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((So if any Dippers are willing to ship BillDip I am super interested in aged up shenanigans. I’ve kinda been craving the ship like crazy. Could also ship him with Bill’s host for a weird kind of possession love triangle.
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The magician
Wendy stiffened as the attention was suddenly all drawn to her. The fact that he called her Red just made more alarms go off in her mind – the last time she was called that, it had been Bill impersonating Dipper (she thought it was just Dipper behaving strangely due to sleep deprivation).
But with all eyes on her, and the crowd eagerly expecting her to go along with the trick, she smiled (grimaced) and shoved her hands into her pockets and rummaged around.
There was no way he could have slipped a card in anyway, she had kept her eyes on him the entire time. However, her own self-reassurance came and went quickly as her fingers felt firm paper in the back of her jeans.
How did he–?
Very slowly, Wendy pulled out a card from her jeans pockets. Not trusting her own voice in the moment, she held the card high to show that it was, indeed, a Queen of Hearts.
At this point, she was very certain that this street magician was either Bill Cipher incarnate, or at the very least had some deal with the demon somehow.
“Look at that. Queen of Hearts.”
The crowd ooh’d and ahhh’d, dispersing now that the show was over. Bill flashed Wendy a giant grin and slipped over to her, the kind of cocky self-assurance the demon usually displayed now translated through a human body.
“Thanks for being such a good sport.” It was difficult to see his eyes through his sunglasses, but it was his voice that gave him away. He dropped the teasing, almost sleazy cadence to his voice, dropped the mimicry of his host’s own vocal chords. “Been a long time, hasn’t it, Red?”
With the magician’s card in hand, Wendy had no choice but to stick around so that she could return his prop to him. She was still fuming over how the trick hard worked when he was already in front of her, a disconcertingly wide grin on his face, and too much confidence in his posture to put her at ease.
But it was his voice, stripped of disguise and glamour, that confirmed her suspicion.
“Not long enough, Bill,” she bit back, scowling as she held the card out for him to take. Her shoulders tensed, and her hand gripped the straps of her backpack tighter. “How did you come back? Is this your second try at taking over the world or something?”
Despite seeing him in the body of a teen close to her age, Wendy kept being reminded of that time when Bill took over Dipper’s body. Her lips curled into a snarl at the memory. Who know how Bill got this body? But more importantly, what was he planning to do, now that someone let him back into this dimension?
Bill snapped up the card easily, pocketing it back into his deck. The smile never left his face. “Taking over the world? Ha! No way. You humans get way too clingy to your precious reality and sanity. I don’t need to go through all that again. As for how I came back….well, isn’t it obvious? I made a deal.”
He cracked his black leather gloved knuckles and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Well as much as I would absolutely love to catch up, This body could use some fuel.” He smirked and began to walk off. If he knew her, if he knew the type, she would follow. She wouldn’t let him off so easily. “See ya around, Red.”
Sending Out An SOS [closed to 5-minutes-younger]
He laughed a little at that, short-lived as it was. “I think we’re both willing to try just about anything at this point. Whenever we do it ourselves, it feels like we’re dying.” Amit took a deep breath to relax. Dipper was willing to help. That in itself was a relief. “Thank you. I mean it.”
Are you done yet? I wanna talk to Pinetree! We have so much to catch up on!
Amit pressed a hand to his forehead. Not now, Bill. Don’t ruin it…
Psh. I haven’t ruined anything. It’ll be just like old times!
He sighed. “Has he always talked this much? Or am I just lucky?”
Dipper made a noise in the back of his throat, “Lucky? I think the fact you managed to keep your body is lucky enough.” Dipper didn’t have the pleasure of keeping his own body last time. He was tricked right out of it and forced to float around like some kind of ghost! If anything, he would of preferred having Bill just in his mind instead of in his body. Even so, he wouldn’t like Bill inside any part of him. “..But, yeah, he talks. Nonstop. He’s loud and annoying and he’s probably going to try and trick you into something else eventually, because, hey, that’s just Bill.”
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve dealt with him for five years already.” Amit bit his lip. “I’m not so sure me keeping my body was such a good idea, in the long run. Considering...” He reached into his pocket and set aside cash for the coffee. “We should...probably find a place where we can talk about this that isn’t public, huh.”
He stood up to stretch. Bill was still clamoring for control of his body, trying to worm his way past Amit’s defenses. He scrubbed at the itchy, crawling sensation in his arms. Not yet. Damn it Bill, not yet...
Amit glanced at Dipper. “He’s restless,” he said quietly, and headed for the door. Always better to be out of the diner before things had a possibility to get heated.
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Runaway (closed to captivatinginnocence)
Amit wasn’t expecting a girl and a pet pig to open the door. He was expecting the demon to take him to…a cult or something. Not a completely normal house. He couldn’t tell this girl word for word what Bill told him to say. He had to paraphrase. Otherwise he would probably sound insane. “Uh…hi. Um. My name’s Amit. I don’t want to be rude. I really don’t. But…” Amit stopped, laughing a little, still trying to warm himself. “This is really embarrassing, sorry. Can I…get something to eat? Something warm?”
At least the hunger wasn’t a lie. He really was cold. And hungry. What hurt was knowing that the reason Bill had brought him here, and looking right into Mabel’s eyes, was that she struck him as the kind of girl who would invite him in without hesitation. That she would feed him. Make sure he was warm. Probably hide him from her own parents and insist he stay, who knew. He didn’t know what Bill wanted with this girl. But whatever it was, it made Amit uneasy.
“Sorry, I just… It’s kind of a long story.”
She pulls him inside and slams the door shut before he can finish his sentence. The boy was famished and by the looks of it, lost too. Not a lot of people came to your door to awkwardly ask for food, that was for sure. At least, not in California. (well, not in Piedmont) And with the rain forecast to come around noon, he was safe to know that Mabel Pines wasn’t going to let a lost soul wander out like that without an umbrella. “Sure thing, strange-o friend-o!” Chanted the brunette as she pulled him down the corridor and towards the kitchen.
“Boy, are you lucky my brother’s not home. He would’ve slammed the door right in your face if he saw you outside. He’s kind’a paranoid and has a thing against strangers.” She said, matter-of-factly, with a flourish of her hand. Not that that was out of the ordinary. They’d just come out of an oddpocalypse! But they weren’t as shaken in Piedmont as they were in Gravity Falls. In fact, home felt a little too normal nowadays.
She lead him at the table in the kitchen, completely oblivious that she’s been holding his hand all the while until she let go of it. “Whoops! It seems we’ve been holding hands for quite some time. Such… heh… such cold fingers…” She chuckled nervously and promptly turned her back on him. His cold fingers still lingered on her skin. She brushed a warm thumb across the cold marks he left then grabbed a chair from the table and placed it at the counter. She climbed up on it and opened the cupboard above. It was filled with sweets, chips and other junk food snacks, but she pushed them all aside to get to the box of chocolate chip cookies that was in the far back “You’re not from around here, are ya? Are you lost, or something? I nearly got lost once, but that was in San Francisco. I met a few homeless guys there. They chased my brother and I with broken bottles, but we’re all friends now.” She continued to babble as she jumped down from the chair and made her way towards him.
“Mabel Pines,” she gave him a big, braced grin as she opened the bag with a loud pop. “Nice to meet you!” She cheered and stretched the box of cookies towards him.
Amit startled when the girl yanked him inside. He stared at her for a long while before he managed to recover, letting her drag him into the kitchen. It looked...nice. Warm. Like his own mother’s kitchen. The smells were different, but that was what happened when one set of grandparents was from India. He frowned at the mention of her brother. Bill supplied the nickname. Pine Tree. Right. That was so incredibly helpful, and he wasn’t at all being sarcastic.
“Your brother, huh.” Amit blinked at her comment about his hands, rubbing at his own fingers to warm them. “Wow, they really are cold. Sorry about that. No, I’m...I’m not from around here at all.”
A pause. “Wait, you got chased by a bunch of homeless people? Jeez, that must have been scary.” He managed a smile and took only a few of the offered cookies. “Thanks. Mabel. Nice to meet you.”
He frowned slightly as he munched on them. It felt good to have something in his stomach finally, but... “...I don’t think I can go back. To my mom’s, I mean.”
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Sexual M!A’s:
Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex(ex.being thrown against a wall and bitten)(Anon chooses time)
Drunk:Muse will stumble, and talk, slurred, as if they are quite intoxicated, along with hit on anyone, badly.
Truth potion: Muse has to tell the truth about anything asked for an hour.
Tell Me What To Do: Muse is a slave to Anon’s choice
Flustered:When Muse sees, ((anon chooses) can be an OC), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.
S & M: Muse wants to have S & M sex (Anon decides if Muse is S or M and with who)
Whipped Cream: Muse wants everything with whipped cream on it for 3 hours
Heat:Muse will be put into a hot room. Muse is tied to a chair and has to stay in that room for at least an hour. (Under the watch of Anon’s choice)
Take It Off:Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said.(Anon decides how long)
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Vulnerable:Muse is left tied up in a public place, for anyone to take advantage of. (Muse cannot be untied until the 5 hours are up.)
Kitten/Pup Affection: Muse is a “kitten” or “puppy” to (Anon Deicdes), being submissive and has to crawl around on their knees, doing anything there Master(s) say. 24 hours
Name: Has an orgasm every time someone says there name.
Muse can receive as many M!A’s as the Anon’s want to give.
Cute M!A’S:
Lean On Me: With the help of ___ (anon’s choice) your muse will get through something that scared them (the anon can specify or leave it up to the mun) for 3 hours.
Here’s To Never Growing Up: Isn’t that just adorable. Your muse will experience puppy dog love with ___ (anon’s choice) for 2 days.
Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.
Sweet Nothings: Your muse is full of nothing but happiness and positive things to say for 24 hours.
Ariel: Oh no, your muse has lost it’s voice! But they have to tell ___ (anon’s choice) how they feel! If your muse gets a kiss from the chosen person within 2 days they get their voice back, if not well you’ve seen the movie.
Pure: Sex? What’s that? Muse suddenly has the mentality of a three year old, and can’t understand anything ‘adult’. Anon decides the duration.
Dramatic M!A’S:
Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.
Blue Birds of Horror: Animals, particularly birds, hate you for the next two days. They bomb dive and attack you with relentless force until you are safely inside.
Heathers: Your muse becomes a sociopath for 12 hours. If your muse is already a sociopath, he/she becomes empathetic to everyone.
Burn: Muse is severely falling in love with (anon decides who and duration.)
Cough Syrup: (tw) Muse becomes extremely depressed and is not in a good mindset and begins to have thoughts of suicide. (Anon decides duration)
Memories: Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)
Stay: Muse becomes extremely sick and may end up in the hospital for (anon decides illness and how long)
Jealousy: Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.
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The magician
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Classes for today were cancelled, much to Wendy’s delight. It was the last class she would have had anyway, which meant she had an extra Friday all to herself. Normally, she would have gotten her stuff ready to drive back home to Gravity Falls, but with the extra time, she decided to treat herself.
There was a small shopping district near campus, which drew students and tourists alike. A small open plaza was more often than not populated by a busker of some kind, causing small crowds to group around the performer.
Today was no different. As Wendy walked by, people started to clap, applauding the performer after completing a routine. “And now for my next trick!” she heard the performer say, and curious, Wendy glanced over.
Her eyes widened in surprise and her foot caught a rock.
Wendy managed to catch herself quickly after some stumbling. But even after rubbing her eyes, she still couldn’t believe what she saw.
The street performer was wore a bright yellow vest over a white shirt, with black slacks and a black bow tie. Right in the center of his top hat was a triangular charm, with a single eye in the middle. Wendy swallowed. This had to be a coincidence.
But if Bill came back and somehow got a body, what was he doing as a street magician? Wendy watched as he did more tricks, going from cards to scarves to coins. At one point he even did something with fire that she was positive wasn’t just slight of hand. She had to stay and see what he was up to.
The crowds of people watching him shifted, but Wendy stayed resolutely, trying to look for any other similarities between the human before her, and the demon she remembered.
With bright blue fire that didn’t seem to burn him? Most likely not slight of hand at all. The young man wore dark sunglasses that concealed his eyes. Dark skin, dark hair, the balance of his visible features handsome. He grinned as he approached a woman, the very image of the perfect gentleman. “No idea where your card is, huh.”
The girl shrugged sheepishly. “N-no. I have no idea. I put it in my bag like you said…”
“Hmmm. Just like I said, huh. Well that just means one thing.” He made a show of pressing a finger to his temple and holding a hand out towards the crowd. “Guess I better divine where that silly card is hiding, huh?” The magician stopped when his hand was pointing in Wendy’s direction. He stopped, and smiled. “You there, Red–You wouldn’t happen to have a Queen of Hearts on your person, would you?”
Wendy stiffened as the attention was suddenly all drawn to her. The fact that he called her Red just made more alarms go off in her mind – the last time she was called that, it had been Bill impersonating Dipper (she thought it was just Dipper behaving strangely due to sleep deprivation).
But with all eyes on her, and the crowd eagerly expecting her to go along with the trick, she smiled (grimaced) and shoved her hands into her pockets and rummaged around.
There was no way he could have slipped a card in anyway, she had kept her eyes on him the entire time. However, her own self-reassurance came and went quickly as her fingers felt firm paper in the back of her jeans.
How did he–?
Very slowly, Wendy pulled out a card from her jeans pockets. Not trusting her own voice in the moment, she held the card high to show that it was, indeed, a Queen of Hearts.
At this point, she was very certain that this street magician was either Bill Cipher incarnate, or at the very least had some deal with the demon somehow.
“Look at that. Queen of Hearts.”
The crowd ooh’d and ahhh’d, dispersing now that the show was over. Bill flashed Wendy a giant grin and slipped over to her, the kind of cocky self-assurance the demon usually displayed now translated through a human body.
“Thanks for being such a good sport.” It was difficult to see his eyes through his sunglasses, but it was his voice that gave him away. He dropped the teasing, almost sleazy cadence to his voice, dropped the mimicry of his host’s own vocal chords. “Been a long time, hasn’t it, Red?”
OOC: So...I haven’t been around for a while.
And there’s a reason for that.
TL;DR This Bill had their car totaled and is behind on rent because of it.
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Boosting this just in case.
OOC: So...I haven’t been around for a while.
And there’s a reason for that.
TL;DR This Bill had their car totaled and is behind on rent because of it.
Please, if you can contribute, great. If not, please share around so the signal gets boosted. I am also offering $7 tarot readings via paypal, so if you are interested in having your fortune told, send me a PM.
Again, any help at all would be greatly appreciated.
I’m tellin you- y-y-your giant ass portal thing is just so fucking adorable urp and a-a-annoying i mean who the hell needs that big of a large ass contraption to just jump through dimensions? i mean just look at me i’ve just got a fukcing gun for this shit you’re a disgrace stanford, and absolute fucking disgrace are you compensating for something it’s just so huge i-i-i can’t take you or it seriously
this is actually just a single panel in a thing I’m working on since I’ve gotten into this show two days ago and I liked it so much i had to play with it
That didn’t quite go as planned
“Actually… i just miss you.” -- hybridemontriangle
“I…” Fran paused. This had to be a lie. But what if it wasn’t?
“I…” I missed you too. She wanted to say it back, but instead turned her head away, peeking back at Bill. She wanted to say it back, but she was just too proud, too hurt.
“All that…itching….and sweating…” Bill shuddered. “All I had to do was shed my outer shell when I got too big for the old one! Why is everything you humans do so meaty?”
He finally looked back at her. “Don’t even get me started on your evolutionary screw-ups. What kind of quadruped just turns its spine sideways to stand upright? Laziest adaptation I’ve ever seen!”
“We haven’t stopped there.” Fran admitted, shrugging her shoulders slightly and giving a sheepish smirk. “Brains shrinking with age, the woman shrink when we age, and shoes are ruining our feet. But oh well, we have cooked food, different forms of government, and cable TV.” The last sentence was sarcastic, but maybe Bill would get a chuckle out of it.
Bill gave her a slow blink. To his credit he had since learned how to blink both eyes at once. “Y’know, I thought you were a little shorter than I remembered. I think you might just be completely screwed, Frankie. Kind of a shame. If you’d joined me, you would’ve had a whole new lease on life. Now? I can’t even separate myself from this brat without feeling like I’m ripping my own eye out.”
It left a sour feeling in him. Human lives were over in the span of an eye blink. He’d wanted to keep Frankie. She was one of the few humans he actually enjoyed. He still wanted to keep her. Maybe he should bide his strength. Turn her to gold again. That would keep her in stasis. Except she didn’t really appreciate that last time, did she.
“.....I missed you,” he said again. “But I, uh.... Don’t really understand why.”
“Actually… i just miss you.” -- hybridemontriangle
“I…” Fran paused. This had to be a lie. But what if it wasn’t?
“I…” I missed you too. She wanted to say it back, but instead turned her head away, peeking back at Bill. She wanted to say it back, but she was just too proud, too hurt.
Bill said nothing. He was astoundingly patient. Or at least very good at faking it. He had always been very good at faking lots of things. A human mind. Subject to human brain chemical interactions, neurons laced with gold energy firing and secreting and absorbing all the fun little cocktails that created anger and fear and a thousand other emotions and their varying degrees.
He looked away from her and settled his back against the trunk of the tree he was sitting in, shifting to maintain his balance on the branch. “Or maybe I don’t. I don’t know how half this brain works. I’ve never had a meat-based brain for this length of time before. Heck, I haven’t been stuck in a body before.”
She knew it! He was just toying with her again! She looked back at Bill, glaring at him, trying to keep her temper in check. New body, maybe a new outlook in life, but still the same, old, aggravating Bill.
“Maybe what you missed was how you’d toy and torture me?!” she snapped.
His expression twisted into kneejerk, frustrated anger, the glow of his eyes flaring. “Don’t put words in my mouth,” he snapped. “I told you, I don’t know. Do you think I enjoy this? Having oxytocin and serotonin percolating around inside me for five years?”
Bill huffed and shifted again, folding his arms across his chest. “Right, right. I get it. I messed up. Ruined everything. There’s no fixing anything.”
“…five years?” She didn’t realize it had been that long. He wasn’t lying, or pulling anything on her, not this time. She could hear it. And he was trying to talk to her, and here Fran was, opening up old wounds.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”
“Oh for the love of every universe in existence, Frankie. Don’t pity me. Seriously. I’ll break every bone in your body. Even the tiny ones in your ears.” The sleazy used car salesman cadence to Bill’s voice had been dropped. Amazing how subconscious human muscle movements were–Bill might have made an effort to hide the dead seriousness in his expression.
“Everything’s confusing enough already. You know I went through human puberty in this body? Do you know how disgusting that phase is? Your species would be better off forming a chrysalis like any respectable sentient creature.”
Fran tried not to chuckle at Bill’s vague description of puberty. He was probably still hurt, and she didn’t want to make it worse.
“Well, I’d agree with you on all counts. I had to go through it, and watch Stan go through it. Sitting in a pupa the entire time sounds much better.”
“All that...itching....and sweating...” Bill shuddered. “All I had to do was shed my outer shell when I got too big for the old one! Why is everything you humans do so meaty?”
He finally looked back at her. “Don’t even get me started on your evolutionary screw-ups. What kind of quadruped just turns its spine sideways to stand upright? Laziest adaptation I’ve ever seen!”
Sending Out An SOS [closed to 5-minutes-younger]
He cringed at the venom laced in Dipper’s voice. Bill was right, this was a bad idea. But still….he had to try. Even if nothing could be done, he’d never be able to live with himself if he just gave up. He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to think of the gold flecks that were present in his irises even when he was the one in control. “I know that now. I just wanted my life back, and I should have thought harder about the situation, before I made a deal with someone I knew nothing about.”
Amit glanced up to make sure the waitress wasn’t heading their way to take their order. At this point, though, everyone seemed content to directly ignore them. He took a deep breath. “Something’s wrong. With both of us. When we made our deal, he was dying. He couldn’t…force me out of my body. And he couldn’t leave it, either. It’s been the two of us in the same body for five years straight.”
He fingered the cuff of his sleeve. “These have been here since summer of last year. I…remember things. But they’re not from me. They’re from him. It’s how I knew about you. About how you saved Gravity Falls. And Bill, he….”
Don’t you dare, kid. Or I’m cutting you off.
Amit swallowed in fear and looked down. “…..He….doesn’t want me to talk about it.”
Dipper remained quiet as the other spoke, his anger still painfully obvious. He wouldn’t interrupt him, but he wasn’t exactly feeling generous either. He was deciding on telling Amit no, let this guy deal with Bill, let him suffer because of him. He didn’t want any part in it and he’d much sooner rebuild the memory gun himself and let this guy forget everything about himself instead of going about it some harder, more complex and frustrating way. But that was just the shock and anger talking. He knew what it was like to be tricked by Bill and almost lose everything because of him. He couldn’t complete blame him, this guy didn’t know anything about Bill or what he could do. He was just another victim. As Amit continued to explain his situation, Dipper’s anger subsided (Only slightly) to a sense of curiosity. Bill couldn’t get this guy out of his own body? Yet he was still in there? That definitely wasn’t good, but at least that meant Bill wasn’t as powerful as he used to be. Maybe they could even kill him this time instead of just being a temporary inconvenience to him. “Wait.. Bill can’t possess you? He’s just.. stuck in there? You’re sure that wasn’t some part of the deal, right?.. Bill shouldn’t.. you shouldn’t even be talking to me right now if Bill is in your head, he should of shoved you out and took all the room for himself … Just what did you get yourself into?”
“N-no, he can. And he does. But…he agreed to let me talk to you. I convinced him it was a bad idea to meet you directly.” He smiled. “I guess I was right. It would have been a lot worse. When Bill and I first met, he was…dying. He was barely much of anything. I don’t think he had the power to pull me out of my body.”
Amit looked down, stared into his coffee. He didn’t deserve to look Dipper in the face, not after all this. “I don’t know what I’ve gotten into. Neither does he. I would have tried to contact your great-uncle, but… to be honest I think he would have just walked out the door by now. And I don’t blame him.”
He leaned back in his chair, shifting his legs and arms in an effort to get more comfortable, to relieve this awful anxiety turning his stomach in knots. “Just a few months ago Bill decided that he was strong enough to go back to the Mindscape. But when he tried to leave, it was like we were both being ripped apart. The pain was so bad I woke up on my bedroom floor with the worst headache of my life. That’s when I knew that we had to find you.”
It was true, if Dipper had to speak to Bill face-to-possession, he’d probably would of shut him down immediately. Dipper was done with the demon, he nearly lost everything to the creep and he had the audacity to come crawling back to him because he screwed up? It was almost too good, almost too ironic to even be real. It was pathetic, really. He was only really listening to their pleas because, even if Bill was involved, there still was some poor sap that fell into Bill’s trap. He knew he was clever, tricky.. he couldn’t really be bad, Dipper himself was possessed by the demon, almost had to live the rest of his life through a sock puppet! “So.. I’m supposed to be figuring out how to get you two apart?.. I’ll tell you, last time I had to get Bill out of my body, I literally had to beat him out.”
He laughed a little at that, short-lived as it was. “I think we’re both willing to try just about anything at this point. Whenever we do it ourselves, it feels like we’re dying.” Amit took a deep breath to relax. Dipper was willing to help. That in itself was a relief. “Thank you. I mean it.”
Are you done yet? I wanna talk to Pinetree! We have so much to catch up on!
Amit pressed a hand to his forehead. Not now, Bill. Don’t ruin it...
Psh. I haven’t ruined anything. It’ll be just like old times!
He sighed. “Has he always talked this much? Or am I just lucky?”
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