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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
ESTP-A
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His irises return to their earlier glazed state as he spreads his thighs apart to make more space for Kazuya. In spite of his desperate desire for relief, it's easy for Minato to seamlessly slip into a more compliant self.
The hand wrapped around him pries a breathy gasp from his lips, toes curling as Kazuya's bare hand finally strokes against the place where he craved his touch the most. He's already at full mast, no thanks to his chemically heightened libido, and his hips tremble as he fights to stay still, desperately resisting the urge to thrust against Kazuya's hand. ]
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If some drips out onto the sheets, it's not too big of a deal anyway. They'll need to be washed after this regardless.]
Just relax, alright? It'll feel strange at first, but it'll be really good after.
[Since he's never had anything like this before, Kazuya does try to ease him into it, a slicked finger running against his hole to tease lightly before just barely pressing in, slow and methodical.]
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He nods to acknowledge Kazuya's words. It's not necessarily the first time he's heard them. He remembers: they're similar to those he'd whispered in others' ears as they'd laid down upon their own sheets. And they'd all trusted him to be gentle, to assist in unraveling themselves at the seams.
He blinks as he looks down towards Kazuya. The other teen leans over him, dark blue tresses obscuring his face. If he looks past the scars littering Kazuya's body, Minato's addled mind can overlay his form with a familiar figure.
Is this what it'd been like for them? He'd done the same, gently teasing a finger against them before carefully sinking into them, easing in only up to his very first knuckle. They'd shuddered and gasped and sighed, fluttering around his fingertip while eager for more, pleading for him to press in deeper, to swallow up more of him in search of their release.
Is this what it'd been like for them? What else had they done? They'd grasped at their sheets and spread their legs apart even further, feet braced against the mattress. Should he do the same? Should he carve out and harvest what he could of Kazuya too?
Kazuya's right. It feels... strange. Cold. But maybe it'd feel good afterwards. It had felt good for them too. But Minato blinks, gaze distant as his vision blurs increasingly while Kazuya teases at his entrance. ]
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A bit of touch to bring back that glazed look to focus on him, and only him. He has no clue what's going through the others head, but he does know that he wants the attention solely on him, to bring him out of whatever thoughts Minato might be having and drag them into the present, the here and now of it all.]
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That's right, this is a room wholly unfamiliar to him with sheets a shade he'd never seen before. His hand slides upwards to fist at smooth cloth -- something real, something to anchor himself to instead of getting swept away by the torrential flood of old memories. He sheds them like a dusty chrysalis, shaking brittle wings free of moisture. They scatter glistening beads, a pair of damp trails from gray-blue eyes trickling down the sides of his face.
He lets a broken whimper loose, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he coaxes his body into relaxing, into accepting more of Kazuya's fingers. He should forget, just for a little while, and allow this new body of water to carry him away. There's no need for him to think about what he can reap from Kazuya, not when he can rest himself within Kazuya's cradle of a palm instead.
He'd been overthinking things, hadn't he? He'd perceived things incorrectly. There's nothing here for him to take, only something to receive. Forget about all those other rooms where he'd been taken by the hand as others shaved away pieces of himself to better shape him into pushing them closer to their own desires.
This is the same as always: a stray leaf drifting down another person's stream. So he tilts his head back against one of the pillows, lips parting to draw more heated breaths. ]
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Like their first encounter, he wants to pry more noises out of Minato's throat, to have him truly give himself into pleasure. More than these soft whimpers and breathy gasps, he wants to hear him cry out with need, because for some reason, somehow, even with aphrodisiac coursing through his system, it seems like he's still holding himself back.
Kazuya's fingers curl lightly inside of him, searching, wanting to brush and stimulate.]
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White-hot pleasure courses all the way down his limbs as Kazuya tears a cry from Minato's throat. His back arches in response to Kazuya's fingers brushing against something within him, emptying his mind of everything save for the fresh ecstasy that's being introduced to him. His cock throbs within Kazuya's grasp, leaving Minato blinking, dazed from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
It seems Kazuya had been telling the truth, as Minato hits the "feeling really good" stage of Kazuya's ministrations. He'd never known that sort of sensation was possible, and it sends liquid heat roiling within his lower half. More beads of precum gather at the tip of his straining cock too, enough to drip down its side to stain Kazuya's hand. ]
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See? It's not so bad.
[He says, giving a small, murmuring laugh against Minato's stomach, only to finally lift his face from the area so he can watch his expression more closely as he slows down the motion of the hand on his cock, more feeling than actively jerking him off at this point.]
Feels even better when someone's fucking you, though.
[... In his opinion! But if Minato still doesn't feel confident or comfortable with that, that's fine too. ]
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He nearly misses Kazuya's words. They sound so faroff but cut through the thick haze of pleasure. "Feels even better," he says, were they to truly complete the act.
...better? Was that allowed? ]
I --
[ Minato swallows, forcing his breaths to even out to allow him to speak. ]
For me --?
[ It had simply never crossed his mind in the past, that something like this could be done for him too, that, perhaps, he deserved carnal pleasure as well. Wasn't he shaped from flesh and bones like everyone else? Was there truly any reason to separate himself from those whose desires he'd attended to in the past?
Hadn't he returned to dust as well, just like the rest of them?
Minato blinks, veins feeling as though fire coursed through them instead of blood. Maybe, then, just this one time he could indulge. ]
...okay.
[ ... ]
I've never... had anyone offer something good for me,
[ But it seems there's a first time for everything in a place like this. ]
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[There's something about the way he says that no one's ever offered something good for him that makes Kazuya think that Minato might mean more than just in the throes of passion. If that's the case, then he wants to correct that.
They might have started off on the wrong foot, but he'd never gotten the impression that Minato was some sort of bad guy. ]
Then I'll be the first. We can go at your own pace, alright?
[Minato might be laden by drugs, but Kazuya offers himself to him anyway, a few more strokes of his fingers inside of the other for him to truly be ready for him before he slowly pulls out and away.]
If you ride me, then you can control everything. How fast, how much... It's all up to you. Sound good?
[He also feels like it might be less intimidating too, for someone who's never had sex like this.]
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Minato shudders as Kazuya draws his fingers from him. He can only pray that Kazuya also keeps the desperate whimper that followed a secret. Had the aphrodisiacs already worked their way through his system, perhaps he'd be bewildered by how empty he felt without Kazuya's fingers.
So he nods, eager, sitting up to look over at Kazuya with pupils blown wide. While this would certainly be a first, he had a general idea of how it would work. Surely, his patience would be rewarded based upon Kazuya's earlier reassurances. But at this point anything would suffice, anything to wring the intense heat from his veins and to relieve his uncomfortable arousal. Truthfully, he has half the mind to wrap his own fingers around his cock to work himself to relief.
But he does his best to be patient despite fidgeting anxiously as he waits for Kazuya's own preparations. ]
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Kazuya lies back, propping himself up slightly with a few more pillows that he hadn't tossed Minato's way earlier. His own cock is hard, tip flushed a deep red, and it's clear he's not shy about it at all as he coats himself in more slick lubricant, a few soft sighs of pleasure leaving his lips. He beckons the other closer, to put himself over him, or at least seat himself on his lap if he's not too keen to try to take him just yet.]
C'mere... You don't have to start right away if you're nervous.
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...it would certainly reach places that his fingers couldn't reach.
But he's not immune to Kazuya's kind reassurances, the aphrodisiac's grip lifting his inhibitions towards accepting gentler words. He crawls over to Kazuya and straddles him for now, gasping as his own cock brushes against the other teen's. ]
...you promised, right?
[ He looks into Kazuya's eyes as he licks his lips anxiously. ]
You promised, to do something good for me?
[ "Really good" is what Kazuya said about what's soon to follow, but Minato wants to hear it again directly from Kazuya's lips. ]
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[ It's all part and parcel of his promise to help him in the first place, after all. And he won't go back on his word either.
So for now, until Minato is ready to take the plunge as it were, Kazuya's slickened hand moves forward, wrapping itself around Minato to pump him slowly. A little more relief, since he wants something "good", and Kazuya can only provide this much from where he is, how he's seated right now. ]
It'll be great, even. I don't think you'll have any complaints.
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He's been promised something good, so he should be good in return, shouldn't he?
Minato rests his hands on Kazuya's shoulders, shuddering as the tip of Kazuya's cock slowly makes its way past a ring of muscle. All of the earlier stroking and stretching's made him pliant enough to take at least that much.
...he's distinctly aware that there's plenty left to go though, and even this much gives a stark display of how thick his cock is compared to his fingers. Minato shudders, eyes squeezing shut as he feels his insides slowly giving way, stretching, making room to become one with Kazuya. Little by little, inch by inch, he makes it halfway down Kazuya's length, holding himself steady there as he feels himself unintentionally clenching around it. He pants, pink flush high in his cheeks as he reminds his body to relax, that there's still more to go.
Kazuya was right. It's nothing like his fingers at all, not with the intense stretch, the way he can feel Kazuya throbbing within him against his insides. ]
...you're -- I can't... feel anything except for you --
[ His drug-laden mind makes him more honest, fingertips digging into the skin of Kazuya's shoulders. ]
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Aha.. You're really, really tight, you know...
[ It's going to drive him insane or kill him, but he won't move. Won't take more than the other is ready for, more than he offers of himself, even if he can only manage this much.
He won't pull him down, sink himself deep inside the other warm body despite the way need roils in his gut. ]
Take your time... There's no rush, alright?
[ Even if his voice is a little strained as he says it, he means it. He can be patient as Minato works through this. ]
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The comment doesn't help much. Again, he inadvertently tightens around Kazuya before relenting, another wounded sound pulled from Minato's throat as Kazuya takes him in hand to offer a sweet distraction. He nods and steels himself before exhaling slow, carefully sinking further down onto Kazuya's cock. It's probably best if he doesn't think about how much further he has to go.
He must be going agonizingly slowly for Kazuya. But little by little, Minato presses onwards in spite of the burn until his thighs meet Kazuya's, finally seated properly on Kazuya's lap. He rests his forehead against Kazuya's shoulder and trembles, each throb of Kazuya's cock sending sparks down his entire body. ]
You're -- so deep --
[ His insides relent to Kazuya's arousal, molding themselves anew according to Kazuya's shape. It's dizzying if Minato thinks too hard about it, panting against Kazuya's bared clavicle. ]
I'm sorry, I... I can't move --
[ His own arousal twitches against his stomach, fresh precum weeping from its tip as he adjusts to his senses being flooded by his bedmate. ]
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It's alright.
[He leans forward, just enough to press a sweet kiss to the blue hair that matches his own.]
You're doing great.
[The praise comes, breathy, enamoured, and slightly mumbled against him. If Minato can't move, then Kazuya can wait. Because he'd promised that the other would be able to go at his own pace, that he'd be able to do things in his own time. So if he needs a moment to fully adjust to the full feeling, then Kazuya will let him.
His hands rub small circles into his sides.]
No need to rush. When you're ready.
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Kazuya presses a kiss to sweat-damp locks and rubs reassurance against his sides. The additional contact is yet another reminder of his earlier promise, that they'd go at Minato's pace. So he stays there, breaths shallow against Kazuya's skin until it slowly evens out, until Minato can push himself off of Kazuya's shoulder to sit up again.
He can't quite look Kazuya in the eye. Meeting his gaze feels too intimate; he wonders whether that must seem odd considering how Kazuya was fully seated within him. Even so, Minato can still feel shy in spite of their physical arrangement and the amplified arousal still coursing through his veins.
Carefully, he gives a languid, experimental rock of his hips, Kazuya's length sliding along his inner walls that quiver in response. Minato's mouth falls open with a moan as the cock in him massages against the spot introduced to him earlier by Kazuya's fingers. It sends white-hot pleasure searing through his body, his own cock twitching in response too.
And though there's still the stretch and sting from Kazuya's sheer size, Minato quickly finds the carnal pleasure it sets off far outweighing that discomfort. Each thrust of his own hips is met with a fresh wave of tingling pleasure; he permits his eyes to squeeze shut as he rises and falls repeatedly on Kazuya's lap, allowing Kazuya's cock to slide a few inches out of him before sinking back in. His head tips forwards with another obscene moan as he sinks deeper into the waves of desperation, nails leaving crescent marks along Kazuya's shoulder. ]
Feels -- feels good, Kazuya --
[ He whimpers again as Kazuya's head presses in further into his body beyond any point he'd ever imagined. ]
I... I feel you, down here --
[ One of his hands falls away from Kazuya's shoulders to rest his palm over his abdomen. ]
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[He murmurs again as Minato moves. Slow and hesitant at first, but quickly finding his own pace once it becomes clear that the discomfort is secondary to everything else that's happening. Kazuya doesn't blame him. He has his own personal hang-ups still about being on the receiving end of things, and so he knows that giving control to another in this situation makes it easier on someone who might be normally a little apprehensive.
And it works. Minato rises and falls on him, and a staggered groan is punched out of him with those movements, coming more and more frequently as the other finds his rhythm, what works best for him and his needs.
Kazuya is just here to be a vector for it. For the other to use him as he sees fit, to help him work out the drugs in his system, and then to take care of him in the aftermath.
The fact that he'll get off too from this is simply a bonus.
His hands move back to Minato's hips, helping to steady him, if he needs.]
I told you- Ah, that it'd be good, didn't I?
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The hands at his hips help Minato keep his balance as he rises and falls. Each thrust of his own hips is followed by a heady moan, his own length straining against his stomach. Dampness drips all over Kazuya's lap, but Minato's too invested in chasing his own high to feel any shame over it.
And while he wishes it could last just a little longer, the novel sensation and newly-tapped pleasure whirls into a maelstrom of ecstasy. Each time Kazuya throbs within him, Minato feels him brush against a spot that has him seeing stars over and over again. This is what it's like, then, to be fucked, to feel another person's body carve their way deep inside your own. ]
I can't -- I think -- I think I'm close, Kazuya,
[ Perhaps he didn't have to say a word. It must be obvious from the increasing volume of his cries, tears of overstimulation gathering in the corners of his eyes as he tightens around Kazuya's length, as though his body were subconsciously demanding that Kazuya join him in inevitable climax too. ]
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A more gravely, deep groan rumbles up from his throat as Minato speaks, tells him he's close, and he nods. He's close himself. There's no way he could resist this sort of treatment, after all, and his left hand slides from Minato's hip to his cock, stroking him lightly to hopefully completion.]
Where should I...?
[Come. Because the stronger part of him desperately wants to come inside him, because to be without that slick, tight heat around him for even a second would be maddening. It's not up to him, though. It's up to Minato, who holds him in the palm of his hand, at this moment, hanging off of the precipice as his stomach churns in mirrored desire, cock throbbing and twitching deep inside Minato's body.]
Ah, where do you want me to finish..?
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There's another wounded sound from Minato as Kazuya strokes him, his cock throbbing within Kazuya's grasp. Between the length relentlessly spearing into him and the slick hand around him, Minato knows he won't last much longer. He'll need to get a response to Kazuya quickly, one that's in between his cries timed with every downward roll of his hips. ]
Inside -- please, I don't... Please don't leave me --
[ It must be his drug-addled mind speaking those final words, making him more sensitive to the need to be held close. ]
I don't... want to be alone,
[ He wraps his arms around Kazuya to pull him closer, thrusting into the hand on him before rocking down onto Kazuya's cock -- once, twice, before finally tightening around the hard length within him, desperate to drag Kazuya over the precipice with him. Minato tucks his face in the crook of Kazuya's neck, a broken cry muffled against his skin as he comes in thick spurts, painting Kazuya's hand and both of their stomachs in his spend. He clenches erratically around Kazuya, still riding him at a brutal pace through his own climax, one that hits with an intensity like he's never confronted before. Perhaps it's the effects of the aphrodisiac; perhaps it's amplified by the catharsis Kazuya's facilitated through offering him a safe environment for holding fast to his own desire.
Maybe it's a bit of both. ]
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[ If he wants him to finish inside, that's where he will. The way he asks that so desperately, so full of need and emotion is impressive, if bot a little worrying. But it's a concern he'll have for Minato after this, after he's done taking what he wants from him.
Warm wetness spills into his hand, and the pressure around him increases tenfold, enough to make him see stars, and yet he keeps going. Like he needs Kazuya to release inside him. Electric pleasure and euphoria race down his spine, and in the end, he can't help but buck his hips into him to take that last little bit, to spill in Minato in return as deeply as possible with a gasp and a choked sound. ]
Good, good... That's good. You're good.
[ If he keeps going... Kazuya will keep stroking him too, milking every last drop out of his spent cock. ]
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He's finished, finally, collapsing against Kazuya's chest with a whimper. Minato's body feels alight, post-climax sensitivity sending each physical sensation straight to his brain: the scent of Kazuya's sweat-slicked skin, the come still filling him and kept plugged by Kazuya's member alone, the burn in his thighs and the soreness of his lower half.
Perhaps he'd pushed himself harder than what was wise for his first time, but hearing he'd done well is enough to soothe the pain. Bone-deep exhaustion overrides the discomfort of being coated in his own spend too. He's content to lean against Kazuya for as long as he'll permit him, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation.
...it's quiet now in his head, and though his skin is still warm to the touch, it seems his body temperature's evened out to a less concerning degree. And while Minato was usually the one to pull away first, he finds his arms are still wrapped around Kazuya.
Maybe he should let him go though? In spite of his earlier words he releases Kazuya from his embrace, determined to sit up as best as he can.
He keeps his gaze lowered. ...he wasn't imposing on Kazuya, was he? ]
Can you -- just... What I said earlier, you don't...
[ The last thing he wants to do is overstay his welcome. ]
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