LENGTHY DRIVES AND STUPID PEOPLE
A Companion fic to Mashed Potatoes and Family Reunions
Roxas didn't know if he could start all over again from scratch. Not when he knew everything and they knew nothing. Well, he'd been getting along in life pretty well so far. Up until the family reunion at Sora's. That was when irony started mocking him in every way possible. Akuroku.
Author's Note: Hello all! This companion fic was published due to overwhelming response demanding Roxas' side of the story in Mashed Potatoes and Family Reunions. Really, I didn't plan on writing this any time soon. But you readers asked for it. So, here's Roxas' POV of the entire affair surrounding the family gathering, told in XIII different parts. If you haven't actually read MP&FR, it's advised that you do so before reading this. Or read it after. It will help you get the whole picture. Fair warning: With a different perspective comes a different disposition. Simply put: Roxas' outlook is so totally not like Axel's. This might even actually distort your initial beliefs, but if you go back and scrutinize part 1 and 2, you'll probably pick up the little hints and 'Easter eggs' that parallel this fic. Aye, you've probably had enough of my incessant rambling. Onwards!
I. The Road Trip
The duffel bag hit the interior of the car with a gratifying thump as I flung it as hard and as far into the trunk as I cared to let it go. Then, slamming the hood shut, I scooted towards the front, only to find Naminé in the passenger seat. My passenger seat. Hello? I thought we had a deal, I wanted to grumble. She must've read the expression on my face, because she gave me a small, apologetic, sweet-and-sugary-candy-bar smile and coiled a thin strand of platinum blonde hair around a finger, eyes bright and innocent.
"I'm really sorry, Roxas. My turn to sit up front," she said to me, "You know how carsick I get during long trips. Especially when Cloud's driving."
She gave me one of those looks. If I were any other person, I would have melted on the spot. But I wasn't any other person, so I just sighed and shook my head. "S'okay, Nam. Back's better anyways," I lied (for her sake) and yanked the back door open, slamming it shut behind me as I got into the vehicle (our parent's five-seater sedan). Hey, at least I got the entire back to myself, I told myself, quashing the idea that I was a sucker for my sister. Well, fine. That was largely true to an extent. Naminé was what you would call a 'calm, collected, lovable, quiet and shy individual'. But she could be a devious little child when she wanted to be. She knew just how to get her way with her sweet demeanour. However, to me, all that really didn't matter. Naminé was my guiding star in this pathetic life of mine. Kind of like my pillar of strength. She anchored me. I wish I could say the same the other way around; but what good was I in her eyes? Not much, surely. So if she wanted the front, fine. I could afford to cut her some slack. Really. She deserved it.
Cloud walked out of the house (stumbled, actually) with a cardboard box full of stuff that I knew he wanted to return to Leon and dumped it in the back along with all our other random shit before taking his place at the wheel. The only reason why the car was loaded with so much of our crap was because we were staying over at the Leonhart's after the dinner tonight. Oh joy.
No. I had nothing against Sora or his family. I loved them dearly. No, really. I did. But sometimes, it was hard to deal with them. Especially Sora. Sora was ignorant. Oblivious. In more ways than one. Seeing him kind of made me resent being who I was. It also made me feel somewhat bitter for knowing what I knew. It was always Sora. There were others, yes. But it was always Sora who made me feel the bitterness behind everything. Sora and his blue eyes. Sora and his big heart. Sora and his relentless ability to stay positive. Sora this, Sora that. Sora wasn't the only one though. Like I said, there were others. And whenever I saw them, they always reminded me that I fucking knew. And they didn't.
Cloud gunned the engine, bringing me back to reality. As he pulled out of the driveway in a very much less-than-graceful manner, I mentally prepared myself for a very, very long trip. It was twelve noon. We'd be lucky to make it to Inner Twilight by sundown (if we actually survive the drive). Fingers crossed, I guess. Cloud wasn't what I'd call a remarkably safe driver. I've seen some of the stuff he's done on his motorcycle. Add that to the fact that he nearly ran this very car over the neighbour's poodle a few days ago and narrowly missed said neighbour's mailbox by mere inches, you'd be pretty worried for your own personal safety whenever you got into a car with my brother.
Stupid Cloud.
Yes, this was going to be a very long drive.
By the time we reached Highway 813, I found myself thinking about the impending gathering. Us Strifes were related to the Leonharts through our mom. She was Uncle Laguna's sister. Anyways, we were dubbed 'the Strife Siblings' by our relatives. Either that or 'the Blonde Trio'. Quite amusing, really. But it wasn't like I enjoyed being associated with someone like Cloud. He was such a moron sometimes if I do say so myself. Such a fucking moron. I didn't hate him. No. On the contrary, I quite respected him. I just didn't exactly look up to him like a typical kid would look up to his older bro. Cloud didn't deserve to be idolised. Naminé on the other hand…
I found myself unconsciously fingering the chain around my neck. The silver necklace with two miniature hand-sculpted keys dangling from it. Naminé, my twin sister, made them for me for my (our) sixteenth birthday the August before. "Sweet sixteenth!" she told me, "It's a very special birthday for the both of us!" And the gift had been presented to me in a box, neatly wrapped in gold with a small pink bow and an attached card that had the words 'And on your 16th, keep your oaths safe, lest they fade into oblivion' scribbled in red and yellow crayon. And even before unwrapping and opening the box, I had an inkling as to what was within.
I don't know if the birthday had been particularly out of the ordinary, especially for her since all I'd given her was a measly gold-plated bangle and a new leather-bound sketchbook. They were nothing compared to what she gave me. What she gave me was more than just special. It was, without doubt, the greatest treasure I own to this date. Irreplaceable, really. Naminé was always good at making jewellery, among other things. She had really outdone herself with the masterpiece. The two keys looked so life-like despite their infinitesimal dimension. They very much resembled their actual counter-parts. Not that I could tell what the real ones looked like anymore. It's been far too long. A lifetime, really. But these keys… they reminded me so much of them. Exact artistic precision. Just what I expected out of Naminé. My sister. My twin sister in this life.
I glanced up towards the front, feeling eyes on me. My gaze fell on Nami, in all her fair-skinned, golden-haired glory. She was watching me through the side view mirror for a few silent moments as I fiddled with the necklace. Her gaze was almost worrisome. Anxious. Troubled. I wanted her to stop staring. But more than that, I wanted her to stop worrying. She always did that; always felt the need to. Sometimes, I think she's been doing it since we were born. I wanted to tell her to look away. But I knew I wouldn't be able to bring myself to say anything about it. So I started a light conversation instead, to keep her thoughts elsewhere (and not on me – she did enough worrying for the both of us). I decided on something trivial. Well, not really. But trivial enough.
"Hey, Nam?"
"Hmm?"
"Any chance of dumping Hayner?"
I don't think I sounded particularly concerned in the matter. The two had hooked up a few weeks back. The thing about being twins was that you shared the same friends, mostly. Hayner was as good a friend as any and I knew he would treat Naminé with the respect she deserved. But somehow, the fact that Hayner and Naminé were together was just… unorthodox. Improper. Unfitting. To me, anyways. Maybe I just couldn't (didn't want to) wrap my head around occurring anomalies. I had to keep telling myself not to parallel this life with a previous one.
She tilted her head to one side almost curiously and blinked at me through the glass. "Uh, I don't think so. Why?"
I shook my head. "Nothing," I mumbled.
"Olette asked you out, didn't she?"
I think I frowned at her. Only because she couldn't get Hayner, I wanted to reply. But I didn't. You're the catalyst, Naminé, I wanted to say. But I didn't. Instead, I just said "yeah" and gave her a nod. It was all I could do.
"And you turned her down."
It wasn't a question. She knew too much. The answer was obvious to the both of us.
But I replied anyway.
"You know I would never say yes."
She let loose a sigh and looked sadly at me through the mirror and said nothing more. But I could read it in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking. We've had many a conversation in private about this before. About me rejecting any and every person who asked me out on a date. I knew what she was thinking. She was always thinking it. That's why she always always always gave me those sad, worrisome looks every goddamn minute of the day.
You can't just keep waiting, you know?
I knew.
Hell. I really did.
But as much as I knew I had to, I wouldn't. I would never stop. Waiting, that is.
I knew Naminé's patience was wearing thin with me. But I really didn't care. I would wait.
Hell, everyone was turning up. One by one. It would only be a matter of time. And my waiting would pay off. Or so I hoped.
"Why wouldn't you say yes?" Cloud spoke up when Naminé remained silent.
My eyes snapped towards the back of my older brother's head. "Since when were you interested in my love life?"
He shrugged, eyes focused on the road before him. "Since just now?"
Stupid Cloud. What did he know?
Two hours into the drive, my phone went off. I knew it was my phone because it wasn't monophonic (like Cloud's) or anything by Utada Hikaru (like Naminé's).
"Dear god, that is the most annoying ringtone ever," Cloud grumbled mildly.
"Shut it, bro. Do you even listen to your own crappy ringtones?" I growled, fumbling for the phone in my pocket. "They're all shrilly, 8-bit, short-ass, annoying, repetitive- hello?"
"Better than emo rock," Cloud muttered. I ignored him.
"Sora?" I spoke into the phone, recognising my cousin's voice. Well, he was sort of screaming into the receiver at his end. "'Sup?"
"You guys got long to go?" my brunet relative asked. He sounded a little distracted. I believe he was playing the PS3. Probably with Leon. I mean, they couldn't have guests yet, right? It was still way too early.
"We've been on the road two hours I think," I replied, glancing at the time on the digital clock on the car's dashboard. "Got another three to go. If we end up late, you guys start without us."
"DANG IT. STAY STILL, STUPID! … Eh, uh, don't worry. We ain't starting dinner without you Strifes!"
"… Thanks."
"Yeah. Uh, just checking up on you guys, that's all. Mom asked me to. Good to know you're still alive. I've seen your bro drive. Even Leon drives better than Cloud. Anyways, I gotta' go now. I'm getting my ass handed to me in Tekken. Oh crap! That's totally cheating, A-"
The line went dead.
Wasn't he meant to be preparing for a party? Oh well. I looked up and towards the front. "Hey, Cloud?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Step on it."
Four hours into the drive, we found ourselves with three warnings and two speeding tickets. Cloud took me seriously, it seemed. I took the wheel during the last hour, chalking up my brother's reckless driving to fatigue and agitation. I forced him to pull over and let me drive. It was nice to be behind the wheel. At least with me driving, I knew I wasn't going to kill us all. I only just got my licence last month. But I reckon I was pretty okay on the road. Better than Cloud at least. He preferred Fenrir for some reason. Not that I really cared. He could marry his stupid bike if he wanted and I wouldn't bat an eyelid. Seriously.
Anyway, it didn't take me long to enter the inner metropolis of Twilight City. How Sora (the rich bastard) and his family could afford to live within such an urbanised district is beyond me.
II. The Arrival at the Leonhart's
Arriving fashionably late was probably how we usually turn up to gatherings. It was a Strife thing, I believe. We were, as usual, the last to arrive. And the place was, as usual, jam-packed full of people. The din of muffled conversation was incredible. You could hear the commotion from outside. Then again, shove half a hundred people into one house and see what you get. Fucking noise pollution, that's what.
Great. Just great. I hated crowds. I hated socializing even more. I could never find the words to say to people. Everyone knew I wasn't much of a conversationalist. A Screaming Expletives Match, I could do. A Glaring Competition, I could do even better. But small talk with people? Introverts like me weren't the type to do that. Actually, Cloud and Naminé were also pretty reclusive. Probably a Strife thing too. Ah well, at least the people here weren't strangers.
"Hey everyone! The Strife kids are here!" someone (obviously Demyx) had announced excitedly as we entered through the front door.
So much for walking in unnoticed.
Everyone chorused a greeting of hellos and hi theres. It was then that I realised that I hadn't seen these people in awhile. But none of them had really changed much. I could spy that Luxord had shaved off his goatee and I think Kairi changed her hair colour to a variant shade of red. It looked comparatively more pinkish now and matched the dress she was wearing. Of course, it could've been the severe lack of lighting in the house or maybe my eyes just weren't working right.
Leon was the first to actually approach us formally in greeting. But then again, his family was hosting the reunion this time 'round. Common courtesy. Good to see he was at least capable of that. "Late, as usual," he drawled, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "But at least you guys made it."
So much for common courtesy.
"Not our fault we live almost six bloody hours away," Cloud muttered, shoving the box of stuff he'd brought along into Leon's hands. "Your entire Triple Triad card collection I borrowed last month," Cloud explained when Leon looked at the box with an enquiring frown. "And your stack of jazz CDs and Firefly DVDs."
"Oh. Yeah. Thanks. I thought you were never going to give them back."
"Did you, now?" Cloud smirked.
I wish Cloud wouldn't smirk. Not at Leon anyways. It always creeped the hell out of me when he did. No one should look at Leon that way. Especially not my idiot brother.
Leon shrugged. "Whatever. Dinner's starting at seven." He hefted the box. "I'm gonna go put this away. Make yourselves at home. If you need anything, look for my parents." And our dark-haired brunet of a cousin headed off in a random direction – presumably towards the staircase and to his bedroom to dump his cardboard box.
The three of us just kinda stood there for a few seconds. Then Cloud spotted Yuffie and a few other people he usually hung around with at gatherings like these, mumbled something like 'see you guys later', and headed towards them, momentarily disappearing into the crowd.
Naminé and I stared at each other.
"Well, shall we go mingle?" she asked me quietly when I didn't seem to be talking. She knew full well that I didn't really like this notion of… 'mingling'. No idea why she proposed that we should.
But it didn't really matter either way, because Kairi's older brother, Reno, had already sidled up to talk to us.
"Hellooooo dear Twins of the Clan of Strife! You two're looking rather similar today! Must be the blonde tresses and pools of blue!"
He sounded like he'd just won a million munny. Either that or he was drunk. I mean, when was Reno never drinking? Anyways, I believe I just took a step back from him and rolled my eyes. "Ha, ha. That's a new one," I muttered more sarcastically than I really intended. Well, really, I don't think I've actually heard that one before. The usual 'Nami totally Rox!' jokes were getting old.
"Aw, you just love to burst the bubble, duncha Rox?" And he laughed, reached out, and ruffled my hair. "Seriously though, I think the white outfits make you two look really identical."
I didn't care that my white shirt or Naminé's white dress made us look more twin-like. THE IDIOT HAD RUFFLED MY HAIR. HE ACTUALLY RUFFLED MY HAIR. What… the… fuck.
Touch me again and I will kill you, I wanted to grate out. But decided not to. Killing your cousin was supposedly frowned upon in high-class societies. I kinda wished it wasn't. Really, I did.
"Hello, Reno," Naminé smiled in greeting, shooting me a warning look. She's always known that Reno made me uncomfortable. He did, actually. And I hated the fact that it was true. Stupid bastard with the long red hair and the tattoos.
Fuck. I hated being such a frigging hypocrite.
"How've you been?" Naminé continued to ask our cousin.
"Me? I believe my mood's been a little shitty these few days, but hey! Right now, I'm havin' a ball!"
"That's nice to hear. I believe you and Kairi got accepted by a modelling agency?"
"Yeah. Ain't that awesome?"
"Your parents gave you guys permission to do modelling?"
"Dad doesn't care," Reno waved his hand in the air nonchalantly. "But mom said yes. My mom's cool like that."
"Your mom's cool," Naminé nodded in agreement. I wonder if she was just agreeing for the sake of agreeing.
"Aaaanyways, where the heck has Cloud gone?"
"Yuffie, I think," I muttered in response, hoping he would go away and go on a quest to find my stupid brother.
"Right. Thanks. I'll go say hi to him. I think I owe him munny. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, there was cash involved in our previous exchange. See ya guys later!" And Reno shrugged and left. Finally. All I really heard out of that conversation was blah, blah, blah, cool moms, blah, Cloud, blah, etc.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Reno.
"Roxas?"
"What?" I snapped, suddenly annoyed. Her voice had been quiet and soft.
I didn't know why I snapped. I didn't know why I was annoyed. Actually… yeah, I did. And I wish I didn't.
Naminé raised an eyebrow at me.
"Sorry," I murmured apologetically. I really was sorry. I gave her a helpless shrug, then glanced in the direction that our loud cousin had left seconds before.
She gave me a long, gauging look for a few moments, and I could see that her eyes were tinted with that sadness again. And then, she looked away and sighed. "I'm gonna go talk to Aunt Yuna, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Okay."
"Maybe you could go look for Sora?"
III. The Search for Sora
I was pretty annoyed that Naminé just ditched me like that. Okay, she didn't ditch me. But she obviously hinted that we should split up. I suppose she was getting pretty exasperated with me. Or maybe she thought I needed some independence. Or something. But it wasn't like I had asked to be babied by my sister in the first place. She always felt the need to watch over me, to lose sleep over me, to concern herself with my life. She gave herself that obligation. It was almost endearing. And I guess I kinda got used to it. Maybe she's finally feeling like I needed to break out of my dependence.
Fuck. I'm not making sense. I have no idea what the hell I'm getting at.
I went off to look for Sora. Spotted Kairi Lexa and Riku Mensa from afar. They were standing in a secluded corner chatting away. Well, if they were there, where the heck was Sora? I frowned. The Leonhart was usually with those two. They were like, the Three Musketeers. Or whatever. The only difference was that the Three Musketeers weren't in love with each other. I smirked to myself. Fucking incestuous love triangles.
Kairi looked up from her conversation with Riku and found me looking towards them. She gave me a friendly wave and a wide smile, in which I returned with a curt nod. Riku just raised an eyebrow, looked away and took a sip from his drink, acting completely disinterested. Well, fuck you too, asshole.
"ROXAS!"
I nearly swore when Demyx came up to me from behind and clapped me on the back like I was someone he's never seen in decades. Goddammit! Did he want to give me a heart attack? I swear to God, I never knew how annoying it would be to know that I was now actually capable of getting heart attacks.
I turned on the spot and gave the blond sita-guitarist a thin smile. "Hey, Dem. Nice to see you again. You seem rather high today." Which wasn't unusual. The dude was always happy about something. Or rather, he was happy all the time, even if it was over nothing.
My step-cousin (he was adopted as a kid) grinned a huge grin. "Not everyday that you get to see everyone in the family!" he quipped.
"True…"
"So, how you been, Rox? Wow, you look like you've grown since I last saw you, uh… what was it, three-four-five months back now?"
"Yeah… Four months, actually. And I've been doing fine." Lies! All lies! the back of my head screamed. "What about you?"
"Me? Hah! Guess what? Oh, man, you totally have to guess!" he practically shrieked at me. And I had no time to say anything before he continued excitedly. "Y'know what? Huh? Huuuuuh? I play in a band now! Set it up with some of my pals from college. Check it out! We call it The Thirteenth Order! Cool huh?" He was practically jumping up and down in a frenzy.
I think I wanted to murder something. I really think I did.
"The… Thirteenth… Order…" I repeated slowly, and I probably came out as sounding like I didn't like the band name or something, because Demyx's face fell.
"What? Don't you think it's an awesome name?"
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah! It sounds, um, great! Very… original! I like it."
He brightened immediately. "I came up with it!" he twittered. "It just came to me outta the blue, y'know? BAM! Hit me in the head like a brainwave! It's not very often I get brainwaves like them."
I smiled, half-amused, half-indifferent. "And I suppose you're lead guitarist? Or something?" I ventured. I didn't know if he could do vocals very well, from what I've heard of his singing voice in the past.
"Yup! You know it!"
"Right. Well, congrats on your new band… I guess. I'm actually looking for Sora. D'you know where he is?"
"Cooking," said a new voice.
Demyx and I looked up. It was Luxord. Uncle Luxord. He was shuffling a deck of cards in one hand and giving us both his damned trademark smirk of smugness. He looked quite odd without his goatee. No, scratch that, he looked very odd without it. It wasn't normal. It was downright freaky. It's like taking away something you've been so used to seeing, y'know? Totally weird.
"You said Sora's where?" I raised an eyebrow.
The gambler laughed. "Oh yeah, thanks Roxas. No hello, how are you my dear Uncle Luxord, for me? I feel unloved!"
I rolled my eyes at the man. Riiiight. I decided to humour him. "Hello. How are you my dear Uncle Luxord?"
Demyx giggled. He actually giggled.
Luxord shook his head and chuckled. "Roxas, you're a funny kid, you know that?"
"Glad you noticed. Now, you mentioned that Sora was… cooking?"
"Yeah. Cooking dinner. In the kitchen. You'll find him there."
IV. The Kitchen Convergence
The first thing I noticed when I entered the kitchen was a faint smell of something burning. The second thing I noticed was that Sora had spotted me and was barrelling towards me and screaming.
"HEY! Oh gosh! Roxas! You made it! Man, I've so tooootally missed you!"
And then he practically launched himself at me and almost squeezed me to death. It felt like he was some anaconda and I was like, a field mouse. And he was going to constrict me to death and then eat me whole. But then I think he finally got the hint that I needed to breathe to actually be able to talk to him. So he let go eventually.
"Hey, Sor." I stepped back a little shakily from my maniacal cousin, smoothing down my shirt. "Great to see you again. Sorry we got here a little late…"
He grinned, blue eyes alight with pure unadulterated joy. "Nah, don't worry about it!" he exclaimed. And I immediately relaxed into his presence. There was just something about Sora (not just as a cousin, but maybe something else) that made me loosen up whenever we were together. He was… different from the others. He was… well, let's just say he was (and maybe still is) in many ways, my Other. Sometimes I didn't know whether to be embittered by that or glad.
"You got here just in time for the dinner," the brunet continued with his usual lively vigour. "How was the trip up here? Good? Not too taxing?"
I think our conversation went on for quite awhile.
And then there was a slam from the other side of the kitchen divider. Two seconds later, Axel's head appeared in the hole of the partition.
FUCK.
WHAT THE FUCK.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS AXEL DOING HERE?
NOW?
OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE?
I think my brain refused to work for a few moments. I just… I never expected it. This.
Fuck.
It just crashed. My brain. All the waiting. All the promises to myself that yes, he'll show up one day. All the reassurances from Naminé that turned into exasperation and impatience after all the years that flashed by without a sign... All the fucking WAITING goddammit. And now here he is, in Sora's goddamn kitchen. And… and… why here? Why now? Surprise must have taken over coherent thought. Or something. Because instead of feeling anything remotely resembling happiness, I was just confused. Disordered. It was all a chaotic mess. My mind was just a fucking chaotic mess. I didn't know what the hell to think or even feel. I was actually feeling something like upset. But I pushed that far, far away because I was so confused. So I think I settled for… nothing. Brain numbness. Blankness.
And then Sora spoke. And I kind of took my emotions from there. Square one.
"Rox, this is my best friend Axel Onér. He's staying the night. Ax, meet my cousin, Roxas Strife."
I think I stared at Sora like he was the fucking devil. He didn't know. Anything. He didn't have a fucking clue because he was fucking clueless. But still. I was not a fucking fan of irony. Irony can go screw itself and crash and burn and go to hell. And… fuck! Best friend… I didn't want to label my cousin as a fucking friend-stealer. Or whatever. But my brain really didn't want to register anything else. It couldn't register anything else. Not right now at this moment in time. Other than the two words that came out of his mouth.
Best. Friend.
Axel extended a hand. I think he wanted me to shake it.
I dunno. What the hell did I know?
… My head hurt. I just stared at Axel in that one single moment. Drank him in. He looked no different from what I expected he would look like when I finally found him again. Actually, I didn't know if I would ever find him again. I had actually started to lose hope at one point.
Red hair, green eyes, dual tattoos under each eye.
Axel.
Axel Onér.
Flaming red hair. Piercing green eyes. The permanent tattoos. Sora's best friend. Sora's fucking best friend. Number Eight. Eight. Eight. Something like Nobodies in the middle of a fire. Fire. Fire. Death by disappearance. Fade to black. Oblivion. Nothingness. Some other lifetime. The next life. I found you. Found you. Found you. I finally found you. You didn't find me. But I found you. But did it matter? No one knows a goddamn fucking thing here. No one. No one. Why would you be any different? Ignorant, oblivious. Sora, Demyx, Riku, Luxord, everyone. Everyone. EVERYONE. Except Naminé. Except me. I found you. But did it fucking matter?
I was… I didn't know. I felt kind of unconscious. Like, I wasn't even in my own body. I was feeling… what was the word for it? Ethereal? I just felt fragile.
Just… ah, fuck it.
I didn't know if I could stay in there for much longer, so I just shook his hand and left. I was confused. I hated being confused. It made me irate. I couldn't remember very much that happened in the kitchen. Up until the point Sora's best friend appeared – materialised back into my life like destiny painted a Picasso and granted my wish that I didn't even know if I wanted anymore – I had no fucking clue what actually happened in there.
Author's Note:
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