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The Little Guy	By : TokiMirage Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 2374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own no FFVII, I do own my own creative mind, and If I actually made money off this I would be rich. But I don't. So I starve.

Chapter List
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The Little Guy
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Chapter Three:
Cloud glared at the industrial printer and not for the first time wished he had a lightning materia so he could just flash fry it. The one the secretary had busted he didn’t even know where to start, but the one that had stopped working on Sephiroth… well, it looked like he might have to cannibalize a few parts from the printer with the fried processor in order to get the one suffering technical difficulties back in the race.
Digging in his tool kit, he started taking the sort-of working printer apart to see exactly what parts needed to be replaced. Thankfully, both units were of the same make, year, and series.
Meanwhile, Sephiroth made himself another cup of coffee and stared at him, making the blond feel mighty uncomfortable.
And, as had carried over from the Zack side of things, an uncomfortable Cloud usually shut up to let other people talk or started filling the silence himself. And since Sephiroth was unlikely to say anything he deemed unnecessary, the blond’s motor mouth ran off with a mind of its own. “So, what’s keeping you here so late anyway? Shouldn’t you get off when everyone else does?”
“It’s classified.”
Cloud rolled his eyes. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to talk to me. Even if you can’t give details, you can always say something vague like ‘there are outstanding reports my useless First Lieutenant keeps failing to deal with that fall to me,’ or ‘Shinra has me doing work that no one else is supposedly able to complete but even a retarded poodle could do just fine,’ or ‘The President keeps getting caught going to the brothel and the Turks apparently aren’t enough to scare those involved into silence.’ Okay, so the last one was a little ridiculous, but-” Cloud cut himself off and pulled his head out from behind the printer. Was that…?
Sephiroth’s lips had quirked upwards slightly as he laughed one of those silent laughs that you can barely hear because they don’t actually make any noise, but you can hear the air going in and out of their lungs with the movement of their diaphragm. Emerald eyes shone over the coffee cup as he took another drink.
“My useless First Lieutenant has left me with reports to deal with on occasion, but never enough to keep me busy for four consecutive nights in a row.”
Cloud grinned and turned his attention back to the printer. “So what’s been eating up all your time?”
There was a moment of contemplative silence. “I believe it would fall under your second category.”
“Well that sucks. The least he could do is give you something to laugh at. Maybe we could find someone with crazy ninja skills to take pictures of him visiting a brothel.” Yuffie came to mind. “That’d be funny to see on the news.”
“The Turks would bribe or threaten the photographer into silence.”
“Ah, but that’s why you find someone with crazy ninja skills!” Cloud countered with a grin.
“There are few Wutaian refugees who would be willing to risk their livelihood on obtaining a few incriminating photos of President Shinra.”
“I might know a guy who knows a ninja who could be paid to do it.”
“Then I would have to arrest you.”
Cloud rolled his eyes and pulled his head out from behind the printer. “Sephiroth, we are having a hypothetical and totally bogus discussion on how best to get a picture of Shinra screwing a few hookers. Can’t you be a little more constructive in your criticism of my awesome plotting skills?” He raised an eyebrow at the blank look on Sephiroth’s face.
After a long, silent stand off, the General shrugged. “I was merely pointing out the flaws in your plan. I am not an ideal asset in this plot of yours, as I am the General of Shinra.”
“And as the General you have certain responsibilities to the company, blah blah, etc. This is a hypothetical plotting game, Sephiroth. So forget for a moment that you are The General, and I am a lowly Custodian, and put yourself in someone else’s shoes. Surely you’ve done the same thing when trying to anticipate the enemy’s movements during battle?”
“Yes.”
“Well then this should be old school for you. Except remember that the objective of this exercise is to arrive at the most entertaining solution, rather than the most efficient. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then, how would you go about getting incriminating evidence of Shinra sleeping with a prostitute?”
A moment of contemplative silence. “I would hack into the Turk’s security cameras and record it, as his home is the only location he has elicit affairs.”
Efficient and not nearly as amusing, but at least they’d had progress. “I still think the ninja idea is funnier, but your plan would probably be more successful.”
“Indeed.”
And another long, awkward silence. “So, what about that food?”
“I will provide compensation with which you can buy your dinner.”
Cloud frowned and pulled his head out from behind the printer again. “That’s not what I meant by ‘buy me dinner’.”
The General’s face was expressionless. “I am already behind on my work because of these printers. It would not be wise to spend my time escorting you to a restaurant.”
Cloud raised an eyebrow. “Well if you’re so worried about efficiency, then why don’t you just order us some take out and get it delivered here? Come on, you must be hungry by now.”
Sephiroth was beginning to look almost annoyed. Cloud couldn’t decide whether this amused him or not. “What would you like for take out then?”
Cloud shrugged and stuck his head behind the printer again. “I dunno. I’ll eat whatever you want to eat. Get something you like.”
The General stood there for a moment longer before leaving and shutting himself in his office. The blond just snorted softly under his breath. Whether Sephiroth was ordering food or had just left because he was sick of talking to Cloud, he didn’t care anymore. He was here on his night off fixing a Planet-damned printer that shouldn’t even have broken in the first place. Stupid secretary should volunteer herself for the firing squad for sheer incompetence.
Giving the demonic neighbouring printer a good kick, he got to work on removing the parts that he thought he needed. Hey, he was a mechanic, not an engineer. If it was hardware, he could probably figure it out. Software? Not a chance.
Thirty minutes later, Sephiroth left the office altogether without saying a word. Cloud didn’t care. He gave the apoplectic printer a harder kick for its trouble and finished attaching the cannibalized duplex unit to the limping printer. Hopefully Sephiroth didn’t get him fired for ‘fixing’ things he wasn’t supposed to be touching.
Ten minutes later, the General came back into the office followed by the smell of something deliciously entrancing. Staring at the food the silver-haired man laid out on the coffee table between the plush couches and chairs, he drooled and gave the printer a final, solid kick.
When it started choking out paperwork, he considered his job done. Wandering over to what smelled like the most heavenly Wutaian to grace his nose, he plopped his tired and aching body down onto the couch perpendicular to Sephiroth’s claimed chair.
Grabbing the container pushed in his direction, he snapped his chopsticks apart and dug in, completely ravenous. Sephiroth ate at a more sedate pace, and occasional turned his eyes towards the blond to stare at him. Cloud chose to ignore this entirely, since food was more important at that moment than making conversation or trying to read the encrypted thoughts that went on behind cat-like eyes.
After finishing off the last of his to-go box, Cloud leaned back in the couch with a happy smile, licking his lips. He hadn’t had good Wutaian in a long time. “What’s the name of the restaurant you got that from?”
“Tsuchi’s Wok.”
“I’ll have to go there sometime.” With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and wandered over to the secretary’s garbage just to spite her, dumping all his smelly containers into her small, bagless bin. Served her right. “Thanks for the food. I’ll leave you to your work. Try to get a decent sleep, eh?” Cloud pressed the ‘down’ arrow on the elevator.
“It’s fixed I presume?”
“Yeah. You might want to bring in someone who actually knows what they’re doing though to take a look at the other one. And don’t let the Secretarial Ho touch the only working printer! She can walk her shit down to another office and mess up their equipment.” Cloud doubted Sephiroth would actually follow his muttering, but it was still fun to say it. After all, he was just a custodian. Grease Stains are my game, Sephiroth’s accident-prone office is my bane.
. , . , .
Cloud yawned as he pushed his way through the door to his apartment, kicking his shoes off and closing the door as quietly as he could. Walking through the hallway using more memory than light, he finally found his door and slipped inside.
Turning on the light, he cursed a slew of cusses that would make Cid proud at the sight of Zack reclined on his bed with a triumphant smile.
“Spike! Where you been all night? I was beginning to think you got eaten by one of the science department’s escaped experiments!”
Cloud grunted and started changing out of his clothes. If Zack wanted to be in his room when he was going to bed, he could suffer the show. Ignoring the alarmed noises behind him, he shucked off the last of his clothes and pulled a clean pair of sweatpants from his dresser. Setting his alarm, he turned off the overhead light and got into bed, shoving Zack over without a word.
They both lay there in silence for a long moment before Zack shifted on the bed next to him. “So, why have you been ignoring me?”
Cloud grunted. Because it was easier than talking about it.
“Are you still mad at me?”
The blond snorted, amused. Like anyone could stay mad at Zack for very long.
“Are we good then?”
He hummed agreeably and stretched under the covers. He was going to be sore tomorrow. At the very least, he’d worked out most of his frustration over everything.
“You know, you’re a lot like Seph. Although, his avoidant personality disorder is a lot worse than yours,” he said with humour warming his tone.
Cloud snorted a laugh. Wasn’t that the truth. “Sometimes it’s easier to walk away, and then come back,” he mused, thinking back to all the time’s he’d left on a delivery to ‘run away’ from something or other. He liked to think of it as giving himself time to think and work through things.
Zack hummed, and the silence that stretched between them was more comfortable this time. “You going to come to my match tomorrow?”
Cloud nodded. “You’re going to kick his ass, no matter what you think. And you wanna know why?”
Zack shifted next to him. “Why?” he asked softly.
“Because you’re better and you learned from the best. Stay focused on the opponent in front of you and stop looking over your shoulder for something that’s not there. The only mistakes you make in battle are thinking about what’s already done and not living in the moment. Got it?”
The SOLDIER First Class let out a long, slow breath. “When did you grow up, Cloud?” he asked lightly, all the tension having finally left his voice. “I feel like I missed it and now you’re the one giving me advice.”
Cloud snorted. Zack had no idea. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
“Wha-? They’ll think we’re sleeping together if I spend the night!”
“Zack. They already think we’re sleeping together. Though, if sleeping on the floor would make you feel more comfortable, then by all means. Suffer.”
“Hey!”
. , . , .
Cloud looked down at The Former Grease Stain with a feeling of pride that made him want to just sit there and point and laugh while shouting ‘Ahah! You have been defeated!’
Not that he actually did that. Instead he admired the grease-less rough patch that he had made on the floor through stubborn use of steel wool and the strongest cleaners known to man. Sure, now there was a slightly dull patch of tope on the floor almost two feet wide, but no more grease! The next time they waxed the whole building it would be as good as new.
Or close.
Checking the time with his PHS he made a face at the 5:51 staring him stubbornly in the face. A whole nine minutes of work left before he got to see Zack wipe the floor with McAphry.
Sighing, he looked down at The Former Grease Stain and wondered what he could do that wouldn’t take any longer than ten minutes. Grunting, he pushed himself to his feet and started cleaning up and organizing his cart. If it came down to it, he’d just sit in his closet for another five minutes before taking off.
In fact, he was so set on this plan of action that when someone lifted him off his feet and threw him over a shoulder, he was nearly startled enough to squeak. Nearly.
“Hey Spike! I’m kidnapping you early!”
Cloud slapped him on the ass. “Bad boy! You’re supposed to wait until I’m done work, or at least until I put my shindig away!”
The SOLDIER paused for a moment, confused. “Uh… what’s a shindig?”
“That’s what I’ve been calling my cart. ‘Cause it’s a party and a half.”
“Right… So, I’m kidnapping you now?”
“Zack. If you don’t put me down this second I’m going to tattoo your ass with battery acid.”
The SOLDIER abruptly put him down, making the room spin a bit from vertigo. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed his cart and started wheeling it towards his closet. Well, he’d been looking for an excuse to leave a few minutes early.
“So Zack, how was work today?”
His black-haired friend scratched his head with a sheepish grin. “I couldn’t concentrate all that well. Keep thinking of my match. And then Seph got mad at me.”
The blond shook his head with a small smile. “Zack, even under normal circumstances you can’t concentrate that well.”
“Hey!”
Shoving his cart into his closet, he dumped the water down the drain in the corner. “So what kind of sword does this McAphry use, anyway?”
“Rapier. While I got some training from Angeal, McAphry always looked up to Genesis and his style. Genesis never actually trained him, he didn’t train anybody really, so McAphry imitated his style by watching him train or duel against Sephiroth whenever he could.”
Cloud hummed thoughtfully, putting the bucket and rags away. “It’s surprising how much you can learn from observing someone fight or practice.”
Zack grinned. “Like you learned watching me and Angeal?”
Cloud just smiled, saying nothing, since he didn’t actually remember any of that. “Where are you going to warm up? I assume McAphry will do it in front of everyone to show off, but maybe it’d be best for you if you did it on the track or something.”
The black-haired SOLDIER looked surprised. “What? Why do you say that?”
Resisting the urge to sigh, Cloud bonked Zack on the head instead. “Don’t you know any combat psychology? Half the battle is a warrior’s confidence. ‘Watch not the enemy as observer, but as warrior’,” Cloud said, loosely translating another Wutaian proverb. When Zack looked even more confused, he sighed. “Basically, don’t watch your opponent as an audience member, being dazzled by his technique and the things that you can’t do. Instead, be the warrior and see how your own abilities can take advantage of your opponent. Take note of things in your style you should avoid. The other side of that is watch your opponent as the warrior when you fight him, instead of watching him before hand. As soon as you lose confidence in your own abilities by being impressed by the opponent in action, you’ve lost the battle. Since you’ve already expressed to me that you’re worried you won’t be able to beat him, the wisest choice you can make right now is to remove yourself from the situation, find your centre, warm up, and walk into that duel with your head held high.”
Zack stared at him for long enough that Cloud began to feel awkward, putting a few more things away to keep his hands occupied. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.
“Wow, you kinda sound like Angeal! Where’d you get all this wisdom, Cloud?”
The blond shrugged. “I read. Observe. Remember things.” From a life that apparently no longer existed. He hadn’t spent almost five years of his life in Wutai after the last battle for nothing. Yuffie found his support as the saviour of the Planet useful, and he got to learn more about her culture and styles of combat. There were masters far wiser than him in Wutai. “I’m sure you’ve heard all this stuff before, maybe said in a different way. It’s not like there’s one right way to approach the Art of Battle.”
Zack grabbed him in a tight hug. “You’re so cool, Cloud! You’ll totally be a lady killer once you grow a little taller.” He grinned.
Cloud scowled. He knew he’d mostly finished growing, although he had yet to fill out all the way. “I may be shorter than you but I can still replace your soap with lard.” Or dye his whites pink. Cloud still hadn’t gotten around to that.
The SOLDIER abruptly released him, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “So, since you’re the guru, what should we do? I was just going to warm up at the gym, since the duel doesn’t start for an hour.”
Cloud snorted. Him, a guru? “Well alright then, come on.” Leaving his closet, he shut the door behind Zack and led the way back to his rooms. Changing into a pair of loose sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt, he dragged the SOLDIER to the place he avoided like the plague.
The track.
Zack grimaced, looking around at the mostly-empty space as they stretched. Since cadets did most of their exercises in the morning except on Saturdays, when they had heavy physical training, there were only a couple people jogging around the circuit.
Once they’d finished their stretches, Cloud started at a light jog and waited for Zack to catch up with a small grin. “You’re lazy, Zack. Endurance is important for any warrior.”
The SOLDIER grunted. “Sword training’s more useful.”
“No, you find it more enjoyable. It’s easy to see improvement when you practice your techniques, but stamina? That comes with time.” Cloud, who had already gone on a run earlier that morning, enjoyed the way the exercise loosened limbs stiffened from bending over the floor and craning his head upright to replace light bulbs.
After they finished the warm up lap, Cloud broke out into a run and grinned as Zack groaned behind him. “You’ve got mako enhancements you pussy! Stop complaining!”
“You wanna see mako enhancements?” Zack shouted, increasing his speed to run far ahead of Cloud before jogging in place so the blond could catch up. “That’s mako enhancement!”
After Cloud caught up with him, he knocked Zack off his feet with a well placed and unexpected kick to the back of the knees. The SOLDIER went down and rolled away from him with an alarmed expression. Cloud just raised an eyebrow. “That’s for being a smartass.”
Zack grinned. “Yes, guru-sensei!”
Oh Planet, he never should have encouraged this.
After they finished a few laps running, Cloud was happy to note that he wasn’t even winded and his early morning and late night training had been paying off. He told Zack to start going through his forms nice and slow before increasing his speed on each repeat. The SOLDIER did as ordered with a grin, while Cloud started doing some strength training in lieu of the kata he actually wanted to practice. It was far too light out for him to be practicing any of the hand to hand he’d learned from Tifa or during his time in Wutai, and sword forms were out of the question with Zack there.
Watching Zack out of the corner of his eyes, he was pleased to note that the SOLDIER was paying far more attention to his footwork now, and had fixed many of the mistakes Cloud had noticed him make a few days previous. Zack did take his technique serious, after all, and had probably continued practicing as Cloud avoided him.
After forty minutes or so, Zack was looking at lot looser and relaxed than Cloud had seen him in a while. “Have you ever meditated before?” he asked curiously when Zack walked up to him where he was sitting crosslegged on the ground.
The SOLDIER made a face. Cloud laughed. “Here, just sit with me for a few minutes, then we’ll take off.”
Zack plopped down next to him and Cloud closed his eyes again, finding his centre with ease after many years of practice. After a minute of waiting, the SOLDIER shifted next to him to lay back against the grass. The blond didn’t mind. Zack didn’t exactly have a personality predisposed to sitting quiet and thoughtless for long periods of time.
When he sensed some of Zack’s tension release in the quiet of the evening breeze and the warmth of the sun, close to setting, he stood from his seated position. Zack looked up at him. “Balance is the key, Zack. If you are more balanced, calm, and centred than your opponent, you will do well.”
Grabbing the SOLDIER’s outstretched hand, he took a step back, lowered his centre of gravity, and used his momentum to pull the larger man upright with ease.
“Thanks, Spike.”
Cloud smiled, and together they started walking towards the SOLDIER facilities.
. , . , .
McAphry and most of the SOLDIERs off duty were there when they arrived. Cloud watched the bulky man wave around his Rapier to the cheers and jeers of some of his fellow SOLDIERs, a wide grin splitting his face. Seeing him around his friends, he seemed like a pretty nice guy. Unfortunately, Cloud was well aware of what lay beneath humanity at times. When McAphry caught sight of him, a dark look flashed across his mako eyes before he returned his attention to his friends.
Zack was dragged off by a couple other SOLDIERs, leaving Cloud to stand on the side and watch as the friendly and well-liked man received many pats and well-wishes. After a few minutes, he found himself approached by a man wearing a red-brown uniform, a Second Class. He smiled good-naturedly at Cloud and held out his hand.
“I didn’t exactly get to meet you last time, since things were a little hectic. My name’s Kunsel. I’m a friend of Zack’s.”
Upon hearing the name, Cloud took the hand and gave it a firm shake. He knew a bit about the name Kunsel, but had never met the man himself. “Nice to meet you. Name’s Cloud.”
Amusement warmed his dark blue eyes. “Zack calls you Spike, doesn’t he?”
Cloud raised an eyebrow. “Yes. However, if you start calling me that too there will be consequences.”
He laughed. “Good to know, Cloud. So, who do you think will win tonight?”
The blond shrugged. “The outcome of any battle can never be predicted.”
Kunsel grinned. “Fair enough. But what do you think the chances are that Zack will win? I’m rooting for him myself, but McAphry’s been getting pretty darn good, lately. And cocky because of it.”
Cloud hummed. “Confidence in oneself is necessary, but confidence in the outcome is pride.” Why did all tonight’s questions seem so well countered by Wutaian proverbs?
Kunsel laughed. “Zack was right. You are just a little ball of wisdom.”
“Little?” So he wasn’t completely grown up yet, why did everyone keep calling him short?
“Spike! Get over here and save me from the masses!” Zack called over to him, still surrounded by a small crowd of SOLDIERs.
“I’m afraid I’ve been summoned,” he said gravely, executing a short bow before making an exit. Kunsel grinned and waved.
“Alright people! Time to get the show on the road!!” McAphry called out, swinging his sword a couple times with a grin as the SOLDIERs cleared away from the mats.
Cloud grabbed Zack by the front of his uniform and pulled him down, once again disliking their difference in height. “Balance,” he murmured, before pushing Zack away from the wall and onto the mats. Seeing the SOLDIER barely lose his centre with the abrupt shove, he grinned. Even if Zack didn’t win this was going to be awesome.
It made his fingers twitch and crave the bite of First Tsurugi’s hilt.
Standing off to the side so he had a good view of Zack’s form, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched McAphry with sharp eyes. The other First Class was cocky, to say the least, Rapier swung over his shoulder and swagger indicating he thought he’d already won the battle. Glancing at Zack, he was pleased to see his friend remained calm and focused, far more balanced than he’d been a few days ago. Nowhere near the masters in Wutai, but a marked improvement.
Getting into ready positions, McAphry made a few comments that Cloud ignored in favour of watching Zack’s reaction. Calm, amusement, confidence.
A SOLDIER he didn’t know stepped forward to act as referee. When his hands dropped, McAphry was quick to attack with a full on assault, Rapier crashing against Buster sword as Zack shifted his blade to a defensive position, supporting the weight of its length with his left hand as he used it as a long, rectangular shield. With his new experience in Wutaian martial arts, here Cloud would have slipped his leg into McAphry’s guard and disrupted his balance, but Zack didn’t have that experience. Instead, the black-haired SOLDIER used his physical power to force the Rapier to slide off the side of the blade to the left, arresting the movement at the last moment for a thrust to the torso.
McAphry jumped back with a scowl, obviously having expected an easier win than he was faced with. Shifting his grip, he attacked again, and again, each time Zack blocking his attack and countering it with a solid wall of steel. For Cloud, who was used to battles taking to the skies with Sephiroth as an opponent and summons like the corrupted Bahamut Kadaj called into battle, it was almost… strange to watch. And disappointing, on some level.
Slowly, McAphry started getting frustrated with Zack’s solid defence and well-chosen attacks, his movements getting sloppier and using more physical force instead of his brain. Putting his entire body into another head-on attack, no one there was prepared for the loud snap and flash of metal as the Rapier broke under the weight and force of the Buster Sword.
Cloud reacted on instinct as the blade came spinning right at him. His arms uncrossed and flat hands rose to catch the blade and attempt to direct its force and trajectory into the wall instead of his heart, but instead he found big arms wrapped around his torso and his entire vision had shifted a few degrees to the left.
“Holy shit, Cloud! Are you okay?”
Cloud, who was panting heavily with adrenaline, looked to where the sword had sunk almost all the way into the concrete wall of the building and paled. Unenhanced, there was no way he would have been able to deflect that. Maybe into his shoulder instead of his heart, but it would have been a terrific wound.
Turning his attention to his saviour, he blanched as silvery hair tickled his face and the arms tightened around him as Zack nearly collided with them. “Cloud! Are you okay?”
The blond nodded shakily. “I’d like to say my life flashed before my eyes, but it was moving a bit quick even for that,” he tried to joke, his voice as unsteady as his legs. For the first time since coming back in time, he hated that he wasn’t enhanced.
Finally, Zack turned his attention to Sephiroth. “Thanks for saving him, Seph! I don’t know what I would have done if this whole duel ended in him hospitalized, or worse.”
“I was nearby,” Sephiroth said with a shrug, letting Cloud go as the blond found his legs again. Standing shakily, the blond turned around to look up into the expressionless features.
“Thanks,” he murmured, letting Zack poke and prod and look him over from head to toe to check that he was alright.
The silver-haired man inclined his head before turning his attention to McAphry. “In real battle, a broken sword equals defeat. Perhaps you would do better to take more care with your blade in battle as well as out.” Without another word, he left the gym, leaving a mix of awed and respectful looks on all the SOLDIERs’ faces.
Cloud himself was still a little too scattered for ‘awed’ or ‘respectful’, but that did little to disrupt the roiling pit of emotions in his stomach. It wasn’t every day your hot arch nemesis saved your life, after all.
-Toki Mirage-
As a little note – someone made mention that they didn't understand what was Nibel-accent about “What can I do you for.” I may eventually clarify that in the chapter itself, but for now I’ll just explain it to anyone who missed it. The proper grammar is “What can I do for you.” The other way of saying has a slight sexual connotation. “What can I do you for?” (‘A hundred bucks? Free maybe, you hot piece of ass?’) Etc. :P
I’ve also made a change, and pulled the Sephiroth scene from this chapter and put it into chapter for as part of the Sephiroth Interlude. If you don’t want to know what’s going on in his mind, feel free to skip it. :)
Happy reading!
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