mistymansion | just the two of us (lobco & thk)

The Hollow Knight was standing in the entrance hall, back curled over so that its horns didn't bump against the ceiling. It waited patiently for Lobco: the receptionist could not speak in the hand-signs they had been learning, and so the Hollow Knight had decided to let him deal with the other guests while she came.

It was still somewhat thrilling to have the strength of will to decide, and to not feel guilty for nurturing it. Or, at the very least, feel only a little guilt.

When she came, the Hollow Knight straightened up slightly. It was an unconscious move, similar to the way a smile might brighten the face of a more expressive being. That was only strengthened when it immediately knelt to be on more of a level with her, and raised its hand in greeting.

And the other for her to take, if she wanted.

When she saw them there a wide smile spread across her face and her antennas curled in delight. She raised her hand in return, hurrying to them, and when once in front of them she took their hand between both of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Hollow Knight! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?"

She turned slightly to face the receptionist and gave them a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Adrian. This is my partner I told you about. Hollow Knight. Hollow Knight, this is Adrian. Would it be alright if we go ahead to our room?"

Adrian cheerily waved at them and nodded.

It shook its head, content that she was here and happy to see it. It was still such a strange idea, that someone would be happy to see it. But Grimm and its sibling made that obvious, and so it could accept it from others.

Gently, it held her small hand in its own, and gestured for her to lead them on. It kept its shoulders curled and its spine bent so it could more easily hold her, but also so it didn't bash its horns against the doorframes.

It was little wonder that the Root remained stationary, until She felt She had to move.

At the go ahead from both Adrian and Hollow Knight, Lobco took the lead, taking them down one of the western corridors. She had never once in her life imagined that she would ever work at a place like Roman Holiday, but she had to admit she had taken to it rather quickly. It was nice to be able to help people relieve themselves of any built up stress and relax, and it was even nicer to be able to take advantage of the benefits.

Such as being able to bring your partner to a private bath.

The room that Lobco brought the two of them to was one of their smallest--no need to get one of the fancier, larger pools given the size of their party. The walls and floor were a soothing terracotta color, with the exception of the area right around the pool, instead painted in deep hues of sky and marine blue in a swirling pattern, almost like interlacing tendrils.

It was left sparkling clean for them, the water already filled to the brim. A pleasant, sweet, but no overpowering scent filled the air from all the soaps, bath bombs and perfumes laid out on the side of the pool for them to choose from.

To one corner were lockers and after closing and locking the door, Lobco nodded to them.

"Would you like to hang your cloak up?"

A bath was not unlike a hot spring. Perhaps it would not have the soothing effects of one, but it would be a welcome reprieve nonetheless. That it would share that gentleness with Lobco was a singularly wonderful thing, and would have been worth it even if a bath did nothing at all.

The Hollow Knight removed its cloak, unfastening the ties its sister had so expertly woven into the fabric. It swung the cloak from its shoulders in a rippling spiral of fabric, admiring even now the excellence of her craftsmanship. Wherever she was now, it wished her well.

Once the cloak was safely stowed away, the Hollow Knight came to the lip of the pool. It reached down with one long finger, testing the water. Warm. Pleasant to the touch. The ripple that spread out from its touch reminded it so sweetly of the springs in Hallownest.

Carefully, it lowered itself into the water, slipping in with the minimal amount of disturbance it could make. It was large, and the bath hardly a pool, but it found if it sat down, it could submerge most of its body.

Gently, it raised one hand, steam rising from the black carapace, and held it out to Lobco, to help her into the bath as well.

As Hollow Knight divested themselves of their cloak, Lobco too unbuttoned and pulled off her work attire, carefully hanging it up. Her eyes flickered to the side to watch Hollow Knight, but only for a moment before she put her undergarments in a basket at the bottom of the locker and grabbed a towel to wrap around herself.

She understood--or at least from what she had gathered that the bugs of Hallownest didn't really have a concept of nudity. It wasn't particularly alarming--after all she felt no need to wear clothing when she was in her shrimp form or any derivative of it. None of the animals back home wore them. Most of the animals in their natural form, however, weren't bipedal in the way Hollow Knight, Knight or Grimm were so it definitely felt different seeing them without their cloak.

With one hand holding her towel in place, Lobco made her way over to Hollow Knight and took the offered hand gratefully, slowly lowering herself into the bath letting out a small, contented sigh as she did so. After a long day at work this was a blessing.

"Thank you."

Even nicer was being able to spend time alone with Hollow Knight. She had every intention of inviting Grimm, Grimmchild and Knight as well some day, but she wanted to enjoy an instance just with her partner.

She grabbed a loofah and one of the soaps and held them up to Hollow Knight.

"May I?"

It tilted its head, watching as she lifted the loofah. Its washes in Hallownest had been perfunctory, sensible things. It wasn't there to luxuriate, no matter how it had felt. Being able to do so here had been a strange and wonderful thing, and it would ever treasure the memory of bathing in that hot spring, surrounded by snow, and with its sibling and Hornet beside it. But even then, it hadn't been washed.

If it had had a heart, it may well have been thundering in its chest. As it was, that blossoming brightness of its soul flared above the ocean of void inside of it, causing ripples across the dark surface. The disturbed water did not turn turbulent, however, but instead lapped at the feeling, turning it soothing.

Accepting feelings was just as new as luxuriating, it seemed.

So it nodded at her, but before she could begin, it lowered its head until it was close to her face. Though it could not kiss her, it nuzzled the blunt end of its mask against her hair as it brought up a fingertip to touch the bow of her lips.

A soft giggle escaped her when she felt their mask nuzzling the top of her head. Their gestures communicated much, and they were so, so sweet. Sometimes it felt like she was with a very, very affectionate cat when it came to their mannerism and their actions just made her feel so cared for. At the touch of their finger to her lip, she kissed it.

Wanting to do more, she stood up so she could reach their head and, setting the loofah aside for a moment, gently took their head in her hands so she could press a kiss to their mask. First one to the end of their mask, then a little below their eyes, and finally one above them, where the crack in their mask began.

"Love you." She whispered, eyes crinkled as she gazed at them before scooting behind them, sitting on the edge of the bath and grabbing the loofah once again.

The shrimp lathered up the loofah before finally beginning on their back, wiping it slowly in gentle, firm, circular motions.

It was perfectly still in her hands. Had its mask been able to, its eyes would have closed to slits as it enjoyed her kisses. Her little whisper made it flush with delight, the feeling rippling in its soul and lapping against the Void within.

Love you, it signed just as she slipped around behind it. Her touch was gentle and soothing against its carapace, and it leaned forward, resting its arms against the lip of the bath as she washed its back. Such intimacy was heady and strange, even in a place where it had become somewhat used to touch.

Its back arched slightly, before it stretched out its neck and spine to their full extent, once again rather like a lazy cat.

There were times when being told that scared her. Reminded her of the other person who use to whisper it to her over and over again. It happened less and less so, and at this moment, coming from Hollow Knight, she felt at ease. She felt so happy. So happy to have been wrong in thinking that no one would ever truly love for her, so happy to have been wrong in thinking that she would never be able to trust someone again. So happy to just be by their side.

Lobco had to bite her lip to not giggle at the sight. The mannerisms of the vessels were so curious to her. Were other bugs of Hallownest prone to this type of behavior as well, or was this something innate to just them? Grimm technically wasn't from Hallownest and she and Hornet had only ever had short chats together so she didn't really have much more to go off of.

Whatever the case may be, she couldn't help but be charmed and it was encouraging to know she was doing a decent job. She was a masseuse here and not a bath attendant so this was a bit of a first.

Them stretching forward made it much more easy to reach the rest of them. Their shell was so sleek and pretty--it wasn't hard to clean down at all but she still took her time, wiping up and down their back, applying more pressure and sliding the loofah beneath them to lather up their front.

Eventually she slid back into the water so she could move forward and reach their shoulders and neck. The towel around her was losing its grip which she knew would happen eventually...with a little bit of shyness she finally just pulled it off and set it to the side.

So as not to dwell too much on her own nudity Lobco let the loofah float on the water and placed both her hands on Hollow Knight's shoulders. Massage was significantly more difficult when all the muscles were protected by a hard exoskeleton, but this would be fun and a learning experience.

A rush of Chroma raced through her as she placed her hands upon their shoulder. There was no need to warm them up, with the heady heat of the bath's water rising up around them but instinct them her run her hands across them all the way, sliding up and down, left to right, thumping. There was no tissue she could grab but she gave a small squeeze along their shoulder and check before she paused.

The space where their shoulder and arm connected was ridged, as most of their joints seemed to be. That looked a little promising but she was a little worried it might be uncomfortable to be touched there. Experimentally she brushed her hands there, watching to see how it was received.

A deep tissue massage just wasn't as effective on a carapace as it was on skin and muscle. The contact was what was important, however, and the intimacy of bathing even more so. Yes, Chroma was an important thing in this place, but both of them allowing themselves to feel both vulnerable and valuable enough to be this close to each other eclipsed it by far.

Lobco slipping her towel off only added to that. It hadn't taken long for the Hollow Knight to realize how important clothing were to the majority here, and how sensual removing it could be for them. For Lobco to do it around them spoke volumes for her comfort, and to be a source of that for her... If it could have sighed in pleasure, it would have.

She still wanted to dote on it, and so it didn't have time to wrap its arms around her, skin to shell, but that could come later. It kept itself stretched out, enjoying the feel of her hands on it, and the warm water lapping against its shell.

And then came the brush to the jointed segments of its body.

It jolted at first, similar to an involuntary muscle twitch. The Hollow Knight turned its head to look at what she was doing, flexed the joint slightly, and then laid it back down. It bowed its head to her to try to show that it hadn't minded the touch.

In fact, it had been quite pleasant.

When they jolted Lobco pulled her hands away slightly and watched their reaction. At the bow, she understood their message and smiled in relief, giving them a quick kiss. Good to know that hadn't been a pained reaction.

She began with their left arm, massaging it as best as could, and letting her thumb roll over each of those sensitive joints. When she reached their hand she couldn't help but thread her fingers through theirs, lifting it and placing it in the palm of her other hand.

There were no palm lines to trace but she still enjoyed outlining their hand and the smoothness of their shell. To be able to touch them like this filled her with a confused mix of giddiness, contentment and nervousness. When done with that hand, she moved around them to their right arm and repeated the process. When she finished with their right hand instead of placing it back down she held onto it for a moment, holding it against her cheek.

[ It shivered in pleasure whenever her fingers ghosted over its joints, and the sweetness of the touch against its hands was delightful. It was so hard to believe that this was happening now, and that guilt was little more than a whisper against its mind, barely stirring the calm ocean of Void within it.

When she held its hand to her cheek, it lightly curled its fingers against her. It raised its other hand to lightly touch the bow of her lip. Equally as gently, it soon brushed its finger over her lips - the closest it could come to giving her the kisses that she so freely gifted to it. ]

The simple act of them curling their fingers against her cheek filled her with a sensation that both warmed her, and made her ache. How sweet it was just to feel their hand against her cheek; their palm was cool and hard, but carried with it such an indescribable gentleness and care. This was something she had yearned for so much: to be touched in such a manner, and to be able to touch someone likewise.

It was almost embarrassing how much of an effect it had on her, the way it filled her chest with butterflies and almost made her eyes well up.

She closed them and took a deep breath to steady herself, kissing their finger. Lobco didn't want to give them the wrong impression.

"Thank you, Hollow Knight."

It was concerning, at first, to see her eyes well up with tears. Their time in the mindlink had let it know, but there was so much about her trauma it found hard to understand. For that moment, it had worried that it overstepped a boundary, reminded her of that awful monster that plagued her, and the Void seethed in soothing anger for her, and boiled in unsettling worry also.

All was put right when she kissed its fingertip. Some tension it had held at the sight of her tears went out of it. It brought a second finger to joint the first one. Soon, it had dipped its head and curled its back, and laid the blunt 'snout' of its mask against her head, allowing her to press herself against the curve of its neck and shoulder.

It would give her the gentleness she deserved. She worked so hard to do the same to it; it wanted to try the same for her.

When Hollow Knight learned down towards her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Lobco in turn leaned into them. Her arms wrapped around their shoulders and she drew herself closer, tucking her head into the crook of their neck.

The shrimp let out a happy hum and at the affectionate bump to her head, and her antennae responded in turn by patting against their head. She was lucky.

She was so, so lucky to have had the chance to meet them, that they can be together right now.

"I'm ok, please don't worry. It felt really, really nice."

It was a little embarrassing that she'd let herself get so emotional over something so small but it felt easy to be able to speak honestly with Hollow Knight.

At the very least about this.

Edited (accidentally sent before finishing) 2020-10-09 01:33 (UTC)

It very rarely felt frustrated at its lack of noise. Speech, even breath - these little things would have been so useful to let Lobco know it felt in response to her words. It didn't want to disrupt their hold to nod to her. If only there was a more simple way.

But such things weren't the case, and could never be. It let the frustration sink into the Void, be lapped and consumed by that comforting emptiness, and instead held the pleasure rippling on the shores above it. Like a pale, luminous moon above a dark ocean.

It let its shoulders slump in response to her words, as if having exhaled a great and comfortable sigh. Perhaps that would do. Lobco was so good at parsing its body language by now. It tapped her lips lightly with each smooth, cool finger, pressing another 'kiss' there.

The way they slumped forward seemed to speak of relief and it brought her more happiness to have yet another display of how much they cared, and how different things were with them. They cared about her boundaries, and in turn it made it not only easier to cross those, but even made her want to do so more.

A touch, another one--each tap to her lips. It was such an adorable gesture. The press was met with a kiss in turn to each fingertip until the last one, when she finally leaned in to press a kiss to the side of their neck.

"..."

Could she? Would it be alright to ask? Was she ready? She felt certain she was, and she really wanted to but would it be ok to ask?

"Um...Hollow Knight..."

She had tensed slightly in its arms again, but it wasn't worried this time. Her tone was not panicked or worried despite the hesitance therein. It drew back a little to look at her, the blank face of its mask eternally patient. The shade beneath was patient also, though if it could have been, it would have made an effort to be more encouraging.

It nodded once, to show that she could go on.

"Uh. I was wondering if..."

Now that she was here, with Hollow Knight so kindly and patiently encouraging her to speak up, Lobco wasn't sure how to go about this. Directly asking 'can we have sex?' was horrendously unromantic but she also knew that hinting and skirting around the question might not come through to someone raised as a vessel. That though leads to question of if it would be okay to ask?

"If it would be ok if..."

With what the two of them had been through, they had talked about boundaries in the past; especially in a place like Prisma, sex was a topic they had? to discuss. As much as Lobco had come to love this place, there were still many times the influences of that came about because of the Moonblessings worried her. So, while nervous at first, they had talked about it and she ended up so beyond grateful for how they had listened and asked without pressing her too hard for information.

In turn she had learned about them, how their body was sexless, and how they did not have sexual function as most others did. Would it be alright to ask this of them when there wouldn't really be a way for her to make them feel as she could feel? Lobco's experiences had only ever been with someone who took and demanded.

Yet back then they had assured her that whether she ever wanted to, or never wanted to they would be content to follow her lead on the matter. Should she just take their word for it and be honest? What if they ended up becoming uncomfortable or hating it but went along it for her sake?

...agh. This was hard. How did people do it? How did sex just naturally happen? Honesty and communication had worked wonders for the two of them since they began their relationship, so she should say voice all her concerns after asking, right?

Right.

"Hollow Knight. Could we--"

Wait. Maybe this wasn't the best place to ask this. While it certainly wasn't against the rules for people to get intimate in the baths she knew that was still extra work for the cleaning crew. Not to mention if they did go through with it she'd be in this body and it's not really the most comfortable place for lovemaking.

"Go to your place afterwards. I mean. Could I spend the night with you?"

Lobco was not like it. She never could be - the circumstances of its birth were too unique to the world it lived in for anyone to be like it. However, her experiences, in a way, had led her to have a similar way of parsing difficult emotion. There was a feeling of shame attached, of not being allowed to feel them, of having to navigate around why they were, or that it was all right to do so. It could recognize that. She needed it now.

It watched as she worked through what it assumed was a difficult question. Gently, it reached out to touch her cheek, steady her. Had it lips, it may have given her an encouraging smile. All it had were gentle gestures.

Slowly, it nodded its head to her, knowing that that wasn't what she had meant to ask - not in its entirety. There would be a further question she would want to pursue there, and it would be happy to answer for her once they arrived.

"Thank you."

Lobco leaned her cheek into that hand, giving them a sheepish, apologetic look. It seemed to her that they had caught on that that wasn't exactly what she had meant to ask. She would try again once they had gotten to Hollow Knight's home.

Hopefully with a little more success.

Even if not the idea of spending a night with them was still something she looked forward to, regardless of what happened, and that helped to assuage her worries as well.

For now? Well, for now she picked the loofah back up to finish what she started. Best to make use of the time they still had remaining for this room.

It was a lovely experience, and the Hollow Knight left feeling its shell buffed to a fine polish, healthy and glowing. It walked hand in hand with Lobco from the bathhouse through to the residential area. It hadn't moved from its original lodging - indeed, it hardly used them, except to store things.

The house was somewhat bare, with the few items it had been gifted reverently displayed on the otherwise bare shelves, with its old, broken nail and tattered, ragged cloak in prime spot. Nestled atop the ragged fabric was the shining icon of the Pale King.

Beside that was a small incense burner, which the Hollow Knight gently disentangled its hand from Lobco's own to light. The scent was slightly spicy, with a smoky, tea-like scent to it otherwise.

That done, it turned back to her, took her hand again, and led her over to the couch. It was clean and comfortable, though obviously not much used. It was sure to fluff the cushions with one hand before she sat.

The walk back to Hollow Knight's place was enough to help settle some of the anxieties that had built up in Lobco. Having their hand in hers seemed to always help her calm down and think clearly, and the companionable silence they could share was something that she treasured.

Once inside, Lobco gave a cursory look around the apartment. She remembered when she had first come here, back when they had taken care of some baby dragons. The apartment was still spartan--or at spartan as it could be in this futuristic city, but she could see the tell tale signs of something entirely Hollow Knight.

Her eyes lingered on the idol atop their cloak as Hollow Knight lit the incense, until they took her hand once again, and she smiled, following them over to the couch.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you," She signed with her free hand, "and sorry if I acted a little strange back at the bathhouse when I asked. There was something more I wanted to ask but I wasn't sure if it was the best place or if it would be..."

She trails off her hand stilling as once again she tries to work out the best way to phrase this. The free hand goes to her cheek as she feels it warming up once again.

"If it would be selfish...but. I wanted to ask if. If we could have sex." The redness is reaching out to the tips of her ears now and she can't quite look at them.

Ah. That certainly did explain it.

Sex was no sacred topic to the Hollow Knight. Its Mother and Father were lovers, and bugs were not precisely prudish about a natural act. It understood the mechanics and the end results. While it was equipped for neither, it could form something to approximate the former without issue.

What made sex important to it was the value Lobco placed on the act. It knew her trauma as she knew its own. Something that should have been a mutually pleasing joining had been tainted for her. It spoke to her strength and newfound comfort that she could broach the subject.

And she wanted to have sex with it. The affection it felt lapped gently at the ocean of Void inside itself, making the light of soul that hung above shine in brightest joy.

The Hollow Knight raised a finger to place under her chin, turning her face up to meet its mask. Slowly, deliberately, it nodded its head, so that she could not sorry that she had misinterpreted the answer. It then lowered the muzzle of its mask to her lips, as of it could kiss her as she kissed it.

As they tilted her chin upward, Lobco felt relief wash over her, and then happiness as they pressed the end of their mask against her lips. Their very pointed nod, that they made sure she saw, communicated everything that may have plagued her about their own willingness and interest.

The shrimp gave a shy little laugh against their mask and kissed them, raising her hands to caress their face. Excitement and nervousness twisted her stomach in knots; but it was not the fear that usually plagued her in the past when someone got too long, solely simple performance jitters.

"Thank you, my knight." She gave them another kiss, then a small moment of hesitation before she shifted herself onto their lap, embracing them.

She was a warm and welcome weight against it. The Hollow Knight shifted so that she could arrange herself more comfortably. It knew its carapace was hard, so it wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. This was a big step for Lobco, and an important one. For her, sexual activity was an affirmation of herself. It was something she could choose to take part in, choose to do. It was her choice to share that part of herself.

The Hollow Knight had no right to be proud of her, and yet it felt so overwhelmingly so. She was an inspiration. A beauty.

One of its large hands gently rested on her waist, supporting her. The other tilted her chin up again, making her look. It wiggled its finger at her, not in a chiding or refusing way, but questioning. Then it pointed down, to where her hips were against its smooth pelvic area.

What did she want it to have?

There had been many times that Lobco had thought about doing this with Hollow Knight, and always she had been a little confused about how exactly it would go. The shrimp had never really gone to far down that road since for all she knew she would never be able to have sex, or Hollow might never be interested.

Now that this was happening she had wished she had thought ahead a little more since she's really not sure what to do or say. She can get more or less what they are trying to say to her but the truth of the matter is she doesn't really know and more importantly she feels something like this should be left up to Hollow, it is after all their body. She doesn't want to feel like she is shoving off the choice but she can't really make one without taking their feelings into account.

"Ah. Is there not something that you are most comfortable with or prefer?"

The Hollow Knight wasn't a prudish creature, nor was it naive. It knew about sex, and it knew the parts the biological males, females, and those who were neither ought to have. It seemed to it that Lobco had something similar to an ovipore, and therefore it would make most biological sense to give itself something similar to an aedeagus.

However, it knew that this was not just about sense, biological or otherwise. Lobco felt things like this with a passion it couldn't conceive of, and not just because it had tried for so long not to feel or think. What she wanted might be very different to what 'made sense' to have.

As it had no preference, and no feelings of discomfort one way other the other, the Hollow Knight reluctantly lifted its hands off of her, and quickly signed.

"No. Shall I try different ones?"

"I think that would probably be best." It was difficult for her to decide because it was hard for her not to consider this a very personal matter. A part of her wondered if she was doing Hollow Knight an injustice when she put so much importance on it when it might not matter to them at all, but it was difficult to fight old habits and thought patterns.

She takes the hand they used to sign and kisses their palm.

It does not escape her that they are very likely trying to consider what may be most comfortable for her as well due to her trauma but Lobco doesn't correlate what happened to her with the type of equipment Hijoushiki had. His actions would have hurt all the same, and she knew very well that any type of person could be capable of such acts.

But she pushed those thoughts away, not wanting them to ruin the moment.

All right. It curled its fingers against her face, happy to have been kissed. Yes. Happy. It could accept that it felt that, because it was fine to feel, fine to think. Some guilt lingered, as it always would, but that guilt had no place in this moment, and it let it sink into the Void.

She had said that they had best try different ones. All right. The sensible thing, it thought, would be to create the obvious parts. That meant the aedeagus.

The shell near its pelvic area softened as it returned to Void. The Hollow Knight concentrated on changing its body. The easiest thing to make where the shadow tentacles it had been taught, and so it started with those.

The shrimp gave a small, happy hum and leaned her head into that hand. She appreciated Hollow Knight's patience with her, and these small, gentle touches set her heart aflutter.

Though instinct made her a little embarrassed about starting so directly at someone's crotch, curiosity won out and she watched as Hollow Knight altered their body. She hadn't often seen them do it, as they hadn't experienced much need to. It was so different, and apparently so much more versatile than her own abilities.

She watched as the tentacles grew, face becoming even pinker. A hand reached out to touch their chest and began to slide slowly downward, before pausing.

"May I?"

Touch was not a rare event to it anymore, and Lobco's even less than most others. It didn't jump at the contact, but rather seemed to relax against it. The tentacles curled in easy rest, and it tilted back its head as her hand made contact with its shell. Though it couldn't close its eyes, the angle gave a very real suggestion of them having been closed to slits of pleasure.

It raised a hand in the sign for go ahead, the gesture only slightly shaky as it enjoyed her slow movement.

With permission granted, Lobco's hand continued to trail down from their chest, to between their legs. The shrimp leaned in close to rest against their shell, enjoying the bug's proximity.

When she reached the tentacles she slid her fingers against one with the utmost gentleness, uncertain as to if they were sensitive or fragile. She ghosted along the curve of a tendril before curling it around.

They weren't sensitive in the way a normal phallus would be, but they did quiver when Lobco touched them. The Hollow Knight felt its head tilt back, outwith its own volition. Bodies were such odd things, when paired with minds...

... it didn't have the time to think of something like that. Not when she curled her hand around the tentacle, and held it so tenderly. If the Hollow Knight could have let out a breath, it would have. Instead, its head tilted back a little more, and its large horns gently tapped against the bath in a little thunk.

just the two of us (lobco & thk)

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time skip mayhaps? O:

oh lord we're skipping

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