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It's finally here! The eighth chapter of Hilda and The Allmother is done and ready.
This time David is finally able to leave the city on night missions and Frida will use this to one last time search for her friend. Before that, Frida decided to tell Johana about her plan. David can't go alone though and three more patrollers need to join him, two of them being already known faces: a pleasant one and a... not so pleasant one.
Baba, who overheard the conversation between Frida and Johanna, decided to finally leave Trolberg for good and return to where she came from.
Will Frida finally find her long lost friend? Would her plan fail and she be arrested? Would David lose his job for helping someone leave the city past the curfew and, would Baba finally return to her old home?
And we're back! The work has died down momentarily, so I can put some more writing on the internet (huhu). Anyways, I think it's time for another chapter of Promise Rings because I'm pretty sure I haven't posted another chapter in a hot second, so oops...
Anyways, new chapter with new adventures! I hope you like this one!
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Age: 15
I could only close my eyes from the pain in my back as I tried to hold back my tears. I tried to control my breath to make the pain settle down, but the pain didn’t go away. It’s too painful to ignore.
“Oi, is everything o-” I heard the door swinging open and the sound of footsteps stopping. I willed myself to look at the guest at my door to see Tobio watching my figure closely.
For a moment, he stared at me before carefully placing himself beside me on the bed. “Is it your shoulder?” he whispered as he checked my condition. I nodded, hesitating whether I wanted to tell him how I really felt.
“I’m not really sure why they hurt,” I muttered as his fingers carefully grazed over my shirt to check for any abnormalities. His fingers suddenly stopped on a spot between my shoulder blade and the spine, and I froze as he started to feel around the area.
“Karin-chan, what did you do during PE yesterday?” he questioned as he grabbed my shoulders to spin around.
“We did some water polo stuff like throwing the ball to a person-” I started, and I watched his face morph into an annoyed expression. “Wait, are you saying that I threw my shoulder out from that?” I questioned.
“Did you stretch properly because it feels more like you might have tore a muscle?” he shot back at him, and I slowly lowered my gaze. Well, he caught me, and I could feel his hard gaze on my head. “Karin-chan, I thought I told you to always stretch before PE,” he scolded me, and I started playing with my hands. He sighed, making me look at him. “Well, since you should get that checked out,” he started again, “what do you want to do? I’m not letting you go outside because, knowing you, you would want to do something active, but you need to let your shoulder heal properly if it’s what I think it is.” I pouted, trying to figure out what I wanted to do.
“Movie?” I questioned, looking outside the door to see the TV not being used at all. He shrugged, accepting the idea.
“I know your legs are fine, but can you get up?” Tobio questioned, knowing that I often used my arms to boost myself up from sitting. I carefully tried to get up but felt some pain from slouching. He carefully placed his arm around my waist to give me some support. With the extra support, I managed to straighten my posture but continued clinging onto him. Slowly, he guided me over to the couch before letting me go and walking towards the TV. “Which one?” he questioned as his hands picked through the long line of movies nearby.
“Ponyo,” I immediately answered. He chuckled at my answer as he picked it out of the group.
“Why am I not surprised?” I heard him mutter, and I started to feel tired holding the good posture for so long. Once he started playing the movie, he sat down beside me, and I rested my head against his shoulder. “Does it feel okay?” he questioned as his eyes ran up and down my body to check for any issues.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I responded as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it over our legs. “It feels like only my back needs to be straight, so I can still move my head,” I described as I felt his arm across my back. He nodded as he patted my head slightly. He turned towards the movie, and we quieted down in order to relive the story again.
Age: 16
Silence filled the room as we sat in silence and worked. While this was a rare occurrence, I definitely took advantage of it and worked on whatever I could while Tobio was occupied. While I stared at the essay that was due in a couple days, my eyes seemed to skim over the words quickly, my finger following the words.
“Karin-chan,” Tobio called for me from the bed. At first, I could barely hear it as I focused on the essay. From the corner of my eye, I notice Tobio pull up a chair and sit in it. “Karin-chan,” he called again, poking my cheek for my attention.
“Hm,” I barely hummed as I began revising a sentence, making my words more concise. I was too in the zone to specifically figure out what he needed.
“I’m tired of working,” he complained, trying to rest his head on the back of the chair. Although we’ve only been hanging out for a few hours, we have been only working on homework since he came in. I paused my work to look at him briefly.
“Tobio-kun, we need to finish our work,” I reminded him as I glared at him before returning my attention back to the screen to continue revising. I hear him huff and try to call my attention again. I proceeded to ignore him to make it clear that we were supposed to be working and not chatting. Considering that we were nearing the end of the school year, we needed to keep up our efforts to finish with high grades. From beside me, I hear him complaining about the workload as I neared the end of the essay.
For the final time, he called out with a pout, “Karin-chan.” I decided to give in and expected to glare at him. However, he surprised me with his face a few centimeters away from me. I froze in my spot as I tried to process what was happening. For all I knew, I could feel my heart beat out of my chest and the blood flooding my cheeks. “Can we take a break please?” Trying to calm myself down, I could only bring myself to nod, and I took my hands off the keyboard. I watched his eyes light up as he noticed my actions, springing up from his chair. He reached into his bag and immediately grabbed out the volleyball.
“Practice?” I questioned him, a bit confused. He nodded, his energy through the roof. I sighed and stood up from my desk and followed him into the backyard for some practice.
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The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. As soon as the teacher finished class, I quickly packed my bag and plugged one earbud into my ear, listening to a playlist that Karin made. She insisted that I listened to these songs in order to get used to listening to English. Today was one of the rare days that practice was canceled, and I was going to walk home with her. I quickly walked through the hallways, getting to the exit to catch up with her. At the gate of the school, I noticed Karin-chan with earbuds in, texting on her phone.
“Karin-chan!” I called out from a few meters away. The song changed, and a few guitar strums played in my ear before the lyrics started.
Do you hear me? I’m talking to you. She seemed to move in slow motion as she pulled out an earbud and turned towards me. Her hair seemed to perfectly fly over her shoulder as her eyes met with mine. I never noticed how big her eyes were in comparison with some of the other girls in the school.
Across the water, across the deep blue ocean. Her paler skin contrasted her dark eyes and hair. Her nose came to a soft point, and her pink lips were slightly open as she stared at me. Even from a distance, I could notice her soft gaze on mine. Her head seemed to tilt as she noticed me just standing there.
Under the open sky. Oh my, baby I’m trying. The school uniform seemed to fit her body perfectly: her skirt didn’t seem too long, and the black blazer that matched her eyes sat comfortably around her shoulders. Her slender fingers seemed to lightly hold the earbud as the wind seemed to blow through the area, making her hair fly with the flow.
Boy, I hear you in my dreams. She pulled the other earbud out of her ear before she started coiling the wire around her phone. Carefully, she placed her phone into her bag before she tucked a few strands behind her hair.
I feel your whisper across the sea. As she approached me, she seemed to radiate maturity from just her walk. I felt my heartbeat against my chest as I watched my childhood best friend started running towards me.
I keep you with me in my heart. The pounds of my heart matched her feet hitting the ground as her hand raised up to make sure I knew she was there. I watched a bright smile grow on her face as her eyes crinkled to the point she couldn’t see much. I smiled back at her as time seemed to keep slowing down.
You make it easier when life gets hard. She suddenly leaped to stop her momentum, making her land in front of me. However, the momentum she built up was a bit too much, causing her to stumble forward slightly. Immediately, my hands went out to catch her, one holding onto her wrist and the other landing in between her shoulders. Her hands landed on my shoulder and chest, and she looked up at me with an innocent aura. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Was Karin always this pretty?
“Hey, Tobio-kun!” she greeted me as I helped her stand up on her own feet. She smoothed down her skirt before asking, “Ready to go?” I could only nod as she hooked her arm with mine and started dragging me off of campus. I looked down at her, and something in my heart swelled.
I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend.
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I watched the ball float through the air before curling down towards me. I quickly shifted my feet and quickly set the ball to Michimiya-san, our captain. I watched her hand quickly slam the ball into the court, scoring a point. The whistle was blown, and we looked at the score: set 2, 25-23; we won our first practice match of the season.
“Aw yeah!” Watabe-san cheered as we jumped around. We began high-fiving each other before we lined up for the end of the match. While we lined up to give our thanks to the cheering section, my eyes caught Tobio’s figure in the stands. I noticed him staring at me, and I gave him a small smile before I bowed with the rest of the team. When I looked up to find Tobio again, I noticed that he disappeared from his spot in the crowd, making me confused. Turning around, I sulked over to grab my stuff, giving myself the small signal out of habit. Looking up, I spotted Tobio standing by himself by the entrance. When he noticed me looking at him, he waved me over, and I rushed over to him.
When I ran over to him, I jumped to hug him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist as he muttered into my ear, “Congrats, Karin-chan.”
Smiling widely, I whispered, “Thank you, Tobio-kun.” I rested my head on my shoulder, snuggling my face into the crook of his neck as I found Tobio not resisting the skinship before I felt some eyes on my back. Turning around towards the crowd behind us, I saw the team staring at us, and I quickly scrambled out of Tobio’s grasp and stood on the floor.
“Get a room you two!” Michimiya-san yelled from the bags. The entire team laughed at our antics as my cheeks started to redden.
“You would’ve done the same with Sawamura-san, Michimiya-san!” I yelled back at her. Even from a distance, I could tell that Michimiya-san’s cheeks were turning red and burning up. She quickly turned around and continued packing up her bag, appearing extremely flustered. From behind me, I heard Tobio chuckle as he rested his elbow on my head, leaning onto me.
“You weren’t kidding when you said that Michimiya-san really likes Daichi-san,” Tobio admitted, whispering into my ear. Laughing a little, I nodded slightly. I felt his hand move from my head to my shoulders. I felt my cheeks heat up a little from the contact. “Anyways,” Tobio started again, “you ready to go get some food?” Looking over at me, I looked back at him and nodded, trying to cover up how shy I was getting. He released his arm off of my shoulders before I ran over to the team to grab my bag.
“So you’re going on a date with Kageyama-kun, Yamaji-chan?” Watabe-san questioned with her teasing tone. Aside from my cheeks, I felt the heat in my ears as I comprehended the word “date.”
“I-It’s not a date!” I refuted, my voice a little too loud. I realized I caught the attention of some people including Tobio, and I flashed everyone an awkward smile before looking down, trying to hide my face. Around me, I heard the girls giggle along with the coaches.
“Now, now,” Aihara-san caught the team’s attention, “let’s give Yamaji-chan some breathing room before she gets too hot and flustered around Kageyama-kun.” She giggles as she teases me more. Feeling somewhat betrayed, I finished fixing my bag before giving my farewells to the girls.
As I walked further away from the group, Megumi loudly called out, “Have fun on your date, Care Bear!” Her loud voice echoed against the spacious area of the gym, scaring me for a moment. Turning my head to glare at her, I notice all the girls giggling at my reaction. Before I could say anything in response, I felt something warm grabbing my wrist to turn me around before feeling Tobio’s arm around my shoulders. In the background, I could hear all the girls squealing, and as much as I wanted to turn around, Tobio forced me to keep looking forward. With the weight of his arm, I felt myself leaning forward with the extra weight sitting on my shoulders.
As we were walking out the gym into the golden hour of the day, Tobio’s arm fell off my shoulders as we began walking home. After all the comments from the team, there was no way I could face him right now; I betted my cheeks were extremely red right now. My eyes were lowered to the ground, trying to avoid any sort of awkward moment with Tobio. I felt something warm in my right hand, causing me to look up.
“Oi, I know that you’re thinking about the match, but you can’t get lost,” he responded as he placed our hands into his hoodie pocket. Nodding, I let him cling onto my hand as we walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the last sunlight beams of the day. “Oh yeah,” he started again, “what’s up?”
Laughing at how he just remembered our routine, I responded, “There are some things that I could work on, but that’s just because it’s been awhile since my shoulder injury.” He nodded in response as we continued our way down the street. “Oh right!” I suddenly remembered. Turning his head towards me for a moment, he gave me some affirmation that he was listening. “Someone confessed to me earlier today,” I nervously chuckled a little. Over the past year at Karasuno, a few guys had confessed, but I wanted to try dating while I was still young. I felt his hand slightly twitch against mine before squeezing it a little tighter.
After a moment or two of silence, he finally whispered, “Did you accept?” Gulping for a second, I nodded; I had accepted fully knowing that I had no chance with Tobio even if I tried. The guy just loves volleyball so much, and this guy was kind of cute. Plus, holding hands and hugging is normal between friends, right? Honestly, I can’t just wait for him to fall for me anyways. “Well,” his voice began trailing off, “congrats, Karin-chan.”
“Thanks,” I whispered as I felt his hand release mine. I slipped my hand out of his pocket as we continued walking in silence. The atmosphere was almost suffocating even though we breathed in the clean air.
“So who is it?” Tobio questioned, finally breaking the silence.
“Just a classmate,” I responded quietly. I didn’t bother telling him who exactly it was, knowing that he could care less. Feeling his radiating anger, I closed my mouth, and we continued walking in silence. How come he was so quiet from this? Jealous.
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Okay, I think this is a good stopping place for this chapter. I know that this chapter is shorter than normal, but I guess it is what it is. Anyways, I hope that you liked this chapter, and see you in the next one!
[Eng/Esp] The eighth chapter is now officially available / El octavo episodio está oficialmente disponible
An unexpected reunion with one of her exes will bring back some very bad memories from the past for Akane. Help her get through this difficult time and keep the camp on its feet. New challenges and accidents threaten to undermine the stability of the refugees.
New episode update:
2 CGs.
1 BG.
13 sprites. (New expressions included.)
1 visual element.
Other implementations and fixes:
Bug fix in the translation of episode 1, Arael route.
Changes in the credits.
Sprite Bernabé (episode 6.2-7.2)
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El reencuentro inesperado con uno de sus ex, traerá de vuelta en Akane muy malos recuerdos del pasado. Ayúdala a superar este difícil momento y consigue que el campamento siga en pie. Nuevos retos y accidentes amenazan con tumbar la estabilidad de los refugiados.
Actualización del nuevo episodio:
2 CGs.
1 BG.
13 sprites. (nuevas expresiones incluidas.)
1 elemento visual extra.
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Corrección de bug en la traducción del episodio 1, ruta Arael.
Cambios en los créditos.
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Evan hummed quietly to himself as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fluffing his hair and checking out his appearance. It was a nameless tune, something to occupy himself with as he fixed his hair.
“Your hair looks fine, Evan. Model worthy, actually,” Brock chuckled and Evan looked up, rolling his eyes as the other man joined him.
“Thanks, I guess.” He continued to hum, the sound much more quieter now that he had an audience.
Brock took the empty sink next to him and turned on the water to wash his hands, glancing at Evan’s reflection with a fond smile, “You seem happy. Did you have a good night sleep? Or were the guys not that terrible in the morning?”
Evan snorted, “They were little shits. Mini and Scotty were pretty wasted and couldn’t stop complaining about their headaches- thank you for getting them painkillers by the way, you really saved them. They kept giving themselves guilty looks everytime they looked at themselves in the mirror,” he paused to say, Brock nodding his head with a smile, “And everyone else were too tired to do anything else so I had to forcibly kick them out of my room. You know how hard it is to kick out Nogla? He couldn’t stop whining about how ‘his mudder wouldn’t treat him this way,’” Evan scowled, feeling a migraine forming on his temple just remembering it.
Nogla had caused a scene in front of his hotel room and dramatically dropped to the ground when Evan retaliated by actually kicking him out. For once, he was thankful that the floor was only reserved for him and his friends because he wouldn’t have been able to look at any person in the eye if they had seen such stupidity. Luckily, every one of them were trained in ‘Nolga-ness’ and hauled the whining man to his feet and dragged him to his room so they can get ready for the day.
The walk to the convention faired better, everyone was still waking up and psyching themselves up for another exciting day at PAX. Most, if not all, hugged a cup of coffee to their chests like it was their lifeline, ungodly groans escaping their throats each time they took a drink. The sight was too funny for Evan to take so he excused himself to use one of the staff’s private restroom, hoping to fix his appearance slightly before he had to encounter any fans that day.
“So, it wasn’t the morning that put you in a good mood,” Brock concluded, “So something must have happened before I arrived.”
“What, I can’t be happy just because?”
“Oh, you definitely can. But not ‘humming cutely to myself even though I never do that’ kind of way.”
Evan paused in his hair fluffing to scowl, cheeks flushing, “Fuck you.”
“Am I wrong?” Brock challenged, raising an eyebrow. Evan struggled to keep a straight face, forcing himself to meet him in the eyes. But, dammit, Brock looked back at him in understanding and he crumbled. Fuck you, he was a weak man.
“...I was able to get a hold of Delirious a few minutes ago,” he eventually confessed, crossing his arms in self annoyance for giving in so quickly.
Brock merely made an ‘ah,’ sound, leaning forward to turn the water off, “That makes sense. How is he?”
“Same ol’ Delirious,” Evan replied, a smile already forming on his lips, “We argued over pizza and he called me an stingy hoe when I said I wouldn’t bring him any snacks.”
Brock barked out a laugh, “Sounds like Delirious alright. Glad he’s doing okay, I can’t help but worry when he’s by himself. This is the first time that he doesn’t have anyone with him to game or talk to.”
Evan’s smile disappeared, his previous worries overtaking his thoughts, “...Yeah.”
Brock noticed the change in his tone and immediately slapped Evan on the back, “I’m sure he’s fine. You were able to talk to him, right? You said he was same old Delirious.”
He sighed to himself, looking up at his own reflection. He looked better. His eyes no longer looked like he was seconds away from falling asleep and his hair for once obeyed the shape he styled it to be. His headache was completely gone as well, leaving him feeling content and comfortable with himself. Talking with Delirious really did make his morning.
“Understandable,” Brock continued from beside him, “I would be worried too if the guy I was in love with was all by themselves. I’m the same with Laura, but luckily she is with her sister and our lovely daughter, so I know I have nothing to worry about.”
The way he said that was so reassuring and casual, as if he didn’t just drop an earth-shattering bomb on Evan. But he did, and now Evan was coughing a lung all over the bathroom sink.
Brock, the blessed and cursed man that he was, thumped on his back supportively, eyebrows stitched together in concern. “You okay there, bud?”
“Hey, how ‘bout warning a guy, huh?” Evan all but squeaked, forcing his lungs and his mouth to work properly after their shock.
Brock looked at him in confusion, “What do you mean- oh!” His eyes widened, “Wait, are you having second thoughts? But, you confessed to me a couple months ago that you were in love with Delirious?”
Evan choked on his own spit.
“Not so loud!” He hissed, slapping his hand around Brock’s mouth, “This may be a private bathroom but any of the staff or the guys could walk in!”
Brock grabbed his wrist and wordlessly moved it away from his mouth, an unimpressed look on his face. “That’s why I locked it behind me when I came in.”
“Oh.”
“Honestly,” Brock laughed, “I’m not that careless.”
Evan sighed once more, shoulders drooping, “Sorry, sorry, I know you’re not. I was just not expecting you to say it out loud so casually. It really caught me off guard.”
“Sorry,” Brock apologised sincerely.
Evan waved him off, “It’s okay, like I said I was just caught off guard.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the flush returning to his cheeks, “But yeah, I was really happy to talk to him. I didn’t know I needed to hear his stupid laugh until he was calling me a bitch with his stupid voice.”
He had come to terms with his crush love for Delirious. He wished it was a gradual thing, recognising signs of his growing attraction. But, no. It only took for the idiot to jokingly say he loved him in a video and for Evan saying it back just as teasingly. Only for a second to pass for him to realise that oh, he actually did love him.
Like a fool, after the recording session ended he forced Brock to enter a private voice call and all but wail at the other man at the discovery. He still got embarrassed just remembering how dramatic and loud he had been that day. He’s pretty sure he legitimately cried while unironically typing in the chat, “IM CRYINGGGG????? HES SO CYUUTE??? ”
Brock still hasn’t spared him from reliving that day when an opportunity arose. Fight him, Evan was a weak man.
“Plus, he’s not the only reason I’m in a good mood,” Evan replied with a grin, catching Brock’s attention, “I also got to talk to Conner yesterday.”
Brock raised an eyebrow, “Really? Congrats! What did you do to make him feel comfortable enough to talk to you? Maybe the rest of us can do the same.”
Evan’s grin faltered slightly, but it was still hopeful, “Well, he didn’t actually ‘talk’ to me. He used his phone to type out messages to me, but I still count that as having a conversation. We talked a lot, actually.”
Brock hummed, a bright sparkle in his eyes, “That’s progress! I’m glad you two had a good time. Maybe your dynamic will be different today.”
“I hope so,” Evan muttered, “Today we’re going to be in close contact with our fans and I kind of need him.”
The two fell into an easy, comfortable silence as they finished washing up. They could hear the growing cries of the anticipated crowd outside, the thumping of their feet and the countdown for the doors to open dwindling down. Once outside the bathroom, they could see their friends relaxing in their private room, far more awake and alert than they were a few minutes ago. Brian and Tyler noticed the two and waved for them to get closer, motioning towards the pile of sweets and snacks on the table.
“I’m actually surprised,” Brock suddenly said, “You never bonded with anyone at a convention before. You’re usually too busy building up your confidence to face the crowd than making pleasantries with other people.”
Evan’s face scrunched up, “It’s not like I’m rude to people.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Brock laughed, “ I’m just glad you’re trying to make a new friend, that’s all.”
“You’re a weird guy, Brock,” Evan snorted, but that didn’t stop him from having a smile on his face.
Brock just shoved his shoulder with a laugh before joining Brian and Tyler in their snacking, leaving Evan alone to think for a bit. He hummed that little tune as took out his phone, sending Delirious a quick message telling him that he was at the convention. He only got a simple ‘kay XD’ as a response, but he was satisfied with it, relieved that the other even responded at all.
“Everyone ready for their second day?” Layla said as she came into the room, waving her arm cheerfully as she dragged Conner into the room.
“Yeahhhh!” Anthony and a few others yelled.
“Good! Well, the doors will be opening any second now so feel free to walk the floor. Conner should already know what to do, but if any of you, especially Evan, have any inclination to change the plan, make sure to brief Conner about it. Okay?”
Everyone nodded, an excited murmur circling around them. Layla clapped her hands, “Alright! That’s all I had to say. Be safe and have fun!”
They waved goodbye as Layla left, their feet bouncing with each step. Conner stood in the corner, hands deep inside his pocket. Like yesterday, he seemed completely unapproachable. However, determined, Evan cleared his throat and waved his hand.
“Hello, Conner. Did you sleep well?”
Those blasted glasses glinted eerily in the heavily lit room. The only clue that Evan got that he heard him was the small tilt of his head. Evan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he approached. That wasn’t right.
“Oh, um, you could use your phone to talk to me. Like yesterday? I promise I won’t make fun of your slow typing if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Conner shook his head and that action alone made Evan irritated. What happened to the progress they made yesterday? They connected, didn’t they? Maybe they didn’t make any ground breaking progress, but it was at least something. So, why?
“Why not?” He found himself asking, biting his lips when Conner shook his head once more.
Instead, Conner lifted his finger and pointed towards the main floor, inclining his head in that direction. Evan wanted to be mad. He wanted to ask the other about the sudden cold shoulder. He wanted to cross his arms and yell at the silent man that he would not listen if the other didn’t talk to him. But, he knew that he was being ridiculous. Conner didn’t owe him anything, no matter how much Evan wanted to believe he did.
So, he held his tongue with a frown and nodded his head. The others followed along, Evan’s own racing thoughts drowned out by their chatter and banter. The happy feeling he felt minutes ago all but diminished, the hope he had felt coursing through him had disappeared. Nonetheless, he shook his head and schooled his expression. He was there to hang out with friends and make memorable experiences for his fans. He won’t let Conner’s mood sour his own.
Determined to do just that, Evan turned his head away and started a conversation with Tyler and Nogla as they walked. It worked somewhat, their conversation fell to a more teasing tone, each taking a piss at one another. It successfully took away the distaste Evan had in his mouth from his ‘talk’ with Conner, but it didn’t fully distract him as he had hoped. Not when the other walked by his side, their shoulders just barely brushing each other from how close they walked together.
‘Does he have to be so close?’ he wondered, fighting the urge to glance at the silent man. Luckily, the main floor came into the view and the guys whooped in excitement. They managed to get there before the floor was overrun by people and fans, so everyone quickly tried to get their hands on the unoccupied games.
“C’mon, Evan! Mario kart is so calling your name,” Brian said with a wicked grin, pulling Evan by his wrist.
“What, no way. I suck at the game. Besides,” Evan argued, “I thought we were suppose to check out the games being released this year, not old ones.”
“We can do both,” Brian replied with a shrug, “And I really wanted to kick your ass in a game.”
“Oh, wow. You’re so petty.”
“D’aww shucks,” Brian replied with a high pitched tone, using his free hand to dramatically flick his hair, “Now you’re just butterin’ me up.”
“Why are we friends?”
“I ask that every day. Now, hurry up! Before Nogla stuffs his fat nose in our business.”
Evan allowed himself to dragged to the mario kart station, the looming feeling behind him let him know that Conner followed them. Ohm was already at the station, eyes narrowed in concentration as he scrolled through the karts selection. The older man sent them a little smile when Brian and Evan sat beside him, “Hey, you had the same idea?”
“What, you want to destroy me in this game, too?” Evan joked.
Ohm laughed, “No, but it’s not like it’s hard to beat you.”
“Wooooww, why is everyone so rude?”
Brian cackled as he showed Evan what to do, not failing to make fun of the other when he held the controllers the wrong way. He managed to hold it correctly on his second try and pick out his character, which as always, was Luigi.
“You wanna play, too? We have another switch,” Brian asked, directing his question at Conner, who had been standing silently behind Evan. Conner seemed to have jolt by the sudden attention, his head already shaking no.
Brian rolled his eyes, forcing the switch onto Conner’s chest, “C’mon, just play. This way you don’t look like a creep.” Conner’s lips turned downward in a frown as he regarded the device.
Evan glanced at him curiously, rolling his thumb anxiously on the thumbstick. Then, to his shock (and hurt), Conner manoeuvred the device to his left hand and used his right to pull out his phone.
I dont know how to play
He managed to type out with one hand, the frown still present on his face as he showed Brian (and in turn, Ohm and Evan) the message. Brian blinked, not expecting to have a phone screen to be shoved at his face. But, after processing what the phone said, his lips stretched into a grin.
A very dangerous grin.
“Fresh meat,” He breathed out. Conner must have sensed the danger because he immediately stepped back at seeing that grin. However, Brian was too quick and he snatched him by the arm. “Come now, don’t be shy. Let Terroriser show you how it’s done.”
He dragged the reluctant man to his side and began to show him the controls. Despite not being able to see his face, everyone could tell that the man was very uncomfortable.
Evan snorted to himself, “Shows him right.”
“Who?” Ohm whispered, making Evan jolt in surprise.
“Oh, shit. Sorry, I forgot you were next to me.”
“Heheh, that’s okay. Who were you talking about?”
“Oh, no one. I was just feeling petty.”
“Oh,” Ohm replied, voice laced in understanding, “I can understand that feeling.”
Evan raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Ohm sighed, raking his fingers through his hair, “I was… kind of petty today, too. With Luke.”
“Why? What happened?”
“We were just being stupid. He forgot to tell me that he was going to go back to the hotel room and, I dunno, it made me mad and I told him I was going to leave without him.” He sighed again, “But I know I was being dramatic. He probably was just tired like the rest of us and thought it would be best to let me stay the night.”
Evan hummed quietly as he pushed the randomise button, watching the screen light up with different kart combinations, “That sounds more like him. He wouldn’t purposefully do something to make you mad, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Ohm leaned against the wobbly chair, a little smile curling onto his lips, “He actually called me a little while ago. He said that he had to do something quickly in the morning and then he was going to dedicate all of today to me.”
“Awwwwwww,” Evan teased, smirking at the way Ohm’s cheeks flushed, “A whole day just for you?”
“Hey, no teasing!” Ohm warned, waggling his finger in front of Evan’s amused face. “I deserve a whole day!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The two continued to bicker, even as the floor became more and more louder as the crowd finally started to fill in the space. People began to form circles in front of the group of friends, their murmurs loud enough to reach their ears. Ohm fiddled with the hems of his shirt, not daring to turn his face to the crowd. But, he was still smiling so Evan didn’t feel the need to feel worried.
They heard Brian’s screech of false anger and they turned their heads towards the sound, catching Conner jogging away from the yelling Irishman.
“Coward,” he yelled as Conner made it back to Evan, the bottom half of his face beet red from his exertion. The colour slowly drained away as Conner took in the scene. With a small nod towards Evan, he took a step forward the onlooking crowd and crossed his arms, his stance strong and firm.
Evan mentally sighed. Right, he’s a bodyguard after all.
Maybe he only responded to Evan last night just to indulge him. The other probably didn’t want anything to do with Evan.
‘But, he was so nice before. I’m sure he’s a good person.’ The thought made him frown. Conner definitely is a good person, he would bet his whole career on it. But, it felt like Conner was not Conner. If that made any sense.
Well, no, it really didn’t. But, that’s all Evan had to go with. It made his head hurt just thinking about it.
“To be honest,” Ohm suddenly said, snapping Evan out of his thoughts, “I’m really glad I get to spend time with Luke today. I’ve been getting kind of antsy.”
“Antsy?” Evan questioned.
“Ah, yeah. It’s stupid but… it kind of bothered me how close he got with Conner. It surprised me, you know? He’s more of a silent observer like Moo, but the guy hasn’t even spoken a word and Luke is all over him.” Ohm frowned deeply, “And I’m so mad at myself for thinking like that. Toonzy can make friends with anyone he wants, I want him to make friends! He deserves to have good people with him, and it’s not fair for me to feel that way towards Conner either. The poor guy probably needs more friends than Luke does.”
‘It doesn’t feel that way,’ Evan thought bitterly to himself. He had tried to be friends with him. He’s still trying, but the guy won’t let him. What’s more frustrating to Evan is, why does he even care? The moment he had with Conner was slim to none, just a small conversation about their interest. It’s not like they poured their hearts out to each other or told soul-crushing secrets. Honestly, the things they talked about were things people usually forgot about, barely the basics. Conner himself was the type of person Evan wouldn’t have given a second glance at, and would have no problem keeping a professional relationship with one another. So, why does he try?
“Because it meant something to me,” he whispered to himself, too quietly for Ohm to hear. He felt stupid. Everything was stupid.
He wasn’t sure why it meant anything to him but it did. It really, really did.
The moment Conner tried to connect with him, a puzzle appeared before Evan’s eyes, and pieces were slowly coming together. Now, all he had was an incomplete picture. Fuzzy, distorted puzzle pieces were littered around him, their shapes refusing to connect together. The final picture was important, Evan just knew it.
It was important.
It was important.
It had to be important.
OoOoOoOoOoOo
Jonathan’s heart felt heavy in his chest.
It has been beating dully since his conversation with Evan, and only became more annoying and loud in his ears when he refused to acknowledge Evan. His heart was treacherous, a constant reminder of how sad he truly felt about ignoring the other man.
He had felt happy at the prospect of interacting with Evan the moment he realised he could talk to him via his phone. It was like a small gift, something for him to latch onto from his real self as he paraded as ‘Conner.’
Now, however, it felt more like a forbidden fruit. A gift too precious and good for someone like him. He could still hear Evan’s words curling inside his head, soft and numbing. “But it’s kind of hard to beat you. You’re Delirious, my best friend. I trust you with everything.”
He didn’t deserve it, he didn’t deserve that trust. He couldn’t muster up the courage to even acknowledge being Evan’s best friend. After what he has done, what he still continues to do, he has no right to that title. Not anymore.
“I should have left. I should have left. I should have left,” he whispered to himself over and over, squeezing his eyes shut at the dull sound of his beating heart piercing his ears.
‘Shut up, shut up, shut up.’
He wants to go home. He wants to curl into his bed and forget everything and cry himself to sleep.
The drill of the crowd’s cheering forced him out of his headspace and he blinked, reality returning to him. The crowd paid no attention to him as they cheered for their favourite youtuber, reacting unnecessarily loud to every little thing. Right, his friends were playing mario kart.
He risked a little peak, relief flooding into him when he found Evan no longer looking at him, the former too focussed on the game. From his place, Jonathan could hear Evan grumble to himself as his character began to drive backwards, the sound causing Brian and Ohm to taunt him childishly. That torturous dull sound lessened and Jonathan breathed deeply at the brief moment of peace.
He could do this. All he had to do is continue to distance himself from Evan, force them to only interact professionally for the final two days. By then Evan and everyone else will want nothing to do with ‘Conner’ and it will all be but a distant memory. A memory that Jonathan was sure will haunt him for the rest of his life, preying at him when he was at his lowest. But strangely enough, he was comforted by that thought. At least it was only he who would have to suffer. It’s the least he deserved for the lies and betrayal he has done to his friends.
So, Jonathan shook his head and returned to his stiff position, wiping his face clean from any emotion. The change was subtle, but the shift still made the crowd more aware of him. They shuffled a few steps back from the three youtubers playing at the beckon of Jonathan’s hand, the crowd too close for Jonathan’s liking.
The new space between the people and his friends allowed Brian and Ohm to be more wackier with their movements. Brian full on draped his body on Evan’s, moaning out arrogantly, “Wow, even like this I already lapped you.”
“It’s baby park, everyone laps everyone,” Ohm tried to defend for Evan, though his giggling ruined the effect.
“I lapped Evan four times already. I don’t think you can blame the map for this one.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Evan hissed, glaring harshly at the pathetic turn his character made, groaning loudly when all he achieved was his kart crashing into the wall.
The crowd absolutely loved the banter and they screamed in enjoyment. Comments ranging from encouragement, scolding, and friendly teasing were yelled left and right as the three played. Jonathan internally grinned, finding some of the comments both ridiculous and downright hilarious. They truly were their fanbase.
Like before, a few brave ones tried to talk to him. He did his best to turn down their advancements, trying (and probably failing) to maintain an intimidating front. Unfortunately, most of the people approaching him were from the day before and have gained more confidence despite his ‘scary’ appearance. They still followed the rules, thankfully, and did not try to get any closer to the other youtubers. Instead, they talked with themselves enthusiastically, commentating on his friend’s gaming ever so often, all the while trying to suck Jonathan into the conversation.
He would have found it weird that these people were even making an effort to chat with him, but he had seen Layla and other staff members fully enjoying themselves with everyone. They had chatted back with the crowd of people and even took pictures with them. Jonathan chalked it up to people just being overly friendly. But, he was still not used to having people in his personal space so he bided their questions with curt nods and small waves of his hand.
Fortunately, they were satisfied with that and shifted their attention back to adoring their favourite youtubers.
“Finally on your last lap, Vanoss? Wow.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Now that’s not a nice thing to say, mister! I thought you Canadians were supposed to be nice and shit.”
“Not to you, they’re not. Go back to Ireland and stay there.”
Jonathan smirked at Brian’s high pitch snorts, Ohm’s own cackle joining him while Evan sighed insufferably. They really were stupid and childish, but so was Jonathan, and he was more than happy with that.
Suddenly, he felt a tug on his pants and he jolted, biting his lips to keep the shout threatening to slip from his throat. He looked down to where the tug came from, one hand over his frantically beating heart. In the back of his mind, he was glad that the dull sound finally disappeared.
To his surprise, he found a tiny fist around his pants. He followed the equally tiny arm and found a little boy looking up at him curiously.
Oh. Well, this was definitely new.
Jonathan felt himself sweat when the boy continued to stare up at him with large brown eyes, his little face full of wonder. Oh god, what does he do?
Jonathan offered the boy a smile, hoping that it will appease him. It didn’t. Instead, the little boy held his other hand, his right hand still stubbornly clinging to Jonathan’s jeans, and began to make quick, precise movements. At first, the movement looked silly to him, like those little fingers couldn't decide on one shape. But after the boy repeated the same motions, Jonathan wanted to slap himself.
The boy was signing to him, his hand moving in the air fluidly, occasionally his fingers curled into the alphabet before they returned to flowing in front of him. And thankfully, Jonathan understood him.
Not fluently, as he had only begun to learn American Sign Language (and shamefully, he hasn't been practising as much as he should). Plus, he only has been studying the more formal, two-handed sign language. The boy was only using one hand.
However, he got the gist of it.
[Are you like me?] The boy had asked.
Ah, the child must have been watching him.
[No. Sorry.] Jonathan awkwardly signed back, crouching down so he was at eye level with the child.
The boy seem to wilt at his response, but he shook it off surprisingly quick, [But, you understand me. Right?]
[A little bit.]
The response was more than satisfactory for the little boy and he once again clutched at Jonathan in excitement, this time on his sleeve. The child’s sister (mother?) who was was watching from the sideline stepped up and placed a hand on the boy’s back, laughing softly, “I'm sorry, is my brother bothering you?”
Relieved at her presence, Jonathan shook his head no. She quirked an eyebrow at him, her own hands coming up to the air [Are you also mute?]
Jonathan’s shoulders dropped as he shook his head once more. Both her eyebrows shot up to her hairline from his response. “I see…”
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around the child’s waist, giggling when his face immediately shifted to a scowl when she picked him up. His fist still clutched stubbornly at Jonathan’s sleeve, forcing him to stand up to help the child stay connected.
“Sorry about this. He got curious about you yesterday and wanted to talk to you. He came up with the idea that since you haven't yelled at us yet, you couldn't speak either,” the sister explained, shifting the still scowling child in her arms, “But I guess that's not the case, huh?”
Jonathan sighed quietly, quickly reaching for his phone. Not in the way your brother thinks, he typed, still not advanced enough for him to sign his response. Sorry.
She waved her hand, “No, don't be! He's just happy that you even tried to talk to him. Though, his obsession with you is kind of strange,” she added in amusement. She pried the clinging child off Jonathan’s arm and held him by his armpits.
His scowl deepened as he dangled in her grip, his legs kicking up half-heartedly.
Now that he was in the air, Jonathan was able to get a better look of him. What he saw almost made him choke on his spit.
The little boy was wearing a Delirious hoodie. His own iconic mask and the words ‘Delirious Army’ stared back at him, scrawled proudly across the chest. He couldn't believe his eyes. He wanted to cry at how small the hoodie was, his sister must have shrunk the hoodie in the wash for it to fit the boy.
“Damien, leave the nice security man alone. Didn't you want to meet Vanoss?” She asked sweetly, her smile unwavering when Damien shook his head in defiance.
Jonathan felt himself laugh at the cute reaction, his hand automatically reaching up to stifle the sound. The laugh caught Damien’s attention and he beamed up at him. ‘I wonder,’ Jonathan thought with a smile as he lifted his hands.
[I like your shirt.] He told Damien, wincing when he stiffly signed ‘shirt’ after he couldn't remember how to say hoodie.
But Damien understood him, and his brown eyes practically sparkled. Jonathan has never seen anything so bright.
[I love you. I love you!] Damien exclaimed, making his sister flush in mortification.
“A-Ah, yeah! I also think the security man is really cool. But I think we should really go. Thank you so much for entertaining him, by the way,” she added hastily as she hauled her brother more closely to her chest, her blush deepening when he continued to say ‘I love you.’
Jonathan’s own face burned from Damien’s adoration, but he still managed to smile fondly at the boy. Damien’s sister tucked his face to her neck before she tried to manoeuvre in the crowd. Damien’s face popped up over her shoulder as she tried to escape, his pretty eyes still sparkling.
Jonathan giggled, once again lifting his hands. [Secret. Only you know. Secret.]
Damien nodded his head, lifting his thumb and index finger over the corner of his lips and mimicked a key, before smiling a wide, gap smile. Jonathan stifled another laugh. That gesture he at least knew by heart.
He closed his eyes after the two disappeared from his sight, a warm feeling spreading throughout his body. His fingers tingled, not use to the exertion they went through.
He could still remember when he first decided to learn (well, at least try to learn) sign language. He had been in a thoughtful conversation with Evan, Brock, and Anthony; who were discussing some of their favourite fan encounters. Anthony had just finished his story about meeting a fan in a Pokemon convention before Brock decided to add something.
“Actually, a memorable one I had was when I was shopping with Laura and our daughter. We were stopped by these two teenagers before check-out, and they were really nice! One of them spoke a mile a minute while the other one didn't at all. But, after I asked how they were, that's when I learned that was because they were deaf. I felt so bad because I couldn't communicate with them. The best I could do was speak slowly so they can follow the movement of my lips. They were so cool about it and we were still able to take a picture.” Brock shrugged, a humble smile curling on his lips, “After that, I realised how amazing YouTube’s reach was. It was so cool. I wish I was able to talk to them more properly though, it would have made them more comfortable to approach me. Now, I make sure the subtitles on my videos are accurate. Just to make sure everyone is included.”
His encounter sparked something in Jonathan and when night time fell, he had laid in his bed and absentmindedly thought about it for hours, imagining fake encounters with his own fans. He knew it would never happen, but his imagination had other plans and he found himself, in the middle of the night, looking up sign language.
Now, he was grateful to his spontaneous search that day. He placed a hand over his heart, surprised by how calm it was. From their interaction, Damien knew who he was. How he found out, Jonathan couldn’t figure out (and he would be lying if it didn’t make him worry), but strangely enough, it didn’t bother him. He thought he would freak out if someone knew, heck, he’s freaking out from the prospect of his own friends figuring it out.
But, with the way Damien had looked at him, Jonathan knew he could trust him with his secret. He really had the best audience in the world.
“Wow.”
Jonathan froze, the warm feeling immediately disappearing. He turned around, his hand now rigid over his heart, feeling dread overwhelm him when he finds Evan standing right behind him. Evan was looking at him in slight awe, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I knew it. I knew you were a good person!” He exclaimed, no longer looking at him, “And of course you know sign language, of course…” Evan dissolved into mumbling, and Jonathan was sure he was no longer talking to him.
Jonathan stood dumbly in front of him, unsure on what else to do, as Evan talked to himself. He internally sighed, fighting the urge to rub his temple. Of course Evan had seen his interaction with Damien and his sister, the whole crowd had witnessed it. He had forgotten about where he was, too distracted to even care. He should have realised that Evan would be watching him like a hawk (owl) since the morning.
‘I got careless,’ he scolded himself, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket.
“Is sign language more comfortable for you? Should I use that?” Evan suddenly asked him, his head shooting up. Jonathan shook his head, a hundred percent sure that Evan didn’t know a lick of sign language to begin with.
Evan growled in frustration, “But, if it’s more comfortable for I can try.”
you dont need to do that this is still fine, Jonathan typed, closing his eyes after he showed the message to Evan.
He’s doing it again. He’s giving in.
It was worth it, though, when Evan visibly relaxed.
“Okay,” he simply said, a wide smile forming on his face.
Youre too happy
“That’s not a bad thing.”
I know
Jonathan took a peek behind Evan, finding Brian and Ohm already getting ready to move on to another game.
done already?
“Yeah,” Evan groaned, “I was getting tired of getting my ass handed to me. We’re going to go see if they have a Shooty Squads set up.”
He grinned at the sound of Brian moaning exaggeratedly, “That’s the only game you’re good at!”
“That’s not true! Remember the Vanoss list?”
“You’re list is built on lies. You sit on a throne of lies, Evan!”
The two dissolved into bickering as they migrated to another game, Ohm and Jonathan following behind them. Amusingly, the crowd did so as well. Their squeals and loud conversations kept Jonathan and his friends company as they searched for a new game to play.
A few times they were stopped by courageous fans asking for a picture or an autograph. Brian and Evan did so with a smile, encouraging others to come up as well. Jonathan hovered over them unsurely, keeping a keen eye incase the two get overwhelmed. Ohm joined him, probably trying to mimic him so the crowd won’t get suspicious. It worked, and soon they were back to finding a new game to play.
“Oh, let’s turn here,” Ohm speaks up, “I’m supposed to meet Cartoonz and Squirrel near the Red Dead Redemption booth.”
The two (three) nodded and followed Ohm’s lead, their bickering not letting up. Jonathan suppressed a laugh, he forgot how heated both Brian and Evan got when they teased each other. The booth came into view and the crowd following them merged with another crowd. He spots Luke and Squirrel interacting with their own fans, unfazed by the multiple flashes of cameras or phones thrusted into their faces.
Their cheers became louder the moment Brian and Evan joined them, excited to see their favourite youtubers together.
“We’re here to drop someone off,” Brian said with a grin, his words too low for the crowd to hear him.
“Thanks,” Luke replied with a grin of his own. Ohm sneakily tugged Luke’s hand behind his back, immediately lacing their fingers together. Luke sighed deeply, as if a phantom tension released itself from his body.
Jonathan shoots them an encouraging smile from his spot, his heart melting at their intertwined fingers. He hopes the two work things out, they really deserved to be happy.
“Conner!” Squirrel suddenly squeals, making Jonathan jump.
He wasn’t prepared for the next thing that happened. He felt a body collide with his own and he hastily tried to keep his footing, his arms automatically circling around the intruder.
“It’s really you!” Squirrel laughs, resting his chin on Jonathan’s shoulder as he hugged him. Jonathan relaxed into the hug, his own mirth getting the best of him.
It was not long ago that he had talked with Squirrel over the phone, the phone hovering an inch away from his ear as the other screamed. Now that he was there in person, Jonathan felt more at ease.
“So, these are the infamous glasses,” Squirrel wonders after he pulled away, “It’s bigger than I thought.”
Jonathan had to bite his lips to stop his knee-jerk response of, “That’s what she said,” coming out of his mouth. Instead, he nodded his head, allowing Squirrel to thumb over the glasses curiously.
“And you can see through these? Wild.”
Jonathan suppressed a snort, swatting the hands away. From the corner of his eye, he could see Luke watching them, his eyebrow raised and his mouth curled in a little smile. He mouthed, ‘Good luck’ to the two of them before returning his attention to Ohm, who hasn’t left his side since the group joined them.
You know whats going on right?
Jonathan typed out on his phone, rolling his eyes when the other looked down in confusion. “...Oh, right. You can’t speak,” Squirrel mumbled, thankfully low enough so only Jonathan could hear, “Yeah, Cartoonz filled me in after you called. Though, he used a lot of very colourful words.”
Jonathan figured as much.
Ignore him he just wants to play daddy
“Kinky.”
how dare you say that to me
Squirrel threw his head back and laughed, “God, it’s really good to see you.”
Jonathan smiled, throwing an arm over Squirrel’s shoulder and hugged him once more. The hug lasted longer than it should have, but Jonathan couldn’t bring himself to care. Having another person on his side really left him feeling secured. He could trust this person.
Squirrel leaned against him and began to speak a mile a minute, filling Jonathan in on what he had missed and what plans he had for the two of them. Jonathan listened contently, uncaring that people were probably watching them, curious about their connection with each other. Now, that he had another ally, he felt like he could breathe again.
Maybe, if he had not let his guard down, he would have noticed two certain people watching him very closely.
Clicking With Your Dog: Step-By-Step in Pictures (Book Review)
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Enharmonic interval focus of attention is for teaching the entire horse to avoid disturbing or hurting people. Octagonal head addresses the dog's needs and his bill of rights.<\p>
Ninth chapter is the glossary for the tips and terms of clicking. Tenth chapter directs the reader to other training resources, such as websites, books, videos, clicker teaching supplies and dog-related sites and associations.<\p>
Whether the author talks about understanding the sheep dog food labels or percentage the dog interfere his unnecessary barking, her phrase is direct, euphonious, and vitally intelligible. He doesn't matter if the phrase is read out of start to subvert or in uniformity with skipping around; the reader's comprehension will prevail intact unitary way.<\p>
"Clicking With Your Dog: Step-By-Step in Pictures" is in paperback per an ISBN of 189094808X. The book is 209 pages with excellent, uncluttered drawings and an easy-to-read text.<\p>
The author, Peggy Larson Tillman, worked army years as an elemental school seigneur. She discovered clicker training when she got her dog Charles. Then, she went on to teach classes until pet owners, developing ego visual instructional material sympathy the process. Peggy L. Tillman and her husband Barry Tillman are also pioneers in the science of ergonomics.<\p>
This very effective book in there with unconditional instructions and illustrations deserves a place at the best pertinent to generality other welsh corgi training publications.<\p>
