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@ssrbeckybarnes
Would anyone like a starter? I’m gonna be working on replies, but I’d love to add new threads to my list!
"oops"
Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.
@jasonxtoddred
She probably should not have invited him back to her place. But he had seemed… lost. The soldier hadn’t really expected him to take her up on the offer, but here they were now - she just in a towel and him staring.
“It’s rude to stare,” she remarked, before breezing past him and heading over to the tiny refrigerator she had. Pouring herself a cup of water from a jug kept inside there, she glanced back to see if he was still staring then looked over herself. She’d not really thought that much about just wearing a towel - hadn’t thought much about herself in some time actually. But some vague memory told the asset this was not what she was supposed to do.
Straightening up, she gave a little smirk then headed back towards her room. “I’ll go get changed. But the shower is now free, as you can tell. You can freshen up if you feel the need. Or grab a cup of coffee. I don’t know.”
She shrugged, then went inside the room and lightly nudged the door closed behind her so she could get changed. Well, at least she remembered to close the door.
@jasonxtoddred
Noticing that his hands would shake he clasped his hands together rubbing them with expressionless face looking down upon them seeing the wounds and visible small cuts he then glaced back at her worryingly not wanting her to notice. Jason felt estranged and alien when it came to people caring about him - - having trust issues with his old mentor that betrayed him caused mental issues which resided with in him. Clenching his chiselled jawline realising he was shirtless hoping it was an annoyance towards her yet he asked politely.” You don’t have something i could throw on?” His visible chest rose up and down as he felt estatic to see vodka - - taking the bottle in his hand as he hadn’t forgot her sudden stop to her sentence it seemed she was obviously hiding her past but Jason wasn’t exactly judgemental - - he was leanient to those he called a “friend”. “Thank you. I appreciate it. I also usually have a drink when after i’ve gone on a run.” By run he meant killing spree - - but he didn’t want to spare her the details not wanting to spoil the moment he was having - - the moment of getting to know more about her. Feeling empathy towards her - - raising the bottle to his warm lips taking a drink of vodka turning his face away as he took a long gulp. Jason winced - - wiping his wet warm lips with the side of his hand.
“I never had the opportunity to travel when i spent time with - “He sighed and shook his head not wanting to advertantly spoil the moment and reveal his ties to Batman.” - with a person i once loved.” Shrugging his broad shoulders he simply turned away with his body language conveying sadness yet he tried not too begrudge his previous life.” I have to admit it’s relaxing knowing you won’t judge my actions. It’s different. I don’t care if you were a killer or not. What you did in the past i assume they were mistakes? I’ve felt the feeling of losing - - I haven’t lost yet and I never will.” Jason then took a seat on the cushioned sofa in the cormer as he seemed to be in a daze - - looking on the orange brick wall opposite him.”We we’re made into who we are today. Although i don’t consider myself a hero or a saviour to those that can not defend themselves. I am just trying to do what’s best.” Not being able to help he revealed a glimpse to his past “No hero intervened to save me from The Joker’s torment.” Jasons eyes became slightly teary but luckily they were masked with his face turning away - - grasping onto the bottle tighter raising it to his lips as he took another drink - - he sniffed after swallowing the strong liquor feeling it slide down his throat.
“I might have something,” she replied, thinking about it for a moment. Of course she had noticed him shirtless (not such a bad sight), and her place was perhaps not the warmest. Or perhaps it just wasn’t all that comfortable to be shirtless. At any rate, when she was first on the move after Hydra she had stolen quite a bit to stay alive and safe - that had, on occasion, included clothes. And there was a guys shirt somewhere in her room. Pretty old, and she’d worn it but... A shirt nonetheless. “I might have a shirt.” She headed back towards her room, listening to him speak. “A drink can help,” she replied softly, before rooting around in her room for a shirt.
She peered back out into the living space now and then, listening as he continued speaking. She was silent, then a slight smile grew on her features - hidden as she turned away and kept looking for the shirt. “Well, I’m glad you don’t care. They weren’t mistakes as such. It’s a complicated situation.” She trusted him somewhat, which was a little surprising actually, but he didn’t need to know anything about her past. Not just now. Finally finding a shirt that would fit, she headed back out to him and held the shirt out. “Here. This might fit. Probably be a bit big. It was huge on me.”
She wrinkled her nose a little, brow furrowing as she processed what he said. “The Joker~?” Actually, she had heard that name. Seemed he had his own troubled past. Not something she’d question just now - and she’d ignore that sniff. Let him have some dignity and privacy.
“Sounds like you have it rather tough. A lot of... responsibility. Or something like that. I’m... sorry about whatever happened. That no one was there.”
Permanent Starter Call
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"oops"
Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.
@jasonxtoddred
She probably should not have invited him back to her place. But he had seemed… lost. The soldier hadn’t really expected him to take her up on the offer, but here they were now - she just in a towel and him staring.
“It’s rude to stare,” she remarked, before breezing past him and heading over to the tiny refrigerator she had. Pouring herself a cup of water from a jug kept inside there, she glanced back to see if he was still staring then looked over herself. She’d not really thought that much about just wearing a towel - hadn’t thought much about herself in some time actually. But some vague memory told the asset this was not what she was supposed to do.
Straightening up, she gave a little smirk then headed back towards her room. “I’ll go get changed. But the shower is now free, as you can tell. You can freshen up if you feel the need. Or grab a cup of coffee. I don’t know.”
She shrugged, then went inside the room and lightly nudged the door closed behind her so she could get changed. Well, at least she remembered to close the door.
@jasonxtoddred
Not noticing she was behind him as it had taken him only a few minutes to realise staring up looking into the reflection of the mirror as his facial expression deemed serious as he splashed his face.”It always has to be done. I don’t take chances by letting criminals go especially those that mock society’s laws. When the judicial fails people who they look turn too - heroes parading in tights thinking the only way to help people is to subdue and lock a criminal up.” Jasons tone sounded angry and disgruntled -reaching his hand outward to the towel rack as he grasped onto the red cotton coloured towels, pressing his face as he wiped the beads of water away. Turning as he watched her feeling some what surprised that she seemed concerned about his cuts even though they weren’t a bother to him - - he was used to enduring physical pain. It had been a part of his training.
“I’ll survive. This isn’t the worst i’ve been through.” Jason felt as if he were being rude with his words trying to decline her offer for help but it had been something he was used too - - taking care of himself was instinctual which remained with in his life for a very long time.” I am sorry. You’re welcome to help. Usually I am on the floor with a bottle of vodka treating my wounds. You don’t have anything to drink do you?.” Retruning a faint smile formed over his lips until his eyes lowered to the towels. Following out of the bathroom standing close by her he shrugged his broad shoulders while scanning his eyes over his cut and bruised knuckles. A thought impended on his mind since she seemed so casual with him killing criminals - - she did not protest or project her ideals onto him - - he questioned her.”I have to say I find it odd that you’re okay with me killing criminals. When people often find vigilantes criminals they give them the “speech”. They think I am acting on vengeance but I am doing what’s right. I am doing this to protect people. You’ve killed before haven’t you?”Jason made a risky assumption frowning his brows - -ideally he liked being around her - - he seemed to get along with her and found her some what interesting but he felt slightly infatuated with her but kept that resided with in him.
She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him, though she understood his reasoning. His line of thought mostly fit hers but she was still rather unsure of herself and what she had done in the past. She wasn’t likely to be fighting, properly, any time soon. She didn’t feel it was her duty to protect any one, or to kill. But she understood. At least he seemed to be fine this time around, the injuries were small and he would live.
“I probably have vodka. It’s not the same as back--” Home? Russia wasn’t her home land, but it had been her place of base for some time. “I’m used to the vodka in Russia. Even the cheap stuff there is better than most of the crap here.” But she had acquired the taste, and vodka was always a good shout. So she moved to the little kitchen, then searched for the bottle she knew was there somewhere. At his questions, she was silent and didn’t reply. Not until she’d found the vodka and placed it on the counter. Turning back to look at him, she regarded him carefully before giving an honest answer. “Yes. I have. Not for some time. I don’t do that any more.” But she was still programmed to think different, and after what she had done she was not likely to be giving any one a speech on when or when not to kill (or whether you should kill at all). Death happened.
“Right, wrong...” She gave a little shrug, “Nothing’s so simple as to be either one of those. No one ever agrees on what’s right or wrong. I’m not involved. You do what you feel you have to. I don’t kill any more. I don’t want to, and I shouldn’t. But I don’t judge, and I won’t try to stop you.” She turned and took out a glass, pouring a generous amount of vodka into it before stepping forwards and holding out the bottle to him.
"oops"
Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.
@jasonxtoddred
She probably should not have invited him back to her place. But he had seemed… lost. The soldier hadn’t really expected him to take her up on the offer, but here they were now - she just in a towel and him staring.
“It’s rude to stare,” she remarked, before breezing past him and heading over to the tiny refrigerator she had. Pouring herself a cup of water from a jug kept inside there, she glanced back to see if he was still staring then looked over herself. She’d not really thought that much about just wearing a towel - hadn’t thought much about herself in some time actually. But some vague memory told the asset this was not what she was supposed to do.
Straightening up, she gave a little smirk then headed back towards her room. “I’ll go get changed. But the shower is now free, as you can tell. You can freshen up if you feel the need. Or grab a cup of coffee. I don’t know.”
She shrugged, then went inside the room and lightly nudged the door closed behind her so she could get changed. Well, at least she remembered to close the door.
@jasonxtoddred
Feeling unjust and irrevocably nervous struggling to find some place else to look but he could not help himself but stare at her - - clenching his hands into fists to stop his hands from twitchin. Simply he lowered his gaze to floor with his head being lowered feeling like a sad dog that had done something explicitly wrong.” My apoogies. I um - - I should of - - “ He swallowed thickly while fumbling over his words, shaking his head as he blinked.” - I should of knocked before coming in. It’s just I wasn’t expecting to find you here in a towel.” Placing both of his hands behind his back wanting to conceal his blood stained knuckles. A gentle curve appeared over his lips an expression of softness exuded from his facial features as he proceeded to take a few steps with the thud of his black boots echoeing through the apartment - -brushing himself past her he looked back as he then noticed she had caught him once more.” I am sorry.”
Giving a small nod deciding to wash his hands. Turning away he headed inside the bathroom after noticing the smirk she gave him - - it was confusing - - did she like him it was a farfetched idea but it etched in his mind. Keeping the bathroom door open Jason removed his brown trench coat sliding it from his broad shoulders - - lifting the coat he placed it on the hooks of the door. Jason removed the metallic chest piece dropping it to the tile floor along with his black t shirt underneath revealing his bare skin . Fletching his fingers outwards staring down at his knuckles that were cut - - leaning forth with his scars from battle visible from the light shinning down on his back - - he then splashed water over his face and let out a small sigh. Looking over his shoulder he spoke loudly thinking she was still behind closed doors.”I ran in to more criminals last night but I also ran into some inexperienced copy cats. They were lucky I had arrived just in time to save them.” Jason then whispered to himself thinking she was unable to hear.” Pity the criminals didn’t survive.”
She got changed fairly quickly, pulling on an old t-shirt and some comfortable pants. At least back in this crappy little apartment of hers she could somewhat relax. But now she had a guest. Of sorts. She wandered back out of her room, realising that of course he wouldn’t have expected her in a towel. It wasn’t exactly a standard thing to wear. As glanced about for him, she padded lightly to the bathroom and glanced inside. Leaning against the door-frame, she watched carefully and curiously for a moment.
As she listened to his words, her eyes flickered from one patch of blood to the next. She didn’t believe most of it was his. But some was. It had to sting. She knew all about pain. “You eliminated the threat,” she said, after a moment. “That’s all. Some times that’s what happens or what has to be done.” She had eliminated a lot of ‘threats’ in her time (but now she was no longer trapped with Hydra she was not so sure any of them had been true threats indeed. “You’re hurt. You should get those cuts disinfected.”
Her eyes caught his for a moment, and she gave a little smile before moving away from the door and heading back into the living space of the apartment. “I can help. I should have something for that. Or just clean up properly.” The soldier wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her little house-guest. He wasn’t unwelcome, she was just not used to people that were not handlers or marks. She didn’t dislike him though, and that was a rather nice feeling. It was good to have someone she at least was somewhat comfortable with around. He was... alright~
“You shouldn’t tell yourself to shut up — unless you’re one of those people who makes very cringey public comments.” He replied, with a light chuckle. “Yeah, a lot of people need to hear it. If you ever need to tell me to shut up, just say it to my face — I won’t mind.”
“I’m not sure about ...cringey.. but I do give myself some very bad advice,” she replied, the slight grin still playing on her features for a moment. Becky considered his words, then gave a shrug. “Alright. I’ll be sure to do that. Are you sure you won’t mind when it happens, though?” She cast him an amused look at the question, then added, “Do people tell you to shut up often?”
❝ in my personal experience, doing nothing makes everything much worse. ❞
lord knows he learned that the hardest way. and however long this poor woman had been conditioned to be strong, she was at her weakest. it would be so easy for her to fall into her familiar darkness.
❝ it’s your choice. you could ignore your issues. but we both know they’re going to catch up to you. they always do. the best thing you can do is prepare yourself to face them. ❞ ❝ if it helps, i can stop you before you do anything you’ll regret. ❞
She was silent for a while, her face expressionless and her mind actually somewhat calm. Well, she had been trained to think logically and clearly, had she not? His words sank in, and part of Becky recognised the truth in his words.
“I’ve already done far too many things that I regret. Or things I’ll come to regret. Some of it is all still... A blur.”
Becky gave a little frown, showing some emotion - mostly irritation. She glanced away, pushing that feeling to one side and then gave a little nod.
“I won’t ignore anything. I don’t think I’d be good at that, any way, regardless if it was useful option or not. Atonement... that’s the word, isn’t it? To repay or make good the wrongs. Something like that. To atone for ones sins.”
Permanent Starter Call
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"oops"
Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.
@jasonxtoddred
She probably should not have invited him back to her place. But he had seemed... lost. The soldier hadn’t really expected him to take her up on the offer, but here they were now - she just in a towel and him staring.
“It’s rude to stare,” she remarked, before breezing past him and heading over to the tiny refrigerator she had. Pouring herself a cup of water from a jug kept inside there, she glanced back to see if he was still staring then looked over herself. She’d not really thought that much about just wearing a towel - hadn’t thought much about herself in some time actually. But some vague memory told the asset this was not what she was supposed to do.
Straightening up, she gave a little smirk then headed back towards her room. “I’ll go get changed. But the shower is now free, as you can tell. You can freshen up if you feel the need. Or grab a cup of coffee. I don’t know.”
She shrugged, then went inside the room and lightly nudged the door closed behind her so she could get changed. Well, at least she remembered to close the door.
My muse is injured and tries to hide it. Send me " Let me see " for my muses reaction.
“Hamilton Workshop” sentence starters (part 1)
• part 2 can be found here.
“ RIGHT HAND MAN ”
❝ Keep in step with me, the leader of this gang, are we agreed? ❞
❝ Who says I can’t lead? ❞
❝ Who says I can’t inspire? ❞
❝ I ain’t scared of ships. ❞
❝ I came to be a soldier, not a secretary. ❞
“ NO JOHN TRUMBULL ”
❝ You ever see a painting by John Trumbull? ❞
❝ What you ‘bout to see is no John Trumbull ❞
❝ Tell him to stay home! ❞
❝ Alright, alright, settle down! ❞
“ THE HAMILTON CHILDREN ”
❝ I play piano and everyone cries! ❞
❝ A sister sibling seems pretty great! ❞
❝ Revenge is a sweet final course. ❞
❝ I kept my mother’s promise and I wrote Dad’s story! ❞
❝ I’m a screamer, I’m a shouter, I’m a hollerer! ❞
❝ I’M NOT CRYING! YOU’RE CRYING! ❞
❝ The sun has gone to bed. ❞
❝ Don’t worry I will live a nice long time ❞
❝ Goodbyyyyyyyyyye. ❞
“ SCHUYLER DEFEATED ”
❝ Go make sure the door is closed. ❞
❝ I gotta go I gotta find _____ ❞
❝ I’ve gotta stop a homicide! ❞
❝ Let’s go and find your father down in New York. ❞
❝ You’re gonna make a fool of me through my father in law? ❞
❝ And how’s your daughter? ❞
❝ She’s the same age as your boy. ❞
❝ Yeah, one day he’ll run Manhattan. ❞
❝ We must be going, _____ , but send your girls our love. ❞
❝ If I were you I’d stick with her. ❞
Rebecca Barnes //
“Conflicted or not, I would prefer if you stop pacing back an forth on the carpet like this. You’ll wear a hole in it.”
She sat back on her seat, taking a sip of the chamomile tea and resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Wanda’s head was pounding now, her little gifts picking up on the angst and confusion rolling off the younger woman. Except she wasn’t really younger, was she? This was Steve, and James, all over again. And why was she the one being left to babysit?
“My dear, you’re not going to make anything better by mumbling to yourself.” She set down the cup, then stood up herself. Moving swiftly before Rebecca Barnes (Becky Barnes of Becky & Bucky), she said, “Sit. Drink some tea. And then we can discuss what happens next.” Surely they could come up with some plan. The best option was going to be for the woman to lie low, there was no need for people to start hunting her down as they had once hunted her brother.
Becky paused, only because her path was now blocked by the other woman. Her eyes stared past Wanda, through her, before she listened to the words being said. She was conflicted, but clearly nothing she had been doing so far was helping anyone or anything. A frown passed over her features as she looked properly at Wanda, then her eyes flickered to the tea set on the table.
There was a pause, then she nodded, and moved to the table. “Fine. I suppose one cup might be nice.” She could recall drinking tea before Hydra and all of that crap. She’d had it with Peggy a couple of times when they had both been at the agency and she’d started to get a taste for it.
Sitting down, she watched Wanda with curious and cautious eyes. “What happens next?” She poured herself a cup, eyes then trained on her tea. “I don’t have any plans. And there’s no where for me to go. There is nothing for me to do, or any place for me.”
worried starters
trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )
“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
Captain America: Civil War
"Did you know about this?"
"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you."
"I can't control their fear, only my own."
"Can you move your seat up?"
"Couldn't you have done that earlier?"
"I hate you."
"Clearly retirement doesn't suit you, get tired of playing golf?"
"Well, I played 18, I shot 18, just can't seem to miss."
"First time for everything."
"Made you look."
"Anyone ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"
"I know you're nervous and you have every right to be, but you're lying."
"Do you even remember them?"
"I remember them all."
"How long are you gonna play both sides?"
"Are you incapable of dropping your ego for one god damn second?"
"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back."
"Are you sure about this?"
"I can't trust my own mind."
"So you like cats?"
"How long do you think you can save your friend from me?"
"Well, then... what are you doing here?"
"I didn't want you to be alone..."
"The people that shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me."
"I don't do that anymore."
"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
"That's smart. Good strategy."
"It always ends in a fight."
"Shit! I thought it was a water truck. My bad!"
"You seem a little defensive."
"Well, it's been a long day."
"Oh, you're going to have to take this to the shop!"
"Who's speaking?"
"It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days."
"Are we still friends?"
"That depends on how hard you hit me."
"Give me back my ____!"
"I said I would help you find him, not catch him."
"What's up tic-tac?"
"I can do this all day."
"Ugh...what time zone is this?"
"Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth."
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
ssrbeckybarnes started following you
“Do I need to web you to hush you? Then watch the news, read a paper. But I can look down on you. And easily poke your forehead.”
“That does not sound fun. I’d rather not be webbed, I’m quite aware of where a spider’s web comes from. I read the news, but I have not been in this city...” Or continent. “...for some time. Poke my forehead and I punch yours~”
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