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October 25
Your unknown color

[A/N Spoilers up till just past Dreadnought Leviathan.� Playing on, I am convinced this is an OTP.
:O smut on the go! Just as the last fic, I have no idea what will happen in the
rest of the game, so apologies for OOCs or inaccuracies. XD Pretty much PWP
(lol).� I might get on to some actually
meaningful fic, when I get to other areas in the game, but seeing the gorgeous
cinematic of the Marquis� residence and the time gap, I just had to write
this.]

Something of value

Basch left Vaan contently browsing the buffet of light (and
somewhat oddly spiced) finger foods in the lounge of the guest quarters and
headed for the bedchambers, intent on following the pirates� example and taking
a nap before their audience with the Marquis at sunset.� He had a suspicion regarding the Marquis�
intentions, and knew he should try to get all the rest he could � it would
likely be a busy night.� Still, it
wouldn�t do to tell the others � he didn�t particularly enjoy handling panic.

Admittedly, he wasn�t sure if the sky pirate Balthier had
already guessed � those piercing eyes saw and understood far more than he
probably disclosed, and he had been suspiciously sparse on his cutting wit ever
since the incident in the Cloudborne tavern that had gained them said
audience.� He had also been the first to
announce that he was going to rest, upon being escorted to the guest quarters �
Fran had stayed to sample some of the food, had pulled a face, then sniffed
consideringly at the air from the balcony, before following suit.

Balthier.�
Ever since the �repayment� he had undertaken on the trip to Bhujerba, he
couldn�t quite keep his mind firmly on priorities.� When following Vaan about on his clan hunts, he�d noted his eyes,
more often than not, straying from attention to dangerous surroundings to the
sky pirate�s lithe form.� A fleeting
smirk, once, when their eyes met by accident, told him that Balthier certainly
knew that he was being watched.

The palatial marble floor slowly gave to a plush maroon carpet
stitched with impressions of Bhujerba native wildlife � steelings twisted
around each other, under his feet, and there was a painting of the Nidhogg
(somewhat inaccurate, but otherwise fairly decent) next to two crystal vases of
fresh, heavily scented skyborne pink lilies.�
The wall to the left opened to a narrow balcony with a fragile,
intricately knotted silver railing overlooking a dizzying drop to a gently
roiling sea of clouds, framed by the arching, fragile-seeming blue crystal that
fanned like outstretched wings to either side of the Marquis� residence.� To the right, marble blocks segmented five
guest chambers � all with doors open save the one closest to him.�

A quick glance in the others showed that Fran had occupied
the room at the end � at her questioning look he retreated to the room next to
Balthier�s, unbuckling his scabbard and placing his sword and shield gingerly
on the desk with its convoluted inlay of mother-of-pearl and bronze; then the
plates of armor that had been buckled a little haphazardly to his clothes.� The room smelled pleasantly of sandalwood,
and was far larger and richer than any room Basch had owned in his life � he
sat on the plush featherdown bed and stared at his hands.�

He should rest.�

Borrowed clothes, a mismatching set cobbled together for his
long frame � Vossler had done his best, on short notice, but it reminded Basch
all too easily of his current status as a fugitive.� Balthier�s words haunted him.�
He had nothing of value that belonged to him that didn�t have to do with
battle.�

Oddly enough, that disconcerted him � he knew, logically,
that it shouldn�t.� After all, he was a
fugitive, and endeavoring to set things right, to aid the resistance, stopping
Vayne, rescuing Ashe � those things were far more important than whether or not
he had a few sentimental keepsakes to his person, or property, or� no, what
Balthier had meant (or had not, but which Basch had surmised) was that he
possessed no human ties, of value.�

Admittedly, that wasn�t particularly his fault, either.� Technically, he was dead � announced dead,
anyway, which seemed to amount to more or less the same thing; and he had
�died� executed as a kingslayer.� He had
no one in this world right now save a man who didn�t trust him (Vossler), a boy
whose brother had effectively died under his command, and two pirates, one of
whom wasn�t even human.� The other saw
him as something like a mobile piece of weaponry.

Or did he? Basch considered that point.� It didn�t make logical sense for Balthier to
have stopped Vaan from landing a hit, in Nalbina, nor his decision to take
Basch along.� In his own words, without
weaponry or armor, Basch had been more of a burden than any aid at all � up
till they had chanced on a corpse in the tunnels.� So his words to Vaan made no sense.

A hidden streak of compassion, perhaps, for caged birds,
from someone used to freedom in the sky? Or something else? Several times,
during the escape from the dungeons, Balthier had stopped Vaan from
antagonizing him, with bored comments about how he didn�t particularly want to
have to spend the night without a warm bed, though if Vaan seemed intent on
wasting time, he was free to do so by himself.�
Come to think of it, that particular observation-reaction didn�t make
logical sense, either.

Unless Balthier was, simply put, attracted to him.� That would at least explain the odd lean
towards compassion on his part, while refusing to help Vaan regarding setting
off to rescue his friend up until there was some profit in it.� At least after he had been freed and when
the party had been temporarily out of reach of the Judge.� The way the sky pirate�s priorities seemed
to run, his own skin appeared to be of overriding importance.�

If he could conclude that � well, it was flattering.�

Basch rolled onto his back on the bed, cushioning his head
on his arms, staring up at the tiled ceiling.�
Entrapped in thought, it would be difficult to sleep.

Flattering.� And
Basch had to admit that he himself was attracted to the pirate � Balthier was
handsome, witty and obviously intelligent (though also apparently capricious
and amoral) � if he hadn�t been, he certainly wouldn�t have proposed that
particular method of debt resolution.�
The whimpers, the abortive bucks and the way the other man had moaned
his name with that hitch in his voice�

It was definitely going to be difficult to sleep.� Lust temporarily assuaged by his hand in the
Strahl came back with a vengeance � Basch rolled over with a muffled
groan.� And Balthier was just next door�

Several hours to sunset.

Nothing of value.

Galling.

He wanted the sky pirate.� The revelation, couched in a sudden surge of possessiveness,
startled Basch � he frowned, and tensed, thinking that over.� An irrational impulse to make sure Balthier
would never quite look at another person, another man, ever again.� A difficult feat to perform, perhaps, but�
several hours, to sunset.

Basch rolled to his feet, controlling himself with some
effort, then walked out of the chambers.�
He watched the endless clouds, for a moment, from the balcony, as he
gathered his conviction for the irrational impulse, and knocked on Balthier�s
door.

There was a sleepy, muttered oath, then, �Who?�

�It�s Basch,� Basch said.�
�I need to talk to you.�

�Can this wait?� Sleep-husked annoyance, but the door opened
after a moment, to show a somewhat rumpled Balthier with adorably mussed hair,
rubbing his eyes and yawning, padding back towards the bed and leaning against
the framed window.� His leather vest,
boots and belts lay neatly on the dresser, and his white shirt was open,
showing tanned muscle, liberally scarred.�
Basch suppressed the impulse to salivate with a swallow, and shut the
door behind them.� Balthier folded his
arms.� �I�ll have you know that this had
better be important.� I haven�t had the
pleasure of a decent sleep in a comfortable bed ever since I made Vaan�s
acquaintance.�

�Very important,� Basch agreed, walking up into Balthier�s
personal space.� The sky pirate arched
an eyebrow, but didn�t move, up until Basch lowered his head and captured his
lips in a kiss that, though gentle, was insistently possessive.� He could feel Balthier tense as he was
trapped between the wall and a heavier frame � hands slipped up to his
shoulders, though lips stayed tightly closed.�
Then they parted in a gasp as Basch pushed a knee between leather-clad
legs, and he pressed his advantage, languidly exploring the other man�s
mouth.� Spice.� He stroked splayed, rough palms up Balthier�s ribs, under the
open shirt, then down the arched back, exploring slight ridges from scar
tissue.� The life of a sky pirate, it
seemed, was mapped also in the remnants of pain.

When he hooked thumbs into the hem of Balthier�s breeches,
the other man seemed to break free of the spell wrought by kisses and caresses
� he stopped rubbing insistently against Basch�s thigh, pressing a palm between
their lips and panting, eyes closed, obviously trying to get this
bearings.� �Basch.� Deserted by his
customary dry wit in his sleep-fogged state, slightly flushed, lips swelling,
the sky pirate had never looked more handsome.�
�What are you trying to��

Basch nipped at the callused palm � Balthier jerked his hand
away, with a low curse.� The taller man
pressed one hand on the wall next to the sky pirate�s head, and smiled, lopsidedly.� �I should think it quite obvious, to a man
of your intellect, Balthier.�

Balthier closed his eyes, his chest heaving, then hissed
when Basch bent his head to mouth along his neck, fingers curling through
sun-touched gold hair.� When, with a
final lick, Basch looked back at him, the pirate was smirking.� �I suppose I should have foreseen this, what
with your eyes all but burning through my back throughout the Lhusu mines.�

�Evidently,� Basch agreed, slipping a hand between them to
squeeze the hardening shaft pointedly.�
�And I you, for how you always appear to have an eye on me and a word in
edgewise for my ears whenever there�s even a hint of trouble.�

�There�s a good reason for that, you realize,� Balthier
drawled, even as he thrust his hips into the pressure, dancing fingers over the
curve of muscle on Basch�s arms.� �So
far, I�ve seen nothing that would lead me to believe that your judgment can be
trusted.�

�Oh?� Basch rubbed a tongue over pierced lobes � the
earrings on the dresser, it seemed, with the rest of Balthier�s gear � exciting
a soft groan.�

�Come now,� Balthier made a valiant effort to keep up the
banter, even as his voice took on a strained note, �What sane person would book
passage on a pirate airship, with only a boy for company, and go haring off to
Bhujerba and lend his aid to business that is absolutely none of his concern,
when it would have been far simpler and safer to fly conventionally?�

Basch nosed under the loose collar and nibbled his
shoulder.� �I would have been caught,
trying to fly here by conventional means.�

�You may be an outlaw, but take it from me, pay an Atmos
operator enough and they�ll fly anywhere, no questions asked � and you did have
your cut from the sale of loot coming out of Nalbina.� By the by, I did think for a moment that the Nidhogg had
accomplished what Ondore�s executioner did not.� Balthier tilted his head,
baring more of his neck to roving teeth and tongues.

�Mm.� Basch slipped one roving hand down to cup a pert
rump.� �Speak for yourself.� Why aid Vaan when it gives you no profit?�

�He does have something promised to me,� Balthier reminded
him, with a little quirk to his lips.�
�And as a whole, I�m rather against killing children to get what I
want.�

�Even the mob hunts, and his sudden impulse to explore the
mines despite having seen Penolo go off with Larsa?�

�If he got eaten by any number of the distressingly
aggressive monsters within Lhusu, it would be a decided pain to have to hunt up
the Goddess magicite then, wouldn�t it?� Balthier countered, sounding more and
more like his cocksure normal self by the minute.� �You�ll never know which stomach it�d end in.�

That had to be remedied, Basch decided, and used his
superior weight and the element of surprise to tumble them onto the large bed,
pressing Balthier down by his shoulder with one hand and unbuckling his own
belt with the other, swallowing a yelp of protest with a rough kiss.� Hands pulled their bodies close � and Basch
moaned, deep in his throat, as a buck under him rubbed their growing erections
together.�

Balthier was still too much in control for what he had
planned � Basch grabbed slender wrists, binding them with a loop of his belt,
then forced arms up over the sky pirate�s head before Balthier could jerk away,
knotting it in a loop to the head of an unidentifiable carved animal (skaven,
artistic license?) on the headboard, securing it efficiently and ignoring the
indignant snarl under him.� He straddled
hips until Balthier stopped struggling, and smirked.� He was allowed that much, he felt.

Balthier was obviously very put out � his eyes flickered
constantly between the loops of leather that secured his wrists, the door, and
Basch�s frame � he bared his teeth, then held Basch�s gaze, evenly.� �Careless of me.�

Basch inclined his head.�
Balthier�s body was still, with panicky tension � birds too used to
freedom didn�t take well to jesses, and the sky pirate was no exception.� Careful persuasion was required.� Basch began by rubbing his tongue over the
soft underside of Balthier�s arms, pushing up the shirt to his elbows, over the
shoulder joint, supporting his weight over the other man with an elbow, his
free hand stroking over ribs and flanks in caresses meant to reassure rather
than arouse.� Something told him that
Balthier would bite, if kissed, at this moment, so he traced a path instead to
his chest, pebbling nipples with swirls of his tongue, taking his time,
watching the shadows from the window.�
He intended to make full use of all the hours until sunset, to
absolutely undo the other man.

The sky pirate was stubbornly silent � even affecting to
look bored, when Basch glanced up at him, though the tightly clenched jaw and
twitching muscles under his tongue spoke of his body�s betrayal.� Basch rocked back onto his haunches, to
strip off his jacket and his mismatched gear, dumping them off the bed � he
noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Balthier tracking his frame with
half-lidded eyes, lips slightly parted � though when he pressed a kiss to the
bared torso again, the sky pirate had regained control of his composure � there
was an affected yawn.� �Don�t mind me if
I sleep.� It�s been a long day.�

�Feel free,� Basch offered, as he traced the incline of hips
with his fingers, shifting back on the bed, smirking at Balthier�s snort of
irritation at the lack of a fished-for response.�

Basch watched carefully as he undid breeches and pulled them
off unresisting legs, admiring the symmetry of the slender shaft in its bed of
brown curls, but instead of touching it immediately � as Balthier seemed to
expect � he began by stroking thighs, nibbling at the soft underside, kissed
the joint, then turned to the other leg, this time licking up to the apex.� When Balthier tensed in anticipation, he chuckled,
instead bypassing the eager prick to tongue the sharp edges of hips, then the
heaving stomach.�

When Balthier finally made a sound � a hiss, really, of
frustration � Basch met glazed eyes dark with unfocused lust, for a long
moment, to inform the pirate that whatever he wanted would have to be bought by
stages of surrender � first with sound � and pulled a pillow up under his
hips.� He rubbed his tongue over sacs,
delicately, listening to the pirate exhale in a strangled gasp � then whine, as
he turned to the other.� When he pulled
away, there was an unintelligible curse, then bared teeth, as he blew over the
quivering tip.

�I won�t beg,� Balthier said shakily.�

�Not yet, anyway,� Basch smiled lazily.� �But you will.� He pressed the tip of his
tongue briefly into the slit.

�Gods damn it!� Balthier choked, tugging
ineffectively at the bindings on his wrists, as Basch held jerking hips down
firmly, and breathed a puff of warm air down the flushed prick.� �Basch!�

That was worth the next step, Basch decided, and ran his
tongue up the twitching shaft, taking his time now to tease and taste, as he
hadn�t been allowed to, that time, aboard the Strahl.� Breathless cries, as he laved warm flesh � Balthier�s head was
jerked back, his lips parted, though the tension in his arms and the way his
fingers were gripped so tightly over leather spoke of still considerable
resistance.� Eventually, Basch wrapped
lips around the leaking thick head, and sucked lightly.� Bitter, salt.

That got a whimper, and renewed yanks at the
belt.� Balthier was sweating, his toes
curled into the bedsheets, and he kicked, cursing, as Basch pressed his tongue
to the tip again and pulled back, waiting.�
When he was met with a defiant, but somewhat unfocused, glare, he
quirked his lips into a lopsided smile, and began to skate fingers up the
shaft.� When that got naught a sound at
all, he shrugged, removed the last of his confining clothes, and settled
between Balthier�s legs, watching the pirate�s gaze drop inexorably to his
shaft, eyes widening slightly.�

�Since you�re obviously not interested,� Basch�s voice
trailed off, as he took himself in hand, held Balthier�s gaze, and began to
stroke.�

Balthier blinked, then he bared his teeth again, into a
feral smile.� �When you�re done, I hope
you clean up, or I�m taking your room.� Breathless, edged with suppressed
hunger.� Basch smirked again, and bowed
his head, loosing some of his restraint, moaning and curling the fingers of his
supporting hand into the sheets as he felt the pressure begin to build, sitting
between prettily splayed legs, amused, despite his own need, at the sudden,
transient expression of shock as the pirate realized that the call of bluff had
pulled an equally strong hand.�

Just as Basch was beginning to be convinced that Balthier�s
self-control was inhuman, after all, nearing his peak with husky groans, there
was a low, breathy, �Wait.� And a much quieter, �Please.�

Basch stopped, despite the protests of his body, and
inclined his head.� �That wasn�t hard,
was it?�

Balthier cursed him, intoning each decidedly filthy
invocation with feeling, then groaned, in harsh relief, as Basch took him deep
into his throat, holding down his hips to prevent himself from being choked by
the bucks, the other hand teasing balls and stroking the spot of skin just beyond,
that shaped whimpers into choked, throaty moans of desperate need, sucking
fiercely.� As he felt the beginnings of
a pulse that signaled that Balthier was nearing completion, he pulled back
completely with a wet sound, and had to grin, at the sudden frantic jerks at
the belt on wrists � Balthier�s eyes were wide, incredulous, his handsome face
contorted in frustration and lust.�
�Don�t��

He leaned forward and pulled open the top drawer, searching
with fingers that trembled � he didn�t particularly want to use spit � and
noted Balthier catching on � the pirate looked uncertain, for a moment, then he
let out his breath in a low hiss of exasperation and resignation.� �Lowest drawer,� he grit out.

�Checked the place thoroughly for valuables, I see,� Basch
murmured, as he obliged, picking up the earthenware pot amongst the neatly
folded linens and moving back on his haunches, uncovering it and applying the
oily lubricant to his fingers.� When he
pushed the first finger past the ring of muscle, Balthier groaned, arching his
back, and pushed down insistently.�
Basch chuckled, his voice becoming strained, at the erotic sight �
Balthier so frantic with lust that his iron control was slipping.� �Patience.�

Probing in the tight glove, he finally found the gland he was
looking for, when Balthier�s face abruptly twisted, and he inhaled sharply �
brushing it, purposefully gentle, teasing, until the pirate let out a harsh
growl of frustration, writhing, his hair plastered to cheeks with sweat.� �More, damn you!�

�Be nice,� Balthier chided, his voice roughening, wanting no
more at this moment than to simply abandon his plans and bury himself in the
body offered to him � he controlled himself with a breath, and made as though
to pull his finger out.�

There was a whimper, heaving breaths, then, from behind
gritted teeth, �More.� Please.�

Basch pushed in a second finger, making sure to scissor to
stretch, in reward, then began thrusting them against the spot, allowing hips
to jerk down, the pirate impaling himself desperately on long fingers, gasping
when a third was added, his eyes closed, then he finally went still,
shuddering, his body clenching tightly, and he whispered, �It�s not� it�s not
enough.�

Basch nodded, even though Balthier couldn�t see it,
entranced by the sight, carefully storing it into his memory.� Distantly, he wondered if the pirate�s long
sleeves would hide the chafe marks on his wrists, later, as he waited for the
next step in submission.�

�I� I want� need�� Balthier looked up at him pleadingly,
then down at Basch�s ignored shaft and long fingers buried within his rump,
then sighed heavily.� �You�re� you�re
going to make me beg, again.�

Basch nodded.

�Bastard.� Balthier muttered, then inhaled sharply when
Basch pulled his fingers out.� �Ah! No��
Another slightly incoherent curse, followed by a heavy sigh, and he closed his
eyes.� �Please.�

Basch leaned over him, pressing his lips to his ear, and
murmured, �Please, what?�

The sky pirate snarled, in outrage and tightly wound
need.� �Gods-damned son of a bangaa!�

�I could leave you like this,� Basch purred, though he hoped
to the Gods that Balthier wouldn�t call his bluff on that.� There was no way he would be able to satisfy
his lust by himself, at this point.�
�Maybe your hand would be sufficient.�

�No� no, wait,� Balthier moaned, trying to buck his hips up
against any form of friction, and whimpering as he failed, trembling.� �Wait.�
Basch.�

�Mm?�

�I should feed you to the bats in the mines,� Balthier
muttered, his voice catching with each breath.�
�Take me.� Please.�

Basch nipped his ear, in acknowledgement, then gripped
slender hips, angling them as he pushed, in sweet, slow finality, all the way
to the hilt, listening to the drawn-out moan of tense relief from the
pirate.� So tight.� He shifted one hand down to the bed, to
drive himself a little deeper � legs wrapped around his waist, a heel pushing
at the small of his back.� �Balthier�� A
groan.� �Gods.�

After a while, broken by choked panting from both men, there
was a very soft, stricken, �Move.�
Please.��

He obliged, pulling out nearly all the way, then driving
back in a sharp thrust, drawing out a languid, yet brutal rhythm, supporting
hips as they rose to meet him, panting, Balthier�s hitching moans and the
involuntary yanks at the belt at each stroke singing a frantic, primal ecstasy
within him, with the squeezing flesh around him.� He realized he was breathlessly chanting the other man�s name, in
a tone that was almost reverent � and he groaned, when Balthier snarled, �Harder,
please-Gods-Basch� harder!�

Obeying was sweeter than he imagined, driving into the lithe
form with punishing thrusts, grunting with the effort, angling, finally rubbing
against the gland with the head of his shaft, making Balthier arch off the bed
with a hoarse yowl.� The prick between
their bodies smeared warmth over his belly, and he balanced himself, moving a
hand down to squeeze throbbing flesh, shakily, slippery with liquid, though he
leaned over again, when he felt Balthier begin to tense, gripping the base of
the pulsing shaft, growling, �You�re mine, Balthier.�

Balthier shook his head, dizzy with aborted lust, snarling
incoherently in another language, writhing, then finally stilling, panting,
wide-eyed, the plea written all over his slack features nearly undoing the
remnants of Basch�s determination.

�Say it,� Basch whispered, knowing he likely couldn�t last
far too long like this, trying to tease out a final submission.�

Balthier seemed to realize that � at least sublimally � he
frowned, as though trying to grasp a fleeting concept, enveloped in overriding
lust, then he snarled again, and exhaled angrily, arching to grind himself down
as deeply as he could, his head snapping back, then he whimpered, as that
wasn�t enough (though Basch had to bite down hard on his lip, not to lose
himself, at the sight and sensation, of the tight heat clamping down around
him).� �Please.�

�Wrong answer,� Basch said, sounding more blas� then he
felt, pulling out an inch � Balthier shook his head desperately, yanking at the
belt at his wrists, trying to gain control of enough of his mind to speak,
mouth working.

�Yours.� Yours,
you bastard!� A choked groan, as Basch�s hand went back to rough pumps, thrusts
becoming shallower, more brutal, the pirate gasping and keening, and finally,
with a shuddering moan, his head snapping back, Balthier spilled between
them.� It took a few more sharp thrusts
for Basch to follow suit, and he paused, chest heaving, on trembling arms,
riding out the overwhelming ecstasy, his vision blurred, shaking.� When he could move again, he gently pulled
out, and unbuckled Balthier�s wrists, surveying the damage with careful
fingers.

No blood, at least.�
Balthier�s eyes snapped open when he kissed wrists scraped raw
apologetically, and he watched, apparently speechless, before finally melting
into breathless, rueful laughter.�
�Didn�t� didn�t think you had it in you, Basch.�

�Always so sure to write me off as this and that?� Basch
inquired, as he settled down to spoon up against Balthier on the bed, the
pirate shrugging off his sweat-soaked shirt.

�Mm.� I should do it
more often, if your efforts to� show that I�ve missed some hidden depths� are
so entertaining,� Balthier drawled, as Basch nipped his shoulder and wrapped
arms around his waist.� He glanced at
the shadows, then at the window, then muttered, �Though your timing� couldn�t
have been any worse.�

Basch squinted drowsily at the height of the sun.� �An hour or so to sleep, then we�ve still a
little time to clean up before we must go.�

�I meant, if anything happens when we meet with the
Marquis��

�Sore?� Basch smirked.

Balthier glared at him over his shoulder.

�I don�t think Vaan would miss a potion or two going
missing,� Basch said, conciliatorily.�

�It�ll be your responsibility,� Balthier muttered, though he
submitted easily enough when Basch leaned forward a little to claim a kiss.

�Gladly.�

--

Fran looked up at them when they entered the lounge � she
sat cross-legged on the couch, picking her way through a basket of fresh fruit.� Vaan was snoring, curled in the plush
armchair, in an oddly boneless position that reminded Basch of a puppy.�

�They haven�t come for us yet?� Balthier asked, slumping
into the other armchair and yawning.�
The potion had indeed done wonders for soreness, and telltale chafes on
wrists.

�Perhaps they thought it more polite to wait a while,� Fran
said mildly, selecting a grape.

�Polite?� Basch asked, settling down on the last chair
available � the hour�s rest hadn�t actually done much for him � he still felt
tired from exertion.�

Fran arched an eyebrow.�
�Up until the both of you had rested from mating?�

Balthier choked on the apple he had been biting into.

Basch was extremely glad that Vaan was asleep � he flushed
crimson.� �Er��

�Humans are so noisy,� Fran said, judiciously selecting
another grape, then belatedly looked over at the expression on the face of her
pirate partner-in-arms.� �What?�

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