Human!Reader scents with the Phighting Inphernals Headcanons
For @m4m4mo (bounces eyebrows at you)
Context: Humans have a VERY alluring scent to Inphernals--typically drawing some rather...interesting thoughts from them as they remain in close contact with you.
Sword: When you hug Sword close to yourself before you say goodbye to him for the rest of the day--the, primarily, innocent Inphernal happily embraces you back and likes to bury himself into the side of your neck as you hug him. Subtly, as he hugs you, he finds himself besieged by a rather...enticing scent that radiates from the dip in your neck. You smell almost sweet like honey, but kinda savory too! Like a nice honey ham or a well-glazed rack of ribs. Sword doesn't even realize how much he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck before you let out a series of laughs and comment about how it tickles your skin before you gently start to push the affectionate Inphernal away. Sword is a bit disappointed when you pull away from him and begin to head off to continue on what you were originally going to do for the rest of the day, but he's always certain you'll meet again sometime later on! Then, the Inphernal suddenly finds something dripping down onto the scarf that surrounded his upper torso, causing him to look down in sudden confusion. Huh...since when did he start drooling?? He carefully wipes at his mouth with the back of his sleeve and doesn't really think nothing of it...but maybe it was because you smell so nice--kinda like food! Maybe he needs to go grab something to eat? That would probably stop his drooling issue....thankfully you didn't see that!
Rocket: Rocket was typically more reserved then Sword, but he wasn't always a stick in the mud when it comes to friendly gestures. So, when you offered him a goodbye hug before you left Zuka's shop, he could only roll his eyes before giving you a half-hearted hug. Yet, his sense of smell was enveloped by something rather...tantalizing. Something sweet lingers in his nose and he can't help but follow it into the crook of your neck. His face nuzzles into your supple flesh and the scent only seems to wrap around his head as he does so. Something sweet...if a little salty. It lingers on his tongue and calls him closer to the source, which happened to be your neck that pulsed with your rich blood. Your heartbeat merely being a sirens song as Rocket nuzzled close to your warm and tender flesh. Yet, his hypnotism was short-lived, as you pull away from his embrace and waved goodbye to him and Zuka--leaving the shop shortly afterwards. Yet Rocket stands there in a completely flabbergasted state, as Zuka could only ask what was wrong when Rocket stood frozen in place for a few moments after you left. Rocket doesn't say anything before heading to his room to decompress. That was such a strange...urge...that he had. Why did he do such a thing...?
Medkit: You had gotten injured during one of your many adventures with Sword while out and about in Crossroads, but when Sword had brought you into his apartment for some treatment...a rather odd scent had filled his apartment. It quickly pulled him away from whatever he was looking at when Sword brought you in to get fixed up...and even Medkit could feel that something was off with Sword. Yet, as Sword stepped outside to "relax" and Medkit began to treat your minor injuries--only then did Medkit take notice of the mounting scent in his room. Something rich...something aromatic...and with a bitter undertone. Just like how he likes his coffee. It didn't take an expert to figure out that the scent that had caught his undivided attention had belonged to YOU. The scent leaking out of your body through the rips in your skin that leaked with a rather alluring scent...it was no surprise to Medkit at why Sword suddenly had to step away for a little bit. The smell would only get stronger as Medkit treated and wrapped up your wounds to help them heal. To make matters worse, you decided to give Medkit a friendly hug, and it completely enveloped the Inphernal in a strong scent that made his teeth itch to bite down on your vulnerable throat. It was something insidious and primal in nature...but oh-so tempting. Yet, you pull away just in time and apologize to him for getting hurt. Medkit can only brush you off and lecture you about being more careful...all while he tried to prevent his eye from wandering down towards the valley of your neck...and the vulnerable pulsing vein within it.
Scythe: Scythe pretty much could only apologize to you for having to rough you up a bit to get you to act appropriately during your capture, but she never did intend to accidentally pop you in the nose with the butt of her rifle amidst your struggling. The result of the impact was a sudden river of red that flowed from your nose and dripped down your face...and a sudden scent had rushed forward from the sudden wound. Scythe had partially focused on tying you up, and as she did so, the smell of your blood lingered in the air, and the scent had her head going a little fuzzy. To her, it smelled of a nice tartness with a little bit of added zest--like a fine glass of wine. Something rich...something familiar...something to take the edge off of her shoulders for a while. She didn't even realize that she had paused in her actions in finishing up tying your ropes, as her singular eye burned into your own frightened ones. She might have not outwardly expressed it, but you could see it in the depths of the singular eye that stared back at you. A look that shared similarities to a starved rattlesnake that had stumbled upon an injured mouse. Deep within, there was something sinister...something primal in that eye. A sudden shake of her head seems to get her to come back to her senses, but the side-eye she gives you as she ties you up does anything but make you feel safe, especially when you see her seemingly swallow down an excessive amount of saliva that was in her mouth.
Broker: Broker was pretty much happy to "meet" you when Scythe brought you into their little hiding place, but he was quite surprised to see that you had a bloody nose that was packed with pieces of tissue paper. When questioned about it, Scythe just mentioned that she had popped you in the nose on accident and you had begun to bleed. Broker wouldn't say it out loud, but Scythe almost looked...distracted? He could only watch as Scythe stiffly walked off to go take care of letting the boss know that she had "apprehended" the hornless in question from Crossroads, and Broker focused all of his attention on you. Helplessly bound and blindfolded--you can only sit there...oh? But what was that smell? It was such a...lovely scent~! Broker can only lean in, as his single eye examined your face...and his own sniffer had traced the smell to the lingering fresh blood that continued to drip past your tissue plug. Broker merely reaches over and, in a fit of curiosity, plucked the tissue paper out of your nose--allowing the blood to flow freely again. He watched it run down your face and drip down onto the ground with a fixated gaze, and he can't help but relish in the scent that rushed forward. Something so rich, savory, and even a little bit spicy...it infatuated the Inphernal, as he watches the blood drip out of your wound. Yet, strangely enough, the longer he sits there in front of your helpless form--the more his teeth began to itch to bite something. He continues to stare at you and then he clicks his sharp teeth together in a threatening manner. The sound itself was enough to make you shudder in anticipation and fear, especially when you could have sworn that someone in front of you just licked their lips.
Ban Hammer: You weren't really sure why you were getting arrested, but apparently the street fight that broke out in the Crossroads intersection had apparently involved you in some way? You don't really understand, as you had accidentally cut your hand on a piece of sharp metal you were carrying back for Zuka and you had shook your hand in response to the pain, and wound up spraying your blood on some nearby Inphernals by accident, then suddenly the blood-splattered Inphernals just...LOST THEIR MINDS! The next thing you know, you're ducking gear-based ammunition and wild slashes of weapons as the intersection became a Phighting arena within a few short minutes. It got so intense that authorities had to be called and the head-honcho, Ban Hammer himself, had to be called to help quell the fighting that spread in Crossroads. Once a majority of the incident was under control, Ban Hammer was quick to find Inphernals that had witnessed the start of the incident, and a majority of the witnesses mentioned that the local hornless had "thrown" something onto the Inphernals--which started the fight. Ban Hammer was quick to track you down in your hiding place, as he caught a rather...alluring scent floating on the wind. A rich, metallic, and salty scent that reminded him of his favorite meaty snacks, and it wafted through the air of Crossroads like a beacon. It matched the same faint scent that was on the Inphernals that were arrested for starting such a large confrontation, but now he knew where the "trigger" was hiding. You could only let out a squeak of surprise the moment Ban Hammer had lifted up the cardboard box you were hiding under and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. The moment you came face-to-face with his grumpy expression, you could only let out an "uhhh...oops?" while holding your injured hand. He immediately brings you in for questioning, as he tries to mask how much stronger the scent had become and how dizzy it was starting to make him feel.
Subspace: Your capture was probably the most infuriating, and expensive, mission that Subspace EVER had to do. He couldn't believe all of your precious "bodyguards" managed to destroy that many of his Biografts! Still...he had his prize and he was going to exploit it to the most of his abilities. He had never dealt with a hornless before, as they were deemed extinct a long time ago...at least, according to Blackrock's archives. Yet, here you were. Strapped to his experimenting table like a ripe specimen that was primed for immediate dissection. Your mouth was gagged to prevent any type of screaming and your eyes flicked around the room in a very nervous manner as you wiggled about helplessly in your binds, but Subspace cared little for YOUR comfort. There was a scalpel in his grip that hovered dangerously close to your cheek, and with a quick flick of his wrist, a shallow cut was delivered to your skin--causing you to flinch as the red liquid leaked out in a shallow river. "Stop moving or I will make this even MORE painful for you...hmm..?" Subspace pauses as, even through his ventilator, a lingering scent of something delectable had reached whatever remained of his nose. He pauses and tilts his head to focus a little more on the scent that hovered within the filters of his mask, and he found himself getting strangely...woozy. A scent that was both so sickeningly sweet, unbearably savory, and all around alluring had made its way into his mask. Like a flask of ambrosia, Subspace found himself swaying in his stance as the high of the scent enticed him to cut another gash into your cheek...and then another...and another...and another. With each open wound on your body, the scent would intensify and Subspace would feel even stronger effects. Eventually, he had to grip the table to hold himself upright as the scent gave him a rather drunken gait, and he could only inhale through his ventilator desperately to chase the aroma that surrounded him. It was hypnotic, enthralling, and above all, something inherently primal. Subspace even reached out to smear the blood across your skin and spread the scent all over the nearby supple skin to affix more intensity to his high. It was like a drug...and Subspace wanted more.
Hyperlaser: Despite your escape from the Blackrock facility, you didn't get very far before you were being hunted by the local sniper that was regularly hired for Subspace's dirty work. He had wasted no time in tracking your runaway form down in the surrounding snow, and once he found his target, a quick little nick to the leg was all it took to take you down to the ground. He was not usually one for having "merciful" take downs, but he has specific orders from Subspace to bring you back ALIVE and in good health, but he could still see the amount of blood that had splattered from your leg--even though he used a VERY weak shot (at least, by his standards). He took his time in approaching your downed form...but the scent of something rather enticing suddenly wafts in through the slits of his ventilation for his helmet. It was strangely...nostalgic. Something that reminded him of what he used to enjoy before his...accident. A fragrance that was sweet, aromatic, and pungent. It reminded him of days when he would get gifted cakes for his birthday or when he was awarded for being an efficient worker of the KORBLOX Administration. Those days are long behind him, but it still reminds him of better times. Yet, as he approached your fallen form, he could feel the scent getting stronger and stronger, despite him wearing his helmet. Even as you looked up at the masked assassin from your place on the ground--the contractor could only look at you with a mix of pity and...something else. Like a frightened rabbit that was finally hunted down and cornered by a hungry wolf, you could only lay there as Hyperlaser assessed the damage on your leg. Good. No major damage. Just a nick...still...there was a lot of blood leaking out of your wound. Much more than he originally anticipated. However, even worse, the tundra forest that surrounded you both almost seemed to come alive as the scent of your injury was carried away on the frigid winds. Hyperlaser could hear the excited howling of nearby wolves, the distant yips of hungry foxes, the cawing of the meat-eating ravens that were native to Blackrock looming in the trees...suddenly, the forest didn't feel so safe. Hyperlaser didn't even struggle to pick up your frailer form, as even when you struggled a bit, the assassin merely pressed you tighter to himself as he walked you back towards Blackrock. He silently wonders if he needed to cover up your bleeding injury, as his observation of the forest animals reaction to your scent was anything to go by...how would the local Inphernals react to such a strong scent blowing in the cold breeze? He can only suspect that he wasn't at the mercy of the full extent of your scent due to his helmet...and the others have no such barriers. He needed to carry you back inside very carefully.
Slingshot: Slingshot was rather familiar with your visitations to his local cafe dubbed "Thieves Rest", and you were a rather polite patron when you stop in for a meal or a quick drink. Sling can only suspect that you were comfortable eating here above all the other places, as it is one of the few places in Crossroads where you aren't judged for being a "hornless". I mean, Sling employs Vinestafff, who has a mutation just like you do (he thinks...?), and he doesn't mind a patron like you who tips him, and his siblings, very well every single time you visit his cafe. Sometimes, you two even share stories about some adventures or things that you both bared witness to. However, during a fit of laughter, you suddenly let out a yelp and pull your hand away from a piece of bread you were buttering up, and the knife you were holding (which definitely WAS NOT a butter knife) clatters from your hand. Sling was quick to become worried the moment you muttered out about how clumsy you were as red liquid dripped down onto your plate from your clenched hand. Sling was going to ask if you were alright...however, a rather infatuating scent happened to grab his attention. In a brief moment of confusion, he looked toward all of the baked goods he had made to see if any of them matched such a wonderful scent...but he found none had the same pleasant aroma. It was so sweet and warm smelling...like a freshly baked loaf of milk bread. He follows his nose and his eyes locked with your hand that was currently holding a napkin to the cut on your hand, as his eyes watch a few droplets of blood drip down onto the plate in front of you. You quickly made a rush to pay, as you explained you needed to go see Medkit again for your gash, and you quickly left a fat tip for Slingshot before you waved him off. Despite you leaving...the strong scent of bliss just lingered in the air. Slingshot merely blinked slowly before reaching out, pocketing your typical tip, and then staring at the plate you left behind. The same one that was speckled with droplets of your alluring blood. Sling had picked up your dishes, trashed whatever remained on your plate, and silently held the plate in his hands. His eyes keep looking at those vibrant red droplets on the ceramic and he couldn't help but lick his lips in response. However, a quick pass of Shuriken mentioning about something "smelling really good" was enough to snap Slingshot out of his mental freeze. He blinks in surprise before looking down at the plate with a lingering feeling of disgust. Was he...was he really going to lick the blood off the plate?? He could only silently take it to the sink in the kitchen and wash it all off with the facet. Despite the urge to lap it all up like some kind of...animal...Sling was able to resist the temptation...for now.
Shuriken: Shuriken was more passive to you since you tended to frequent the cafe that his sibling, Slingshot, tended to run in Crossroads a lot. As a result, you both tended to become very acquainted with each other and he was even kind enough to show you some of his ninja moves once the cafe closed for the day. You two were pretty much just playing around in the back alley behind Slingshot's shop when he handed you one of his prized kunai to try out for yourself. He showed you a couple of tricks to try out with them, and even demonstrated a few of his own, as you decided to try and mimic the same motions that Shuriken was showing you. You managed to get a few of the more common tricks, but then you wanted to try out a more complicated one. That was your worst mistake of the day. The moment you let out a yelp and a hiss of pain, Shuriken was quick to come over and assess the damage the moment you dropped the kunai from your hand. Immediately, the long gash across your fingers became prevalent to Shuriken ,who opened his mouth to say something, but he found himself suddenly lost for words. A rich and savory scent suddenly fills his senses and he can't help but feel a lingering sense of dizziness as the smell fills his lungs like a drug. While you were too busy focusing on the injury on your hand, Shuriken was standing nearby...partially paralyzed by the sudden change in his behavior. His mind was flooded with uncomfortable thoughts and disturbing urges as he watches the blood drip onto the asphalt that made up the back alley you both were hanging out in. Then...his teeth begin to itch. He licks his lips involuntarily before your cry of "what do I do??" and your worried gaze finally locks with his blank one--snapping him out of his trance. He was quick to suggest you go see Vinestaff, as she has some experience in healing, before he makes a bogus excuse to use his grappling hook to leave the scene. You eventually hurry inside to find Vinestaff as Shuriken watches from a distant rooftop. What came over him...what...what was that feeling?? What were those horrible thoughts?! In short, Shuriken was frightened by those sudden thoughts of maiming you in the back alley that he avoided you for the rest of the day. It was for your safety.
Vinestaff: You and Vinestaff tended to help in the garden together whenever you both had downtime. As odd as it was, you both had grown close through your "mutations", as Vinestaff was spawned with a wooden limb that regrows and you had no horns to your name. In a way, you two got along perfectly fine with each other for being misfits, and even her siblings didn't seem to mind you visiting them pretty often. Yet, you seemed to be just a little closer to Vinestaff because of your kindred situations involving other Inphernals, so you both tended to help each other out sometimes. She would usually help teach you about plants, nature, or just the Inpherno as a whole, and you would return the favor by helping her in her private garden. Yet, sometimes, helping in the garden can have its own problems. Especially when you forget which flowers have pretty long thorns! You grab Vinestaff's attention the moment you let out a yelp and a couple of loud curses while shaking your hand around. Upon being questioned by Vinestaff, you tell her that you accidentally grabbed a prickly rose before showing her the blood that oozed to the surface of your skin. Vinestaff was going to apologize for not warning you, but she finds herself suddenly feeling a little dizzy. Then, a strange scent wafts around her that only added to her confusion. It wasn't something that she had smelled before. Something strangely sweet, succulent, and fragrant...like a freshly blossomed lotus flower. She could only look around in a brisk fit of confusion before you question if she was okay. She can only mutter that she was fine before offering to heal your injury, to which you gladly accept. Yet, you don't miss how she seemed to...focus deeply on the red blots that dotted your skin...you wonder if she's squeamish around blood? Vinestaff doesn't really give you an answer.
Katana: You don't really understand how you started hanging out with Katana as well, but you suspect that it's because you and your group (Slingshot, Shuriken, and Vinestaff) tend to live in or visit the same apartment complex, so you tended to run into each other from time to time. Katana was always kind of standoffish to you and to others, but that never stopped you from saying a passing friendly hello to them every once in a while as you carry on to visit one of your Inphernal friends. Yet, you never thought that you would be sitting together and meditating in the same room with Katana. It was primarily silent in the room and you were trying to focus like Katana was effortlessly doing, but it was so hard to sit still for so many minutes on such an uncomfortable floor. Still, you don't want to be a nuisance to Katana, so you try to be as quiet and still as possible. Yet, unbeknownst to you, Katana was already struggling to focus while in your presence, as something was stopping them from achieving complete focus during their meditation. That bothersome scent that was radiating off of your form. Despite the mask they were wearing, the scent that radiated off of your form seemed to slip around it with ease to assault their nose, and it was making it so hard to focus on just honing in on their meditation. Their hidden eyes burn into your sitting form that stayed planted next to their own still figure, yet they could tell that you were partially trying to be overly stiff in your form. Were you even aware that you were giving off such a pungent, yet enticing, aroma? Even when Katana passed by you in the hallways of the apartment, the scent of you passing by him would always give them pause in their steps. Maybe it was just their more keen sense of smell, but your scent was just...alluring. Even worse, if other Inphernals can pick up on it with ease like Katana can, then that would mean that trouble wouldn't be far behind wherever you walked. Hopefully you would be able to keep yourself out of trouble...but seeing as you're currently struggling to even sit STILL for a few minutes, he can only silently accept that your woes would be many. Thankfully, he has trained himself well in the arts of restraint. No matter how much that scent allures him with its silent siren call, he would not heed it. He just hoped that the other three you hang out with would be able to do the same.
Skateboard: You and Skateboard managed to get acquainted by meeting each other through Slingshot, who was happy to introduce a good patron to one of his friends. You both eventually got to talking before you admitted that you used to skate on your own skateboard back where you were from, but you haven't really done so in a long time. With some encouragement from Skate, and a temporarily borrowed gear, you both were eventually hanging around outside of the shop while Skate was helping trying to teach you how to do an ollie. You tried a couple of times, as you admitted you never really rode your own skateboard that much back at home, but you kept trying to do it because of Skate's encouragement...that is, until his gear went flying out from underneath you and you went falling down to the pavement. The sound of a sickening 'crunch' reaches Skate's ears and he was quick to rush over and make sure you were okay. Upon you sitting up, Skate can only wince in response to your nose starting to bleed and it being at a rather odd angle. Skate reaches over to try and help you up, however, he finds himself suddenly getting hit with a rather disorienting dizzy spell. Not only that, but a strange scent had begun to completely overtake his senses, as the smell of something overly sweet, tangy, and floral completely overwhelms his senses. He suddenly feels weak and falls onto the ground, which causes Slingshot to rush out of the store to check on you both. Upon seeing your bloody state and Skate's completely disoriented response, Sling was quick to ask Vinestaff to make a house call for Medkit and Sling hurries over and try to help you up. However, even Slingshot was starting to feel suddenly woozy from the heavy scent that laced the air, but the unnatural stares of the other inphernals that lingered in the street gave Slingshot the boost he needed to help you up and walk you into the store for some assistance. Once you were taken care of, Sling was quick to head outside to aid Skateboard, who was completely out of it. Skate would eventually come to later, but he vividly remembers the scent that made him feel so high...so high, that it reminded him of his time in the Splintered Skies. He can only slowly come back to his senses as Medkit checks up on your injury and tries to get Skate to respond to stimuli once more. Skate, strangely, doesn't even remember collapsing. He just remembers you bleeding from your nose, being overwhelmed with such a blissful scent, and then...nothing. Once he comes back, he's very confused and disoriented, much to the concern of his dear friends. How odd...it was like he was dreaming.
Boombox: You also meet Boombox through Skateboard and Slingshot, as the two were rarely ever seen without each other by their sides. In essence, you suspect that it made sense! Both of them have similar tastes, similar outfits, and both of them like to be rowdy when they can. Boombox was such a friendly Inphernal and you couldn't help but mirror his energy when he comes to visit the humble cafe that was owned by Slingshot. Eventually, the Inphernal offered to teach you how to breakdance, and with such a friendly face as his, how could you say no? He taught you a couple of basic poses, spins, and freestyles before he allowed you to take the reigns. In comparison to Boombox, you were a total novice and weren't overly as flexible as you could be to breakdance...and your balance was pretty awful as well. Especially the moment where you tried to mirror a handstand that Boombox showed you before your attempt, and you eventually lost your balance and went tumbling down...right onto your face. Boombox could only flinch as you eat the pavement and go directly into a roll before stopping a short ways away. He was quick to hurry over and check on you, finding that you were primarily fine, but you had busted your lip on the ground. A decent amount of blood came oozing forth and drips down your chin, which causes you to let out a quiet string of curses in response to seeing the red fluid coat your shirt. However, Boombox merely goes silent as a faint headache starts to develop within his head and a strange, yet tantalizing, scent drifts over his form. It was a peculiar scent that left a sweet taste lingering on his tongue and an electrical feel that danced across his tastebuds. It was sweet...salty...and aromatic. Boombox was taking in a deep breath of it before he even realized what he was doing. Despite the haze he was feeling cloud his mind, he could see how confused you looked at him. When you asked if he was okay and if the sight of blood made him nauseous, the Inphernal could only struggle to process what you were saying before blinking rapidly and snapping out of his trance. He was quick to apologize before offering to help you up and ask about going to see Vinestaff to help heal your injury. Despite you agreeing and walking ahead of him...Boombox found himself still feeling a slight haze in his mind, as the scent wafted off of your body and straight into his lungs. He could only try to resist as you both head into Slingshot's shop to ask for Vinestaff's help. Hopefully this spontaneous headache will go away soon...at least, he hoped it did.
Coil: The moment Coil heard about your abduction incident with numerous Biografts--he was already on a rescue mission to get you out of Blackrock. Despite his tough exterior, the moment he saw how distressed his friend group was because of your abduction that was caused by "Subfart", the notorious thief was already on the way to break you out of Blackrock. Who knows what that pink menace was doing to you while you were imprisoned there?! So, Coil used every single trick in the book to break into Blackrock once again and this time, instead of looking for technology and crystals, he was looking for his buddies kidnapped friend. It didn't take long for him to climb through the vents of the facility but, as he crawled through the numerous vents, a rather strange scent came flowing in through the vent with the airflow. It made Coil pause temporarily, as he took a couple of deep sniffs to get a lock on for the strange fragrance. It was sweet...sickeningly so. It even had a few floral and bitter accents to it that seemed to just...call out to Coil. Easily enough, the Inphernal was quick to follow the scent back to the source, where he discovered their hornless friend strapped down to a table in a holding cell. Even from within the vent, Coil could see numerous cuts lining their body and their complexion looked pale...maybe even sickly. However, a quick look around the room did give an explanation as to why, as he could see a couple of blood bags filled to the brim sitting on a table not too far from where you lie. It was enough to make Coil grit his teeth in anger, as "Subfart" was practically DRAINING YOU DRY. Without another moment of hesitation, he kicks out the vent grate, allowing it to clatter to the floor, and he hops out with the elegance of a seasoned thief. He hurries over to carefully pull out any instruments that happened to be leeching the life right out of your body before he starts undoing the straps keeping you down. Despite the scent of you being present in the room, he could feel that it was weakening, as your eyes slowly open to finally look at the source of what is causing such a commotion. Coil could only smirk at you and state "Hey there. Skate and Boom sent me to come get ya out of here." Coil briefly states before carefully picking up your limp form from the table. Then, he begins to make his escape from Blackrock as you could only lean into your only savior you had at that moment in time. As for Coil? He's just glad he can make his friends happy again...and enjoy the scent of you wrapping around him as he flees the facility.
