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THROWBACK. okay that’s all i’ve got for right now, everything else in drafts ( which is currently 5 if I’ve written the list correctly ) is in various states of incomplete but will be coming in a finished batch probably at some point tomorrow. sUPER sorry for the delay! I wanted to write everything out so i could post everything at once but i just kept getting distracted by life when i should have been done with this last week.
HOW utterly embarrassing; to be caught with tears down his cheeks by someone so small, so delicate. The girl next to him, in an attempt to comfort him — the sword had assumed she was very, very young, perhaps a good fifteen years old. And he, the one crying? Nearly four hundred.
❝I-I’m not crying—!❞ Yet he still accepted the kind handkerchief, wiping his face clean of those shameful tears. It was just frustrating, how his clothing always found a way to get torn and dirty when he least expected it. ❝I’m sorry, just— Give me a moment, okay?❞
sign departs & this is RIDICULOUS, so very ridiculous & others were starting to notice, eyes swiveling to land ‘pon pair ( for once she’s not CAUSE of attention yet awkwardness is ever strong within marrow of ivory & gold gilt bones. ) elfin hand reaches, lithe digits ENTANGLING within fabric of his shirt & she TUGS ( !! ) as feet begin to move, dragging him behind & away from spectators without giving opportunity for REFUSAL to be made.
❝ Why are you crying? You don’t look HURT so I doubt there’s a good reason for this. ❞
& she’s not good with TEARS, be they her own or anothers & so she goes with what she knows ;; HARDENED vocables spitting out statement oft uttered by faceless, nameless servants back when she was lonely, jealous child sequestered away within main house as opposed to warm embrace of parents.
Her sympathy, it’s thrown right back in her face. It’s her fault for misunderstanding, and when she realises her error, she stops smiling. Oh.
Then the girl is pointing at her, raising her voice in a way that demands answer — and Ayano flinches back, eyes wide. Was it — did she really — her face goes red with embarrassment, and weakly, she tries to stutter out an apology. Did she mess up that bad? She was only trying to help.
Ever-slow on the uptake, comprehension comes later. When it does, she whirls around, staring at the building in question while her face burns. Oh?… Oh!
… she can’t even defend herself on that. Ayano turns back to the girl, smiling ruefully.
Well. That is one kind of change.
‘… I’m not sure how they do it,’ she begins slowly, setting the pace even though her mind screams for her to hurry up. It doesn’t seem like this girl has a lot of patience. ‘But that happens a lot. This place, it — everything moves every couple of hours. It’s kind of…’
Neat, she wants to say, but doesn’t. Coming from a place where reality wasn’t so set in stone, it’s never bothered her much; for other people, though, it must be tough. She should be more kind.
‘Do you need to be somewhere?’ Ayano asks, offer hanging on her lips. It takes her a moment, pressing a cold hand to her flushed face, but she gets it out.
‘I can… I can help you look. I don’t mind.’
& HELP, assistance is not something readily accepted, ever SELF SUFFICIENT since childhood ( relying on another oft feels akin to POISON within cobalt veins beneath fair flesh ) ;; t’is not easy but rather so very hard & so throwback does what so always does when things get hard
( she fails. )
svelte arms cross at ADOLESCENT breast, annoyance threading through ever the DELICATE featured mien so very strongly as BAD HABIT takes hold once more to internal dismay. ( had she not gotten STRONGER? had she not gotten better? old habits die hard yet , surely , they had lessened under own personal growth over time or, perhaps, was atavist reaching to HIGH as always? )
❝ You had to be TOLD what was wrong ... ❞
singular trim brow lifts, dark arch ‘pon alabastarine visage & INTERNALLY she stands downtrodden, filled with DISAPPOINTMENT as self & at tongue that eternally REFUSES to cooperate. ( she hate this, hates herself yet such thoughts are internalized so prettily, held captive beneath STONE expression & no hint ever goes displayed for the viewing pleasure of others. )
tonality known so very well, sixteen years & route is since MEMORIZED, known better than she knows herself with hubris forever within way of everything, you see, & t’is an AUTOMATIC response that teenager simply cannot stop, cannot CONTROL & especially when ‘round strangers, those who do not know of truth hidden beneath utterances.
( yet again it’s a feeling of HOMESICKNESS within trim belly. )
❝ How do you expect to HELP ME? ❞
Taking note that the other did not completely comprehend her punny joke, the teen continues to giggle (mostly to herself). “That’s right, ding ding! My friends call me Honey Lemon, cute don’t you think?” Curiously peering towards the stranger, she proposes a friendly handshake.
“Well, what’s your name, miss?”
After the realization of what the other said, she nods. “Oooo! You’re right. vinegar? Are you sure? I mean, it’s not everyday I come face-to-face-with bees.”
❝ Of course I’m sure , it’s common knowledge that bees, like flies, are attracted to SWEET & repelled by BITTER or SOUR.. ❞
did she truly not know this? or, perhaps, was it a test to see if she, herself, knew of what was spoken? either way, knowledge departs all the same to answer question posed & ;; gaze focuses ‘pon offered hand, UNCERTAINTY teasing cavity of chest.
hesitation for one moment, two, ‘fore own tiny hand is reaching, taking the other & , though out of practice, she knows the way of a PROPER shake.
❝ SHIRAKIIN RIRICHIYO. ❞
His ex-fiancee’s reactions were always a delicious treat; easily offended, hurt and a masochist who denied it. Honestly, all these attributes of hers made teasing so much more entertaining, and the fun milked from it never ended until he called for it. But the topic of Hive City, of what she should do from now on was a serious one, and something he had lent assistance to for others to overcome. Looking down at her due to their height comparison, his voice lowed only briefly, although he kept his grin and happy-go-lucky attitude. “Home, you say? Going back home should be the least of your concerns,”
Crossing his arms, certainly his feelings on being there were entirely mixed with his current situation, along with the relationships and what he had built in Hive City. He adopted a child that saw him as a hero and a father figure, began dating a girl that didn’t judge him, as well as made a family and furthering plans for his future in this city. Not a future at his home. This was his new home, but he did find himself missing people, like her, for example. “I’ve been here for nine months. Time sure flies by! Especially in this ruthless city. Planning ways to leave is a masochistic thing to do!”
Of course, his entirely new life never wiped his slate with her. “Follow me!” With a gesture in response to his command, he began to walk, Kagerou’s destination being that of inside a building so that the two could talk more privately instead of out in the middle of the street. Continuing their conversation while getting there, he considered the possibility of forming his new life with his old. As a friend? As someone he looked after? There were so many that he watched for, and for a friend from before, his protective streak won’t halt and instead extend towards her.
“Oooh? What if I told you by speeding it up, you’ll be able to live with me inside of my mansion? Until you have enough to be independent, seeing as you were living by yourself in Ayakashi Kan,” An offer carefully crafted to tempt the young teen, Kagerou realizing her nature wouldn’t allow her to look any less prideful. While she was supplied an apartment, she would have to work for any money she required, as well as live near those that may be labeled as dangerous in Hive City. There was a lot of cons to living alone, and the pros to accepting his invitation outweighed anything she would be able to say about it. After all, he did imply that a job could be obtained, especially without her SS refusing such participation. “What do you say about it?”
the thing with being an ATAVIST is that there are those you will never be rid of, bonds that follow through each death & rebirth & death yet again for their community is ever small & connections will constantly be forged meaning that she is, surely, stuck with this man until the end of time itself. ( most likely there would be more betrothals to match new lives to mend this ones happily shattered engagement though she doubted any future endeavors would have more favorable results. )
automatically she follows, falling into step beside him with ever the ease yet DESTINATION remains unknown ( far too much of this city remains foreign for comfort ;; she HATES this feeling, sense of UNCERTAINTY towards surroundings. ) & all at once speech comes once more, catching attention so very thoroughly with what was said, round aboutly offered. ( of course he knows the proper wording. )
❝ Live ... with ... ❞
SURPRISE wars with TEMPTATION yet never has she been skilled, gifted with ability to properly voice appreciation, to vocalize that which she wants ;; teenager used to own space, you see at main house she’d encounter others only when necessary & ayakashikan was first place to instill desire to be amongst others yet still she could retire, hide on a floor that housed only one other. here there were people abound, strangers pressing in to the point where it became hard to breathe.
should she move into mansion, surely space would be gained once more & yet to admit appreciation?
❝ Figures you’d get yourself a mansion. ❞
arms cross at breast & there is not hint at CONTEMPLATION within mentality & for several beats t’is SILENCE that prevails ‘fore utterance departs o’er curvature of lips once more & for once it does not go dipped in poison, though FABRICATED sense still exists all the same.
❝ If you wish for me to be able to move in, then I believe that could be arranged. B - but only until I am able to be INDEPENDENT! This city may be a lot of things, but , perhaps it is the perfect chance to finally be able to be alone. ❞
that had been her GOAL originally, had it not? to be alone? she had gotten sidetracked before, plan derailed by others but now, without a doubt, there would be little to stand in her way this time around. ( without the presence of others constantly calling to her, pulling her out of own LONELY corner it seemed inevitable she’d regress back to how she had been before & if such happened, she doubted she’d attempt to fight it. )
❝ Alright then, how do we do this? I’m only doing this for YOU, know that, seeing as how I’d be PERFECTLY FINE on my own, as you well know ;; well, it would be easier to work towards independence around another who already knows what i’m like. I’d expect you to allow me my PRIVACY when I’m able. Non-negotable. ❞
He wasn’t the kind to get angry over such thing, no. Frustrated, yes, maybe even upset! Shishiou came from a country and time that helping other people, regardless of who they were, was a polite and kind thing to do. Yorimasa was polite – he was a very kind man, who had his own opinions about political matters despite the affiliation with his clan, his family –, and so was Shishiou.
Despite not hearing a thank you coming from the short (very pretty) girl, he didn’t mind it much (opposed to his nue, who seemed somewhat upset).
❝ Had ya really? Ya didn’t seem to be doin’ much. ❞
Now that he takes his time & think of it, she didn’t seem terrified either. Maybe she had everything under control, but wasn’t it fine, though? The bad guys were gone.
❝ It’s fine if yer too shy to say thank you! This little guy here won’t mind much. ❞
she was the one who STARTED it in the first place ( & she wonders what he’d think if such TRUTH went announced ) & so matter would have been solved by own merit eventually. years had been spent learning the CHILDISH CRUELTY of peers & time had developed a method to get it to stop, a method infallible after all this time ;; if undesired savior had not appeared, this meet would have gone the way of all the others, of that there was no doubt within atavistic mind.
❝ They would have seen that their attempts were not yielding results & , as such , would have GROWN TIRED of the farce. As it was, I was close to offering them tips ;; I’ve met with worse ‘ bullies ‘ when I was seven. ❞
shrug accompanies utterance, gentle shift in elevation of curved shoulders & crossed arms adjust ever minutely ;; she could not deny aid had taken place, be it NEEDED or not, yet if any desire to speak thanks took to bloom, it diminished the moment this strange blonde male continued his speech. ( rule number one when conversing with one SHIRAKIIN RIRICHIYO is to refrain from speaking of things that may evoke feelings of embarrassment or awkwardness. t’is also rules two, three & four, you see. )
❝ T - There is no reason to give my thanks! Your assistance was not required in the first place! ❞
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[ ♥ ] - “Chiyo-chan…”
Words immediately parted from her lips one she spotted long strands of raven hair flowing in the wind. Immediately, even without second thoughts- she knew who that was. It would have been silly of her to reconsider it as another person, as there was only one person in which she knew very well. Her companion- her best friend, was also here. Vocabularies lacked to describe how relieved she felt about this, not to mention how happy she was to see a dear friend. Despite both of them being in a tight situation, she knew that hope still rose from it all.
As long as they were together, then nothing was impossible to achieve. Therefore, they will go home together- and would return back to everyone at the Ayakashi Kan. Casually approaching the petite figure while an arm extended towards her, she delicately wrapped her fingers around the other’s without further ado, warmth finally occupying the lonesome hand.
How worried she was that she might have not found anyone here… Alas, that was proven wrong just now. A soft smile lacing her lips, she softly spoke.
[ ♥ ] - “I found Chiyo-chan… I’m glad.”
❝ ROROMIYA ❞
surprise, DISBELIEF laces vocables ever BLATANTLY at familiar figure & unlike earlier encounter with other former apartment mate, suspicion does not near AUTOMATICALLY bloom within adolescent breast ;; rather t’is a burst of ANGER that surprises amethyst atavist within intensity, idea of gashadokuro abducted as well hardly PLEASANT & turns bitter & VILE ‘pon tongue.
( yet QUICKLY does sense of RELIEF chase such away for FRIEND has arrived & though no smile adds curvature to lips, own digits adjust, return hold of pink crowned girl. )
❝ You’re here ... How ... ❞
& proper speech seems IMPOSSIBILITY ( what a RARITY such is, karuta should be proud that mere appearance was capable of creating such DISTURBANCE within petite throwback, capable of sending her flying into FLUX. ) & fact that love resides within heart for fellow atavist deemed BELOVED best friend saves them both from truly SCATHING tonality falling forth in attempt to distract from verbal inadequacies.
own abduction since deemed bad enough, former fiance also residing within strange city raised enough questions ;; that another she knows should show up is STARTLING, WORRYING, FRIGHTENING. they were supposed to be SAFE, guarded, yet measures placed had failed if at least three had been taken from ayakashikan. ( the others must be out of their minds with the two of them gone, for, unlike kagerou they were not prone to simply DISAPPEARING without trace. )
❝ When did you get here? How did ❞
no, she already knew that answer.
❝ Is anyone else with you? Sorinizuka? Yukinokoji - san? Miketsukami? ❞
S - I - N - G !
vivaciores:
﴾ ♪ ﴿ —‣ The album store was amazing here in the Hive. They had such a wide array of music and a lot of things he had never heard. Melodies, harmonies– a lot of it was unique and thrilling to hear for the first time. A cd was plopped intot he machine, the touch pad mauvered around on until sound could be heard pouring out of the headphones that were slid in place over Syo’s ears. Foot tapped on the carpeted floor in time with painted nails against the wooden case as he got into the groove of the tune he was expierencing. Of course it was nothing like Nanami’s music but it didn’t make it any less spectacular. Soon enough he was lost int he sound and singing along without realizing, voice cutting through the quiet store at loud and strong intervals, right along with the music.
she doubts they have what she listens to ;; tracks composed of PIANO KEYS & VIOLIN STRINGS, humanity & beauty shown through musical notes as opposed to vocalization of overbilled singers & atavist went raised on the classical of the world when alone within SPACIOUS living quarters of childhood & very little else manages to catch & keep violet attention.
with ever the DISINTERESTED fingers she flips through cd after cd, every so often pulling one free only to return it near AUTOMATICALLY as they fail to capture eye & all at once a voice sounds from other side of store, startling teenage girl & though attempts are made to IGNORE it, t’is deemed impossible & , sure enough , feet lead her close to annoyance & single figure pokes to gain attention.
❝ You're being LOUD. It’s distracting. ❞
BOLD all that applies to your muse!
Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Chubby | Athletic | Muscular | Lean Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored Gender: Male | Female | Non-Binary | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other | ????? | Verse dependent Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education | Self-Taught | Taught by Someone | Other Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with children | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless | Verse dependent Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | Older brother | ??? Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | Verse dependent I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | Hearing Disorder/Deafness Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable | Clumsy | Rebellious | Emotional | Swears | Lazy Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone | Been in a “war”
Tribute to Cocoa Fujiwara (Inu x Boku SS) She was only one year older than me before she passed away. R.I.P.
┈「 ❦ 」┈ ► One glance at her displeased expression was all it took for him to realize that he had encountered a rather stubborn individual who did not think being polite was necessary. Or rather, someone who preferred to keep a hard front. ”I’m not asking for a please. I’m telling you that if you want help, you should ask in a nicer tone. Though, I suppose you don’t have to if you don’t mind wandering around and ending up in unknown dangerous places.” Her young appearance didn’t prevent him from being direct and harsh with her.
he’s right, she knows, yet pleasantness, niceties have never been COMFORTABLE ‘pon slick of tongue & as such are only utilized when absolutely necessary ( when around the family where it has since become knee-jerk reaction reminiscent of downtrodden child ) but, if it would get her what was desired
❝ Could you ... ❞
already cheeks are heating in embarrassment, AWKWARDNESS ;; shoulders rounding as if to provide protection from nonexistent danger & it’s a fight, a struggle to get the rest of statement out uncolored by VILE poison of ingrained habit ( when continuation comes, words depart in rush & attention is focused elsewhere as if to provide distance. )
❝ PLEASE show me around? ❞
( a pause then )
❝ HAPPY? ❞
( Oh, so close. )
➣ Kabocha Gohan
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[ Ω ]—— There are sights that are out of ordinary in Hive City, a result of several cultures and races all piled together in one place without any sort of control. Shouichi can swear he’d already seen many more oddities than what his own experience back home and the Unknown provided.
Not only he’d gotten accustomed to the new deal, but decided to embrace it. Not that he’d find the fact he’s holding a rather large squash in his hands like it’s a baby weird in itself, but he looks so cheerful he’d offer a luminous smile to whoever passes by and sees him.
He’s sitting on a bench, beaming down at the fruit he managed to buy with a cheap price and humming to himself about how to use it for dinner, when he notices someone is staring at him. Turning to the young girl, he never wipes that smile off his face just yet.
“Hey, can I help you? Do you want some of this?” He holds up the squash like it’s some kind of trophy. Well, he feels like it is one at this moment.
stay has been short within city yet already number of oddities have been seen & perhaps ‘tis these very oddities that have aided in acclimation coming so very swiftly, reminding her of home, of things within ayakashikan dubbed normal for her kind, the company kept easily seemed strange, even FRIGHTENING for those normal, you see.
& atavist has seen odd meals enjoyed with such gusto ‘pon more than one occasion yet to see one other than starving skeleton friend strongly garners full attention ( he’s so obviously, VIBRANTLY happy it’s near blinding to jaded violet gaze & it takes several beats of ancient heart to manage reply. )
❝ NO, I do not want some, has that even been COOKED? ❞
personal preference is cooked ( personal preference is not at all, should she be honest ) & to see this stranger feasting ‘pon yellow fruit is startling on such standpoint alone ;; confusion & threads of DISGUST showing ever slightly ‘pon adolescent mien.
❝ Where did you even get that? & why are you eating it in PUBLIC, of all places? ❞
A very kind child decided to give directions to the supposed ‘tea pot ride’, Pearl didn’t exactly remember the name, but she enjoyed last time she went there with Steven and the others back in Beach City. Maybe it would be nice to visit it one more time.
“Alright. Please lead the way.”
& there is no taking of hand, no gesture ;; instead it’s movement, unannounced steps beginning in direction of sought after ride for this unknown adult ( silent trips go rarely appreciated, she knows, & while she, herself, is comfortable in such scenarios, attempt goes made all the same albeit so very AWKWARDLY. )
❝ You’re at the festival alone? ❞
A moment of mute pondering in response; if that was the concern, then it was well within her potential to lend assistance, if it might be accepted by the other female.
“I understand; this place is a maze. It’s a nightmare to get used to”. She kept that photogenic memory skill under wraps; an advantage that wouldn’t do much to help the other once they had gone their separate ways. “I’m afraid I don’t know of anywhere that hands out physical maps.
I’ve a map on my phone, though I doubt that’ll be much use if you’re looking to memorize the area. There might be somewhere or someone that can point us in the direction of such a place”.
a map is what throwback figures she needs & after some time spent studying, memorizing everything shall be good, shall be fine ;; sense of new, undesired surroundings to take edge of unappreciated beginnings of PANIC threading through patchwork veins whenever iron grasp fails even the slightest, you see, & she does not do well in scenarios such as these, where control is not within own tiny palms.
❝ That’s probably because they figure that knowing our way around this city would make us feel COMFORTABLE. ❞
( CLEARLY these people liked to watch others SQUIRM as some sick form of entertainment. )
& but brief moment of hesitation & ( ‘ phone? ‘ ) most FEARED enemy of petite youth, causer of stress like no other &, you see, she’d very much like to avoid one for the time being.
❝ That is QUITE ALRIGHT ;; like you say, it would not do much good. ❞
another pause, &
❝ Have you been here long? ❞
shuuns
“Should you be out here alone? It can be pretty dangerous, y’know. It can be reeally scary when it’s dark, too!”
The girl looked young, a lot younger then Asahina at least and that caused the bruentte to worry. Maybe it isn’t her place to do so, but she can’t just let someone who looks like they would be an easy target be left alone. If something happened, she would feel awful about it.
& t’is a TALENT, you see, for atavist to know when she is being judged, being underestimated simply by diminutive size ( it happens so often, really, it’d be more of a skill to remain ever so painfully OBLIVIOUS after all this time. ) & arms cross & vainglory slithers into blue dyed veins once more as steps quell & attention lifts to unfamiliar interloper.
❝ I’m not a CHILD, you know. I can take care of myself. ❞
sixteen going on so much older with a face that has seen generations, has spanned ETERNITY it sometimes seems & what goes classified as DANGEROUS to others does not to her nor her kind, thank you very much.
➤ Ririchiyo is cornered by a bully, but Shishiou comes to the rescue! shuuns
❝ Oi!
What do you think you’re doing? ❞
Sense of justice tingling. A bunch of way taller guys & girls alike picking on someone way shorter than them? Not where the tachi could see, no. Though, with the boy’s own short stature, what could he really do against them? Especially with his real sword stolen.
❝ HYOO! HYOO! ❞
An eerie crying sound, known to be ill-omened and capable of bringing the worst of the disasters, came from the creature on the man’s back; and at the sign of its aliveness, they were quick on their feet to turn and escape.
she is no STRANGER to the cruel, childish taunts & insults directed towards diminutive form ( she is not wet, dripping as ever IMPISH youth cackle at misery created & such is considered a PLUS this time around ) & amethyst atavist does not give, does not bend nor break beneath pressure exerted so very amateurishly ;; instead, here she stands a pillar, flesh turned MARBLE rather than wilted violet stem.
& t’is not ‘till event goes interrupted that porcelain mask shifts, cracks to allow expression of surprise to dance ‘pon mien ( she is not used to others coming to rescue in matters such as this ;; battle, yes, ‘ abduction ‘ , sure, but not simply BULLYING for she is not so fragile to SHATTER ( !! ) beneath it, not anymore. )
eyes take in this stranger, the thing ‘pon his back yet she does not run like the others ;; she’s seen worse, you see, raised to recognize youkai since gone forgotten by those outside the families & some of them are COMPLETE within TERROR INDUCING capabilities but this one seems held within control by unexpected savior & so there is , surely , no reason to feel even nervousness. ( perhaps that is her downfall this time around. )
❝ You didn’t need to do that, you know. I had everything under CONTROL. ❞
THROWBACK. okay i’ve got 10 replies at last check ( 7 of which are already written out in my notebook & just need to be typed up ), four starters & one message to get to today. i just finished my breakfast of left over cake from last night so - cracks knuckles - lets gO
