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[It had been several weeks of radio silence since the last cryptic message Dick sent her. Several weeks of worrying and fretting and trying to investigate as best she could, between her work at the university. When she finally got the slightest of hints where he'd gone, she called in a few favors to friends to follow up, and that led her here, to this abandoned building so far out of town it was nearly the boonies.

She closes and locks the car, then heads to the front door armed with a flashlight and a sour frown on her face.]

Dick? Hello?

[It looks like it used to be an office building, though what such a thing is doing out here is beyond her. All she knows is her boyfriend's trail leads here, and she can't go any longer worrying and wondering about him.

She tests the door, and it opens with a little effort. Stepping inside, she clicks on the flashlight and calls again, walking into the gutted-out remnants of a lobby, and... oh, apartments? Or at least someone tried to live here, if the furniture is any indication.]

Dick, it's Rebecca. If you're here, answer me right now, please!

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(maybe, the further that she walks, the more signs she'll pick up. the smell of the sewer he'd been hiding in before leaving town, or the bits of smashed furniture he'd destroyed in fits of pain. he knows he hasn't been cleaning up the trail the way he should be doing but he's been....a bit preoccupied, lately. he ought to cut himself some slack. except he shouldn't, because Dick knew Rebecca was smart and stubborn and she could be a human bloodhound when she wanted to be, and the whole point of hiding out had been keeping Rebecca from finding him.)

(he could smell her, when she entered the building. heard her shut the car door, the massive ears he'd grown twitching and turning towards the sound of her footsteps. that'd been another reason he'd fled the city - every sound now drilled into his skull and it'd been too much to manage.)

(it'd been weeks. Dick was glad, at least, he seemed to have stabilized; the serum he'd been careless and gotten doused with had finished with him. but it'd left him with few options. he'd been in too much pain during the transformation to work on finding a fix - too focused on keeping himself, well, himself to plan further than the next minute. but now, it had left him without a backup plan, now that Rebecca had found his hideout. he was too big and too broad to fit through the window and get on the fire escape - hell, even the doorways would need careful maneuvering - but -)

(but there weren't a lot of choices left.)

(so Dick paced. the tips of his taloned feet clicked and the floors and building groaned under the weight of all his bulk and muscle, shifting dust down from neglected ceilings. he did not call out when she shouted for him. every one of her footsteps made his heart jump. her scent - the smell of her shampoo, her perfume, of his female - -

(no!)

(no, he had to stop that. had to keep control.)

(he'd boarded himself up in the largest room he could. not quite the penthouse, not quite the top. but far enough from ground that it'd take her a while, before she'd get to him. so he had time to pull himself together.)

[What happened in here? The building is abandoned, but there are signs of fresh trouble everywhere. The smell, for one, faint but not so faint as to be old. Places where feet have scrabbled in the dust, where things have been pushed out of the way. She wasn't a cop anymore, but she could still follow a trail.]

Dick? Please, answer me. Are you hurt?

[She brought her medical kit, because she always does. It's in the car with her other things. Dick is the type to run into trouble when he's working, and she knows by now to be prepared for anything.

Except him running away and disappearing for weeks without more than a vague message of warning. That's new. And annoying. But she wants to think there's a good reason for it. She hopes he isn't hurt or sick, but if he is, why wouldn't he have just come to her in the first place?

She follows the trail to the stairs, winding up through the building, shining her flashlight on the landing doors. Some of them are jammed shut or blocked with debris.]

You're in big trouble if you're hiding from me, mister.

(it hurts - hurts as much as when his back had snapped and grown wings - to hear her voice and do nothing. Rebecca was one of the few he'd shared the messy details with, revealed what he meant when he said he 'worked late hours'. but that was half the reason and why he clamped down these new, sharp teeth down around his tongue. because he felt blood run hot under his skin and a deep-set want burn inside his heart.)

(he ought to have tried to get out of here when he'd heard her car.)

(but he didn't, so....time to own up to this, maybe. if she was going to find him, Dick wanted her to know that it was him. if she'd brought a weapon with her - and god willing she had, because he'd be angry if she'd gone into a condemned apartment complex without someway to defend herself - then it could get messy. she could get hurt.)

(he waited till the footfalls were the loudest, ears pressing flat down on his skull as she came onto his floor, and sat in a corner of the room. with the way his spine had cracked and curved, he had to sit dog-like, the palms of wide clawed hands pressed in-between the hawkish talons of his feet. he hoped, by pulling the wings flat against his back and curling his shoulders inward, he looked smaller, less threatening, but also had to laugh because there was no chance of that.)

Rebecca - (that was his voice now? but Dick supposed he should be lucky to speak at all, with how his jaw had reformed so beak-like) - didn't you - didn't you get my message? I said you should stay home. (and he tried to laugh but it rolled out of him like thunder, low and growling, shuddering the floorboards)

[The next floor's doors are open, and the debris looks like it's been moved for something heading in. She ducks under a fallen beam and steps into the dark room, shining her flashlight around. There are a few rooms here, and it's less dusty than downstairs.

Before she can call out again, she hears her name echo back from the darkness, and she jumps.]

Dick? Oh my god, you are here! I was so worried!

[Who else would it be? But...]

What's wrong with your voice? [She starts to move through the rooms towards the sound of... what was that? A growl?]

I did stay home! For weeks, and not a single other word from you-- [One room left, and she peers through the doorway.] What are you doing in a place like this?

[Her flashlight hits... something. in the corner and her eyes go wide.]

Dick?

(it's her- -)

(Dick bites on his tongue again. his claws curl and, though not intended, dig deep into the floors, leaving long white scars behind. reflex makes him turn his head from the flashlight but slowly, hoping to high heaven that his face is making a smile, lifts his head back towards her.)

...hey, Rebecca.

(there'd been a mirror in here, before he'd smashed it. he knew what she was looking at.)

(some...thing, that if it stood to full height would dwarf her by more than half her height, looking all the larger by the feet of leathery wings that curled behind its back. some parts like a bat, some like a wolf or dog. plied with knotted muscle and engorged veins, grayish skin broken by patches of long hair. if it lunged, it'd crush her in an instant, before it had the chance to slash or bite. only human by the way it watched her move, by the intelligence inside its eyes.)

(when he moved his head, the light showed off the tips of all his teeth - when he raised his hands, palms open to show surrender, the flashlight caught the sharpened claws, topping fingers longer than her forearms.)

(it was barely Dick Grayson anymore)

It's...been a while, I know.

[When the shadow moves, she trails her flashlight on it, and her eyes instantly go wide. She can't hold back the frightened gasp. What is that? Some manner of monster, a beast like she's never seen before, tall and great and clawed, and...]

Dick?

[She steps closer, one step, two steps. She can't take her eyes off of him.]

Is that you? What happened?

[Well. This would explain why he didn't come home or want to talk to her for so long.]

It's me.

(if she can't look away, he can't look at her - can't bring himself to meet her gaze and see the expression there. playing out this scenario in his mind had been horrible enough that actually facing her was too much.)

I - got hit, with something, on patrol. Some serum in - (he hesitates. if he tells her that it was in Hugo Strange's lab, would she go off to find a cure on her own? Dick shook his head, conical bat ears flaring outward) It doesn't matter. I'll figure out out to fix this.

But Rebecca - you need to go home. Please, just trust me, I'll explain when I'm normal again but -

(there's a hitch in his voice, and a gut-wrenching turn in his stomach. her smell is too much for his control, this close, this strong.)

Oh, Dick...

[What happened? She's never seen a mutation quite like this. And she's seen more than a few "serum"-related accidents in her time, with all sorts of mutations and symptoms. But the transformation is staggering, and he can still speak... ]

Why didn't you tell me? You should have come straight home so I could help you!

[She completely ignores his pleas for her to leave, stepping closer to investigate. Rebecca is already deep in scientist mode, already racking her brain for what sort of mutagen could have this sort of effect, and how to undo it.]

Do you have any of it left? Some residue on your clothes, or anything? What were the symptoms?

(goddamnit.)

(his wings wrap around him and he shrinks back from her. the closer she gets the wilder his heartbeat gets, the faster neurons fire in his head - and the louder they shriek take her, claim her. so he curls the massive paws into fists, pressing them into the floor, and inhales deeply)

- wasn't sure how bad it'd get, didn't want to hurt anybody.

(but no. most of his clothes had been shredded in the first few hours, when he'd fled Strange's lab and he'd exploded with growth and muscle. Dick remembered only the red haze in his vision. and the pain, too. that clouded most his memory)

Nothing left. But this isn't your problem - it's mine. I'll fix it.

(take control back. force a smile back over his face, cock his head to the side. crack a joke, sound normal)

But if you'd wanted a pet, well, guess I've got one for you?

[Well. She can't be mad at him for wanting to be responsible, not wanting to hurt anyone when he changed. She knows all too well that some people who mutate can't control themselves. But just the fact that Dick can still talk to her reassures her that that isn't the case this time.

She reaches out carefully, setting a hand against his shoulder to touch him gently.
Then she lets out a vague, halfhearted laugh at his attempt at a joke.]

That's not funny. And don't be ridiculous, this is our problem.

[No serum left. Then she should take some blood. Hair. Saliva, maybe. Compare it to other human blood samples.]

I can isolate the strain and narrow it down. The machine in the lab at the university can help us find a treatment.

[She offers a weak, worried smile.]

This is what I do for a living, silly. We can take care of it together.

It's my problem, I don't want it to be yours -

(don't come closer-)

(it takes every ounce of willpower to not pounce and take her - claim her. but when her hand lays on his shoulder he leans into it. the soft and cold of her hand ignites him - Dick's sure she can hear how fast and hard his heart is pounding, and he has to shift to hide where all his blood is going.)

Rebecca -

(it's nearly a purr in the back of his throat. the last few weeks, he's been alone and in angst and agony; even the part of Dick that is fully human wants to savor the moment and her presence, the human contact and the conversation. with a tremor in his hand - it's so much to fight the carnal want, but he does - he raises transformed fingers to her face. the base of his palm is as long and large as the whole of her skull, and he's so cautious that these claws don't come anywhere close to her skin.)

(she's so small now. he'd already had a foot over her, but now Dick had to bend in half just to look her in the eye.)

I'm fighting it but - there's something in my head that wants - I don't want to hurt you, and if you stay I'm scared I may.

(but he can't stop himself now from touching her cheek with his nose, to inhale with hot breath the intoxicating scent of her. a trembling knuckle brushes her hair away)

Not when I can help you.

[And she's still mid-fret, trying to puzzle out how she'll approach solving it when he moves, and he purrs her name in that tone that immediately gets her attention. She looks up at him in time for his transformed hand to cup her face, and the sheer size of it catches her breath in her throat.

Rebecca has faced down any number of mutated horrors before. She's always known when there was danger. Now, listening to him talk about something in him that wants to hurt her, that sense of danger is prickling down the back of her neck- but she desperately wants to deny that Dick is the source.

She bites her lip, holding her breath and fluttering her eyes closed as his nose brushes her cheek.]

Dick...

It's all right. [She closes her hand over the massive paw cupping her face. It's almost comically tiny in comparison.] You won't hurt me. I know you're in control.

[]As best she can, she laces her fingers with his. More like laces her fingers with two of his, squeezing reassuringly.]

I'm going to help you. I'm not afraid.

(there's a deep pit in his heart filling up with shame. Dick was ashamed of himself - ashamed that he couldn't bite back this desire, ashamed of how a lifetime of training was crumbling so easily against a beast's desire. and anger, too, that Rebecca was stubborn and staying. because no matter what she says, he can't guarantee that he won't cause her pain)

(...she's so tiny. her fingers on his hand are so minuscule he could hardly feel them, though her touch lit the fire in his blood. he can't help but be aware that with just a bit of strength, he could crack her skull open now. Dick had shattered the furniture in this apartment without even trying.)

(so it's with fearful fingers that he strokes her cheeks and shoulder and arm, coming to rest down on her hip. he holds her whole side in his palm, from the swell of her hip up to the bottom of her breast. its with short, shuttering breaths that he exhales on her neck, rubbing his muzzle against her face.)

I...there must have been some pheromone in whatever got me because - I want you so much right now. Your smell is driving me crazy.

(only so dimly aware of it, he had begun to move; uncurling from that position in the corner, he was walking around her, the full length of his body wrapping around her. his fingers spread across the flatness of her stomach. and it only seemed to magnify the gulf between them in size - Rebecca's full height only brought her up to his hip. his tail, with its spaded tip, was as thick as her leg, and it curled around hers without any command of his.)

Please just go now - run! Before I can't stop myself.

(but his body is pressed against her legs and back. his head and ears nuzzling her neck and inhaling her. his wings seem to shiver and flutter. it'd be nearly comical - the great horrid shape of his monstrous body, his mind filled with panicked lust, and all he was doing was behaving like an affectionate dog. but, unfurled from his crouch, legs stretched out as he wound round her, his body's intentions were no longer hidden.)

[The blood rises to her face as he grasps her by the hip, and as the actual size of him starts to vividly illustrate itself. Even though he's being gentle, she's acutely aware of the strength in him, how thick those muscles are, and how easily he could kill her if he tried to. She brought her gun, because she always does, but she could never bring herself to shoot Dick. Not like this, when he's still himself, still talking and thinking and worrying about her.

Her eyes drift closed and she inhales softly through her teeth as he nuzzles her, and with his next words, what he means is startlingly, obviously clear.

He's aroused. He doesn't want to kill her, he wants to...

Rebecca's face turns instantly red, and she opens her mouth to reply, but he's already curling around her. His fingers brush her stomach through her T-shirt and his tail wraps her leg, and as the swoon rises through her, it's not fear that nearly staggers her off her feet.

Nope. Not fear at all.]

Oh my god, Dick... You want...

[She should run. She should shove him away and bolt out the door, but he's holding her too close already. She wouldn't make it four steps before he was on her. What is wrong with her? Was he right about the pheremones? Were they coming off of him, too? They must be, or why else would her inclination to run away be cracking and falling apart beneath the addling warmth growing in the pit of her stomach, radiating heat off her skin.]

Would it... [She swallows thickly. She must have lost her mind to ask something so stupid.] ... help?

(he doesn't know what he'd do if she ran now. be glad, later, Dick knew, but in the moment? he couldn't even lie to himself and say that he wouldn't follow. mine mine mine this ugly instinct beats inside his chest.)

(the long clawed fingers press further into her hip and pull Rebecca closer to his torso. the other hand balances his massive shape, on the floor in front of her legs. she couldn't run. Dick couldn't tell he was doing it, but he had trapped her.)

I want you.

(it's a growl, deep in his throat, and he can feel himself slipping-)

(until she asks her question, and it snaps him back. Dick pulls his head back and looks at her, their faces nearly level. he can stare directly into her eyes and she could see his - his whole face, its wolfish shape, its black eyes. an ear quirks up while the other lies flat to the curve of his skull.)

You're asking....? (the throbbing in his groin is painful. but for the second, he makes a sound almost like his charming laugh) Scientific curiosity, Rebecca?

[Okay. Stay calm. She's out here in the middle of the night, and nobody knows she's here. She's in an abandoned building with the monstrous form of her boyfriend, who's turned into some kind of... bat wolf wing thing. And he wants, very badly, to have sex with her.

If possible, her face turns even redder as he pulls her up against him. She stares into those big, black eyes, and for a moment, she can picture Dick's human face wearing the same expression, making that same laugh. Making the same stupid joke.]

No! [Too bad the color of her face and the heat rolling off her skin gives away the lie.] But if it's hurting you, or controlling you somehow, I-

[Her voice catches in her throat. God, what's wrong with her? She's been around monsters all her life, and none of them did this to her. None of them had shown any kind of proclivity to anything but maiming her. None of them were her boyfriend, transformed, in pain, in desperation, strong and powerful and absolutely dwarfing her.

Oh god. She really was saying this.]

I want to help you, Dick. However I can.

You're always so cute, when you're embarrassed. (another laugh-sound, but this one with a bit of a whine. some of this feels like being a teenager again, unable to put words to what he wanted.)

...I don't know what will help. I don't want this to happen to you - (that brief flash of scientific thought - what if the serum was transferred to her? what if? - but to hell with it) - but Rebecca, I want you, more than I ever have.

(logistics move like molasses in his skull, stemmed by the hunger for her. he wants to kiss her - but his mouth is built for crunching bones and snapping limbs. he wants to lay her down but a subtle movement threatens to knock her off her feet.)

(he's circled back around her, his extended shaft pulsing as it brushes the backs of her legs. finally, his hand has left her waist, and he's back down on all fours. his breath is shaking him but he has to say it, has to say it now before this goes any further.)

I want you - to make me stop - before I hurt you. Any means. Make me stop.

Why are you bringing that up now? [Yes, this is very familiar... she's even bickering with him just like always. If she needed any proof that this creature was indeed Dick, there it was.

She frowns sympathetically as he curls around her- then feels the brush against her legs, looks down, and holy crap, is that seriously... Another flush sweeps through her, and she exhales a short, sharp breath.

She takes one step back, and sets her flashlight down on the remnants of a table beside her. Then one step forward, and she very carefully reaches up to cup his face in her palms, looking him in the eye.]

I will, Dick. I promise.

[Then she quickly pecks a kiss to the side of his muzzle, and the realization sinks in what she's just agreed to.

And oh my god, is she turned on.]

(did he seriously, even for a moment, think that he was lucky?)

(Dick was an idiot. that much is clear.)

(for the moment, as he rises up on his back legs and to the great full height, he teeters, shuddering with heavy wounded breaths. he has to blink thickly, push through the growl to throw her on her back. he's erect - more than double the length and girth than she'd last seen it - ready.)

(but then a hand is back on her side. claws try to navigate the complications of her belt.)

Pants -

(he's dwarfing her, looming down over her, with muscled shoulders heaving. with the flashlight skewed his strange features are cast in heavy shadow. but Dick is trying to keep himself pulled back, to wait and respond to what Rebecca does, rather than shove her down and back and ravage. the other hand slides around her back, cupping her in the vast palm, for balance and for safety)

(but his talons snatch in the fabric of her shirt and pants, and they win; the fabric tears and leaves skin bare, though they do not cut the flesh beneath)

[Maybe Rebecca needs to examine her relationship to danger in her young, brief life so far. Maybe there are some thrill issues that she hasn't fully examined, things that stir up unexpected feelings at unexpected times for her. She should probably give that some thought later.

Now, though, there's no room for thinking. Not when Dick throws her to the ground and looms over her, and she gets the full effect of his monstrous body: the height, the limbs, the fangs, the claws, the totally absurd size of his cock. (Jesus. That can't possibly work, can it...)

Feverish heat rushes through her, and she fumbles to deal with her jeans. The button undone, the zipper tugged down, and she's scrambling to pull them over her hips when his claws rend through her clothes like a hot knife through butter. She gasps aloud, tatters of the fabric brushing her skin as they fall away, leaving her in panties and a sports bra that's already half-ripped through.]

Oh my god. [She shudders deliciously in his palm, pressing her boots against the floor to put her knees together in reflexive modesty. Brief modesty, as her clothes are as good as wrecked. Her skin turns pink from her face all the way down to her chest, and she tugs absently at her bra, baring a breast.]

Dick. Th-this is actually...

Rebecca - I'm -

(he'd been trying just to get her clothes off, not have her cower underneath him. already he'd gone too far. Dick told himself to pull back but - free of the shirt and jeans, he inhaled a full breath of her arousal, eyes locking onto the pink tip of her breast)

You're so beautiful -

(she's always been so beautiful. innocent and strong - even with all she's seen and experienced, there's never been anything but goodness in her, and it anchored him. even now, in this parody of lovemaking, she was here because of him.)

(the force of his breath blows back her hair as he stretches down towards her. his tongue, slipping out between inch-long canines, reached out to her nipple. he slid round the curve of her chest, up to the base of her throat, tasting her skin; saliva glistened on the skin he visited. he couldn't kiss her - not without closing fangs around vital skin - but this...this was the closest he could get.)

(one crooked, talons foot comes down beside her hip, nails digging into the floor till the laminate cracked. his cock slide against her stomach, filling the gap between her tiny form and his broad chest; it slid in between her knees as she brought them up. god - the feeling - he purred, deep in the base of his throat. his cock slid from her stomach in between her thighs - slowly, as his brain lit with fireworks of pleasure, but speeding with every thrust.)

(he wanted in her. to thrust inside her - fill her -)

(the tip of a clawed finger slid against her hip, tickling - until it met the cotton of her underwear, where it cut them free with one clean slice).

Dick...

[The closer he looms, the more her instinctive fear starts to give way to highly delirious, highly suspect arousal. (Really, she needs to examine this later, when she's not half-crazy with lust and not pinned to the ground under her literal monster boyfriend.) Her breaths quicken as he leans in, and her eyes flutter back in her head as his tongue drags up her skin.]

That's-- r-really hot...

[His cock sliding between her thighs sends a sensation like sparks crawling up her spine, and she can't help but reach out to grasp it, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the shaft. Velvet soft, hot, and thick. She adds her other hand and strokes him.]

Does this feel good?

[He shifts back, and she automatically squeezes her thighs around his cock, giving him something to thrust against. This thing is going to tear her in half if he tries to put it in her, but maybe this will be enough for him.

Her panties rip off with one slice of his claws, and the slick wetness between her legs becomes immediately apparent, probably to him, too.

Rebecca realizes, with a little twinge of horrified shame, that this might not be enough for her.]

(a sharp cry - not of pain or surprise - when she takes his shaft. Dick yanks his head back and it sounds like a howl half-swallowed in his throat.)

(he'd been denying how close he was their entire conversation - precum already coats the head, sticking to her fingers. it throbs against her fingers. nearly there. her fingers stroke up and down, trembling over tactile veins, and his cock vibrates, tensing.)

More.

(not completely recognizable as a word, so low and throaty the utterance. his nostrils flare, saliva dripping in globs from tongue and teeth down onto her skin. he smells her sex, its wetness. it makes him growl, purr: a constant pathetic utterance of pleasure)

(maybe she can sense it but even as he towers over her - he'd break her if his legs gave out, if his grip into the floor slipped - she's in control. as Rebecca strokes him the more she directs him, even when his tail constricts around her leg, when his tongue covers both breasts and collarbones in one wide motion. he's a pussycat in her hands.)

(Dick sways, grinding against both her kneecaps and her palms. talons crack the floor in loud snaps like breaking bone. oh so slowly, his back legs are buckling - engorged testicles press against the backs of her thighs, burning hot)

[Well, that answers that question.

It's a heady feeling, to have something so powerful in such a vulnerable position, feeling all that strength giving in to her as she strokes him. Her fingers slicken as they pump up and down his girth with firm pressure, even as she can barely touch her fingers together around him. Veins throb against her palm and she inhales softly, letting it out in a moan as he licks her breasts.]

Th-there we go...

[His legs start to move. He rocks her as he bucks, and it throws off the rhythm of her strokes, but only for a moment. She adjusts to let his thrusts push into her hands. Her thighs grow slick, a combination of sweat and her own wetness. Either way, it improves the friction, gives him an easier grind.

She lifts her hips at the first bump of his balls against her legs, and his shaft brushes her sex, and it sends a shiver all the way down to her toes.]

Rebeccaaaa -

(back arching, wings shivering with the sound of crinkling leather - white begins to foam at the tip of his head -)

(for a heartbeat he's still. the only movement is her grip pumping on his cock. then Dick pulls back - his huge hands move around her shoulders, sliding gargantuan fingers underneath her back to hold her still in place. he grunts, back legs splaying and screeching on the laminate - the tail around one leg pulls her apart, revealing her snatch as wide as it would go.)

(it's a testament to the pull his human brain still has, that the monster still moves slow. the strain causes his shoulders to shake, muscles spasming in upper arms. but the bulbous head of his inhuman cock, guided by her slickness and his spunk, starts to slide inside her.)

[She cries out as he suddenly grabs her, pinning her still. His tail tugs her thighs apart, spreading her wet, pink pussy for him. There's a brief moment of startle where she somehow isn't completely sure what he's doing.

Then comes the first press of that thick, round head, pushing at her, and she gasps aloud.]

Dick! Ah-!

[Here is where she expects to be torn completely in half, but to her surprise, the physics aren't as impossible as they looked. The wetness gives about an inch of slide before the sheer girth of him slows it to a stop. Her tight walls shudder, aching, stretching around him. He's really pushing that massive thing inside her.

Red-faced, lips round in a moaning gasp, she clutches her hands around his wrists and squeezes painfully hard for purchase.]

Oh god. Oh god... s-slowly! Nnnnhh...

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sorry for late response!

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lol was still trying to go gentle...

omg excuse me. i swear i know how to read

no worry! just didn't want to change directions suddenly if you didn't want to

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