small peaks rising and falling as something struggled to escape the confines of the thick covering. With three simultaneous pops, like that of a balloon being poked with a needle, four slime-covered skeletal arms slid from his body, twitching and convulsing as life and sinew built itself along the glinting ivory bone beneath. The shifter on his back was still tearing into him, too intent on her assault to notice the new growths that twisted in their sockets and four long clawed hands reached around the thick bone wings sprouting from his back and grabbed either side of the tiger.

“Emily!” Came a gasped cry, but it was too late. His claws had dug into her fur and as her yellow-blood covered head rose to look at her comrades, Kincaid snapped his head up, the four arms simultaneously tearing down the flanks of the tiger and piercing her thick fur, flesh and breaking through bone. A roar tore from her throat that was cut off as death came swiftly, blood spraying in a fine mist across the wall and running in rivulets down his own body. The puddles of his synthetic blood pooled in thick clumps about his feet.

It was then that the other Fulsi male finally had the stupidity to charge him head on. Kincaid merely flicked out his bone wing and in one swift motion had knocked the male into the wall and in another half-a-second drove his stake-like fingers straight through the man’s eyes and out the top of his skull. He let that one fall where it may and turned his attentions back to Seija.


"Seija!"

ooc; SPIDARMAN O:

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[SEIJA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0c1929] "You bitch ... You'll pay for that." "Awwwhe! Missy has her panties in a twist, doesn't she?" she mused as she spun the hunting knife in her hand absent-mindedly while tilting her head to the side slowly, looking as if she was staring the girl down as the other female shifted. Seija's stance shifted as she felt the ripple of vibrations and crouched as the other became bigger, shorter .. heavier. She hummed a tune to herself in her head as she felt the whirring of air and just a minute to late she jumped, the tail bringing her legs out to the side of her; though she was quick to recover as she tumbled into a crouch to the crocs immediate left and jumped to step onto the creatures back. She stopped spinning the hunting knife as she stood, slightly dizzy from the knock on the back of her head, before bringing the blade down towards the back of the females skull. "Seija!" she heard Kincaid though did not let her attention stray to him except for feeling out for enemies that might have him outnumbered; she found none and only grinned. The blade connected to the small of the creatures neck, blood coming from the wound as she twisted the handle and blades of the weapon inside her. Screams of pain coming from the female below her quickly turning into gargling as the blood of the female gradually filled her own throat. Her legs were straddling the crocs back as she flailed and rolled over a number of times, wincing as each time she struck the hard ground with her head already pounding before giving the knifes a last shove before the female fell lifeless on top of her. Sighing she shoved the body off of her unceremoniously onto the ground before groaning slightly as she stood, swaying a bit on her feet as she tried to shake it off. "Kincaid?"

[Siderius Kincaid]

burnoutBRIGHT

Who would’ve thought that fighting for something could be so much more fulfilling than fighting for nothing? H e had defended Shifters in the past, sure. Defended the right to kill and infect them, at least. He had never knew that there could be something else to kill for. Not...not even something, but someone. And it was fascinating, enthralling. A sensation which he had never felt the likes of. Something that continued to happen around this fascinating little specimen, this scintillating and fierce young Shifter who did nothing but give him new curiosities and a new, more human look on life. Perhaps this what Seraphim had been speaking of - about learning to understand the way the Shifters thought and felt, rather than just to study their sleeping patterns and hunger cycles.

The last of the enemies had fallen at his hands, and as he strode over the find Seija who had disappeared from his sights behind a stack of crates which he vaulted easily and landed on the other side in time to see Seija driving a knife into the back of an enormous reptile’s skull, four eyes watching intently to see if she would need his help. Blood gushed and the crocodile flailed in its throes of death rolling atop Seija, to which Kincaid lunged forward but by the time he reached the flailing pair the crocodile was dead.

Seija rolled off the crocodile and spun her bloody knife with a deftness he admired, wishing he could hold a knife in such a way. His fingers were close to knives in themselves, if only for their sharpened tips and ability to pierce flesh with relative ease. But he still couldn’t hold a knife in his long, over-grown skeleton fingers. A constant disappointment - it was a good thing he didn’t really have to eat food - because e wouldn’t know the first thing about using or even holding silverware. He rushed to her side when he saw her swaying on her feet, some compulsive instinct telling him to taker he in his arms and carry her off into the sunset. Danica had read him a book about it once, something about a man riding a horse off into the sunset with his fair lady in his arms. Well. It was hard to picture himself on a horse when he weighed about as much as one.

He wanted only to touch her face, to stroke a fingertip gently across the pale flesh and to feel the warmth of her body, an internal warmth that could be felt externally, a warmth that he lacked. Cold blooded, as most viruses were. He let out a shuddering sigh, standing just in front of her, just inches away - but he saw a trickle of blood from a wound on her flesh, and jerked backward. His own thick, sludge like blood was everywhere. Covering his hands and feet and continuing to spill down his back in thick, clumpy rivulets. Staining everything a golden-yellow.

“Are you alright, Seija?” He asked, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to help her even if she needed it. He didn’t want to risk infecting the girl that he had fought so hard to save, though he couldn’t for the life of him really tell why. It was true he was curious about her and her Shifter ways, but there was something else. Something else he couldn’t define.

He stepped back another few feet, trying to think what to do. He heard a commotion outside, and he cursed softly. The rest of the Carna must’ve heard the fight and were coming to help. Kincaid began inching his way to the back door, making small sounds like a cornered animal might. He didn’t want to get trapped in here and be forced to slaughter all of Seija’s friends. “Seija...Seija I have to go. Tell...tell your Carna friends that should not touch my blood. It is poisionous. From the...from the anthro testing, you know.” He paused, stopping at the door to the way out and calling back. “I am glad that I..that I could keep you safe. I will come find you again soon. Meet me...meet me at the cliffs in...in three days.” And just as the front door swung open, Kincaid slipped out the back and limped his way to wherever Nyx was. He would find the Keepers and ship him back to the labs to get fixed up in no time. For Seija he could only hope her people would take care of her.

ooc; I hope it's okay if I ended it here, I didn't know what else to have him do without risking her getting infected XD We can plan for the next thread! o3o

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