A/N: Hello to everyone who may (or may not) be familiar with myself and my stories. I know it has been over a year since I put anything out on the site. I have had some huge transitions in my life that took up a majority of my time. The first thing that happened is that I joined the United States Navy. Crazy news, huh? I went through boot camp at the beginning of this year and I am now stationed at a naval base north of Chicago. But something even more remarkable happened in my life - I married my beautiful wife Melissa in March of this year! A lot has changed on my end, but one thing that has not faltered this entire time is my love for NanoFate. So without further ado, let's pick up where we left off last time, shall we? :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from or the Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha anime, nor any other movie, actor, song, or character referenced or stated in this story.
UNBREAKABLE
by : ~Nissanity~
Chapter 2 – That Small Voice Inside (Part 1)
~Flashback~
The porcelain white teapot, the centerpiece of a beautiful and intricately-designed antique Japanese tea set, clanged and clattered against the aluminum serving platter as Nanoha struggled to open the heavy bedroom door. After clumsily but successfully maneuvering herself and the tray through the doorway, she was surprised to find the room's other occupant inexplicably rummaging through her closet on the opposite side of the room.
An avalanche of clothing and shoes had spilled onto the floor, coming to rest at Fate's bare feet. She was forced to straddle the objects in the pile, while the upper portion of her body was bent over and leaning into the small closet space. Nanoha knew her best friend had not heard her reenter the room yet. If she had, she would have rushed to her side immediately to help lessen the load in her hands.
Nanoha gently placed the tray on the top of the kotatsu in the middle of the room. She then exhaled a sigh of relief that the delicate dishware had made it through the house, up two sets of stairs, and into the bedroom in one piece. Using the fragile tea set had been Lindy's idea. Nanoha's first return to the home after the near fatal incident was a cause for elegance and celebration, the older woman had claimed. The recovering mage would have been just as happy with the usual mismatched mugs, electric water heating pot, and cheap tea bags that afternoon. But she did not protest Lindy's insistence, of course. She immediately took the ornate tray into her hands and made the careful trip through the home towards her second floor destination.
As Nanoha began to place the dishes strategically around the tabletop, her companion continued to search her closet for reasons known only to her at the moment. She couldn't help but laugh to herself when she heard the husky-voiced teenager across the room mumble unintelligible things under her breath.
"It should be under... ah, here it is..."
When Fate finally turned around, she gave a start to find Nanoha had reentered the room without her realization. The petite copper-haired girl had her arms crossed and eyebrows raised poignantly in her direction, although the amused look in her eyes deceived her stance. Her vision then trailed down to Fate's left hand. She was currently clutching a large black duffel, and Nanoha was sure she saw the blond's knuckles turn white as her grip tightened on the handle.
"Going somewhere, Fate-chan?"
Fate nodded but turned her eyes away, almost as if she had been caught in a deceitful act and was suddenly ashamed of herself. "Yeah, um..."
The gesture and guarded response caused Nanoha's playful demeanor to change significantly "What is it?" she asked, her tone now laced with worried. What could have possibly happened in the ten minutes she was gone, she had to wonder.
"I just got a message from Bardiche. There's an emergency on one of the administrated worlds nearby. I'm supposed to report to headquarters right away."
Nanoha's eyes began to sparkle brightly again at the news, her smile returning just as magnificently. "Your first mission?! Fate-chan, that's great! It's sudden, but... Wow, so you're leaving now then? You need to hurry up and pack!"
"Um-hmm," the Enforcer responded, although her remorseful eyes next turned to the tea set resting on the kotatsu. The fragrance of brewed green tea had filled the bedroom, and after all the work Nanoha and her mother had done to set up their afternoon together, she was upset she was going to miss it.
Nanoha cocked her head to the side as she assessed Fate's lackluster response regarding her first assignment. She then followed her train of sight to the refreshments on the table. She paused for a second before letting out a laugh.
"Fate-chan, seriously? Nyahaha! You're being so silly. Don't worry about the tea. This is... It's everything you have worked so hard for. I'm so happy for you!"
Nanoha's cheerful and supportive mood was infectious. Fate pushed aside feelings of guilt over their spoiled afternoon together and joined her best friend in the excitement. She quickly dropped the duffel bag onto her bed and returned to her closet, now tasked with filling it with clothes and other necessities for the upcoming trip.
The first few pairs of jeans were tossed from across the room in careless haste, both landing in heaps outside of the duffel bag. Nanoha moved to the opposite side of the bed and thoughtfully laid out each pair on top of the comforter. She had just finished folding the second set of jeans and packing them neatly on the bottom of the bag when three t-shirts sailed in her direction next.
"Any idea how long the mission will be?" she asked as she carefully folded the shirts.
"No. Not yet. They said they would tell us more in the briefing."
Nanoha nodded in response, a gesture Fate didn't catch with her back turned towards her. She watched in amusement as the normally reserved girl rushed around the small space in a frantic state, as if everything in her neatly organized room was suddenly misplaced and she was struggling to locate all the items she needed.
"I can practically feel you vibrating, Fate-chan. You must be nervous."
The words seemed to briefly take Fate out of her frenzied state of mind. She spun around and pouted her lips defiantly. "I'm not nervous, Nanoha."
"Really, no nervousness?"
Fate's cheeks puffed out further. "No. None."
Nanoha hummed thoughtfully, pretending to accept the answer as truth. She then raised one eyebrow suspiciously and peered at Fate from the corner of her eye."So you're not nervous at all?"
"No. I mean, n-not really. Well... I guess, maybe a little bit," she finally admitted."But not because I'm scared or anything. It's just... It's my first mission and I'm not sure what to expect, you know?"
Fate tried to shrug off her fears and silently walked a few pairs of white socks towards the duffel bag. Nanoha was quick to take them from her hands and set them down on the bed before she could throw them into the bag.
"You're going to do great," Nanoha assured her. "I know it. I'm so proud of you and everything you've done so far. I hope you know that."
The blond nodded in acknowledgment, only it wasn't just in response to the encouraging words she was receiving. There was a sadness that tinged Nanoha's voice, hints of longing that Fate could hear loud and clear. The attack that nearly ended Nanoha's life was still fresh on both of their minds, even if the physical wounds had mostly healed now. She crossed the room to stand in front of Nanoha, placing a hand gently above her elbow.
"Someday you'll be right there fighting beside me again, Nanoha. You've already recovered this much. It's just a matter of time."
Nanoha reached to cover Fate's hand with her own and turned to face her ever-supporting friend. "No," she said with a firm shake of her head. "I'm meant for something else. I'll still be in the sky, but with a different role in life now. And that's fine. These things happen for a reason."
Without warning, Fate drew Nanoha into an unexpected hug."Thank you for everything," she said quietly beside her ear.
The smaller teenager's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, although she was equally happy to return the embrace. "What is there to thank me for, Fate-chan?"
"For helping make today possible. I wouldn't be an Enforcer right now if it wasn't for you."
Nanoha's small shoulders shook a little as she chuckled at the statement. Fate could feel her frailty beneath her hands as she held her close. Her best friend had lost significant muscle mass following the months of bed rest and rehabilitation. Nanoha pulled away slightly to face her companion but left her arms wrapped around her neck, making sure she had the blond's full attention for the moment. Fate moved her hands to rest on the top of her hips in return.
"I hardly think I helped with anything, Fate-chan. You failed the test twice because of me. You should be running away if that's the kind of help I give you."
The burgundy eyes narrowed a little with determination. "I don't regret the way things happened, Nanoha. Your happiness comes first to me. It always will."
Nanoha couldn't help but hold her breath for a moment. The sincerity conveyed in Fate's features and words often had that effect on her. It was always in those special times they shared she felt truly blessed to have Fate in her life, someone who cared so much for her that she were willing to sacrifice everything just to see her happy. And her feelings completely mirrored Fate's in return. Had the roles been reversed, she was sure the outcome would have been very similar and she would have regretted nothing.
Finally to break the tension between them, she patted Fate lightly on the shoulder. "Okay, enough of that. You need to finish packing or you'll be late."
The words snapped the new Enforcer out of the trance she seemed to have fallen into. She stepped away from the bedside and looked to her watch, then hurried back to her closet again. "Ahhh, you're right! I have to be at headquarters in twenty minutes."
Nanoha packed everything that was being tossed in her direction again, this time matching Fate's accelerated pace. "Um-hmm! Today's the day everything changes for you, Fate-chan. For both of us!"
oOOOo
~Day 2~
"-ssmision, Sir... Incoming Transmission, Sir."
It was the brief moment on the edge between sleep and consciousness that Nanoha was perched precariously on. Her mind felt clouded, unable to process what was happening exactly. She knew something out of the ordinary had caused her to wake. She felt disoriented. She couldn't tell where she was or which direction her body was even facing. The feeling was less than pleasant.
She lay still and stared at the nightstand behind her. Her bedroom. In her bed. It was three minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off. Distantly, she thought she heard the sound of water falling. She wondered if it was a continuation of the storm from the previous evening outside her bedroom window. But she soon realized it was the sound of the shower running. Fate must already be up for the day.
Armed with enough information to gather her surroundings, Nanoha sat up in bed and looked around the still darkened bedroom. Her device was resting on a white cloth on her nightstand beside her, the orb faintly illuminated by the red numbers from the alarm clock behind it. She grasped it in her hand and stared down at it.
"Yes... What, Raising Heart?" she grumbled.
A brief pause before the orb emitted a soft pink hue. "Master, the transmission was received by Bardiche."
Nanoha pushed disheveled bangs out of her eyes and off her forehead. "Bardiche?" she repeated, her tone much softer now. A bright yellow glow appeared and lit the bedroom significantly.
"Yes, Sir," came the mechanical response from the other nightstand.
Nanoha's heart began to pound in her chest so fierce it was audible in her ears. Messages from Bardiche at that time of the morning never had a happy outcome. It was always the first in a cumulative chain of events that had only one conclusion - - Fate was leaving to another planet, maybe even another galaxy, to place her life on the line to protect people she had never met before. Who didn't even know her name.
No, not yet... Please.
Her throat felt raw from a combination of sleep and sudden apprehension. She licked her lips and swallowed hard to help combat her dry mouth. "Is it an emergency, Bariche?" she then asked. It was a question she didn't really want the answer to. She wasn't prepared for this. Not yet.
Another pause as the device gathered more data. "No, Sir," it eventually replied. "Informational only at this time."
Nanoha sighed loudly and fell back against her pillow. When had the feeling of excitement turned to dread when Fate received 'the call' at all hours of the night? She was sure it had been a gradual shift. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the first time the Enforcer had been summoned for an unexpected assignment. That's right - - it was summer, and they were still young teenagers that time. The atmosphere in the bedroom that afternoon was almost electric with anticipation of Fate's first mission. Nanoha was beyond excited for her best friend, who was in turn equally excited for herself.
Fate's uncertainty about her career was there from the very beginning as well. It didn't take much intuition to realize the sensitive mage was plagued with guilt, constantly leaving Nanoha behind while she flew away to save the universe. Growing up, the two had discussed all the ways they could help people together. But after Nanoha was nearly killed, Fate made grand attempts to sabotage her chance at becoming an Enforcer. Not once but twice she failed the certification tests while Nanoha was in the hospital. It may not have been a conscious decision on her part, but Nanoha knew Fate was afraid to succeed. Not without her best friend by her side every step of the way.
Yet Nanoha was far more stubborn. She constantly pushed Fate to the brink of success and then waiting patiently for her to take that final step on her own. It wasn't as if she wanted Fate to leave, of course. She missed her terribly every day she was gone, and she had experienced her fair share of sleepless nights in her absence. Weeks would often pass when Fate was not allowed to send transmissions home for security reasons. But it was a necessary evil to fulfill a life's dream, one that Nanoha accepted as inevitable to this point.
Last night she slipped, though. For the first time in their lives together, she told Fate she didn't want her to go. And the emotional response Nanoha had just experienced to 'the call' that morning had been different from any time before. It hurt. An inexplicable distress that turned her stomach in knots. But what was most frustrating was she that felt pathetic. Weak. The idea that she was struggling to control her own emotions was downright infuriating.
She feared how she would outwardly respond to Fate now. The words of encouragement she was destined to say in the next few days would most likely ring hollow. The excitement over the next big adventure might sound insincere. And the thought of restless nights in this bed, with only her fretful thoughts to keep her company from now on, was enough to bring a sting to her eyes even at that moment.
Nanoha wanted to beg her to stay. To find a way out. She wanted to be selfish and keep her new lover to herself for just a little while longer. The few short days left would soon pass and Fate would be gone again. The thought burned and pricked at her soul, like someone was stealing precious time away from them when they were barely beginning their new life together.
To top it off, there was that damned confession the night before. Nanoha brought her hands to her face to cover the frustrating groan now escaping her lips. The words had tumbled from her mouth as if they held a life of their own.
"I love you..."
It was love, wasn't it? It was a question she knew she needed to confirm first and foremost. Even in her inexperience, she knew there was a vast difference between love and being in love. But that line between them had been blurred a long time ago. She could recognize that now. There was the possibility that she had always been in love with her best friend, starting from the very first day they met. It would explain a lot of her actions throughout their lives together. Almost everything, if she were being brutally honest with herself.
Yes, it was love. There was no point in denying it anymore. But what should she do with all of these revelations now?
There was the option for Nanoha to blurt out all her fears of loneliness to Fate directly. She would just need to be prepared to watch the Enforcer's career fall apart in spectacular fashion. If Fate sensed her work was causing Nanoha unbearable distress, she was sure to find a way to sabotage everything she had worked so hard for. Just as she had attempted to do when they were younger.
Of course that wasn't an option. Nanoha already knew the safest route was to hide these compounding emotions that had blindsided her that morning, to bury them out of sight and do her best to keep them from consuming her completely. Even a love confession was dangerous ground she knew best not to tread yet as well. Those three powerful words had enough potential to derail everything this early in the game between them.
Nanoha sat up in bed and awaited her lover's return once the shower was turned off. The decision of what to do was clear as day - - act as though nothing had changed on her end. Even though it felt like she was hiding a secret from the one person she promised to be open and honest with regardless of circumstance, she accepted the necessity behind it. It was the only way to keep Fate from potentially acting rashly and destructive herself.
Fate soon emerged from the bathroom and walked towards their bed in the still darkened bedroom. Nanoha could hear her searching for the switch to power on the small lamp on her nightstand. Once the room illuminated, Nanoha noted only a white towel was wrapped around Fate's muscular frame, while another held her damp hair on top of her head.
"Oh good, you're up," Fate said quietly in those early morning hours. "I'm surprised to see that you're still in bed, Nanoha." She flashed her a crooked smile next, one sexy enough to make the recipient's heart flutter in her chest. It wasn't until Nanoha looked down at herself did she realize she had never put her pajamas on after their intimate encounter the previous evening.
With Fate standing so close beside her, Nanoha felt her resolve might crumble as quickly as she had restored it. A temptation was lurking, the overwhelming desire to whisk Fate into her arms and demand that she never leave her side again. She needed to escape, and she needed to do so immediately.
"I was just getting up," she said in haste. She quickly swung her feet over the opposite side of the bed and retrieved her pink nightgown hanging from the dresser mirror. Fate looked a little surprised by her reaction but nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's probably a good idea. We don't want to be late for work."
"I'll make us some coffee and get Vivio up," Nanoha declared and moved quickly towards the exit. In just a few short seconds she had left their bedroom and was striding down the hall towards the kitchen, long before Fate could form any sort of response.
oOOOo
The new brown suede couch, situated squarely in the middle of the spacious room, beckoned to the exhausted Enforcers as they entered Hayate's office that morning. Fate and Teana both sat down on it heavily, having just finished their extensive pre-mission checks right as this unexpected meeting had been called. They both shared a disappointed look immediately after sitting down. They began to shift around on the thin cushions in unison, searching for a more comfortable spot that was currently eluding them. The couch, despite the inviting appearance, was akin to sitting on a hard concrete bench.
Fate glanced around at Hayate's recently remodeled office. It still smelled faintly of fresh paint, a light tan as the base coat with dark red accent walls. Along with the deceptive couch and the other new pieces of modern furniture placed around the room, a makeshift workstation had been constructed towards the rear of the room. It was unoccupied at the moment.
"Glad to see you like the new couch," Hayate mentioned from behind her desk. The brunette had her chin perched on clasped hands on her desk and was grinning broadly, as if she were enjoying the show.
"We don't," Teana coldly responded. "Why would you buy a couch that's this uncomfortable?"
Signum, Hayate's knight and one of Fate's oldest training partners, was positioned near the doorway with her back pressed firmly against the wall. She grunted and shook her head in disapproval. "I told you not to buy that couch, didn't I?"
"That you did, Signum!" Hayate replied cheerfully. "You are absolutely correct. I'll get my new assistant on it first thing this morning."
Fate helped herself to a cup of coffee from the urn on the table in front of her. She then held it up in the air towards her partner. "Would you like some coffee, Teana?"
The orange-haired woman politely declined the offer by waving her hand. "So, Hayate... I noticed we didn't receive our assignment details this morning like we usually do. Is something wrong?"
Hayate's smile grew even wider. "Oh no, Teana. Nothing is wrong. The Council just finalized the plans a few minutes ago, in fact. My assistant will be here soon with hard copies for all of us to review. Carim should be joining us shortly as well."
Fate sensed the scope of this mission was most likely going to be ranked 'critical', just as the JS Incident had been a few years prior. The sheer number of high ranking officials, both currently commissioned and now retired, consulting together in this manner was a clear indication of the danger. Something big was in the works, a threat that needed to be dealt with quickly and severely.
A comfortable silence enveloped the room as everyone awaited Carim's arrival. Fate allowed herself those quiet minutes to replay some of her experiences with Nanoha over the past few days. Mostly she rehashed the tender conversations they had shared, although memories of their intimate encounters also crossed her mind. A heat was forming in her cheeks and she glanced around the room to ensure no one had noticed. They too seemed preoccupied in their own thoughts at that moment and paid no heed to the sight of her now flushed face.
Hayate was first to disrupt the calmed atmosphere. "Do you have enough creamer there, Fate?" she blurted out. "I can always get my assistant to get more. If I remember correctly, you prefer french vanilla."
The Enforcers shared another wary glance with each other. That was the third mention of an assistant since they had arrived. "Um... no thank you, Hayate. The plain creamer is just fine," Fate replied.
Teana finally had enough of the games. "Alright, who the hell is this -?"
"So have you and Subaru kissed and made up yet, Teana?" Hayate interrupted again, then added an exaggerated wink to punctuate the question. Teana could only open and close her mouth with little sounds escaping from her throat in response, as if her body was ready to answer but her mind was light years behind. The unexpected question was meant to trip Teana up, and it succeeded beautifully.
The door to the office unexpectedly opened behind them. Signum smoothly slid along the wall to let the new arrival into the office, as if she expected the appearance the entire time time. "I don't think that's any of your business, Hayate," was heard from beyond the boundaries of the doorway.
The two Enforcers sat up straight in their seats at the sound of the familiar voice. "Ginga...?" they both breathed in unison.
Hayate was unfettered as the former Enforcer made her entrance into the office. "I was just making small talk while we waited for you to get back, Ginga. After all, it's important to take an active interest in your friends' lives."
Ginga paused in the middle of the room with several brown manila file folders tucked neatly under one arm. "I'm not so sure of that," she replied, her eyes locked onto Hayate's. "That can get you in a lot of trouble if you're not careful."
The tension grew in the room exponentially. Fate was too shocked by her former partner's appearance to defend against the slight that was just directed at her. Teana was in no position to respond either, herself still reeling at the mention of her situation with Subaru. Ginga made her way towards the temporary workstation at the rear of the office. She set the files in her arms down onto the desktop before taking a seat in the swivel chair behind it.
Hayate returned her vision to the still stunned Enforcers seated on the couch. "Oh by the way, Ginga has been assigned as my new assistant," she announced.
Teana jaw clenched reflexively."That didn't need explaining, Hayate."
Fate thought it best to remain silent for now, lest make the current situation any worse than it already was. She choose instead to observe the actions of her friend seated across the room. Well, former friend now, perhaps. She wasn't sure at the point. Ginga was busy organizing the files she had brought in, choosing not to turn her eyes away from the task at hand. It was obvious she was avoiding eye contact with the occupants on the couch, an act that sadden Fate immensely.
"The administration has assigned Ginga to a very important job now," Hayate continued without skipping a beat. "She is now going to provide administrative support for your team when I am unavailable. In fact, those files she has there are potential candidates to fill her vacancy."
Teana sucked her teeth loudly in disgust. "'What the hell? That's just wrong on so many levels."
"I think being Hayate's assistant is much worse," Signum chimed in from her spot against the wall.
"That's quite enough out of you," Hayate retorted, pointing a knife-hand squarely in Signum's direction. She then turned her attention to her new assistant again. "Ginga, if you would be so kind as to make a note for me please?"
Hazel eyes masked under the shadow of blue bangs peered at the commander in open skepticism. She did as instructed though, hesitantly picking up the pen resting on the notepad on top of her desk. She sat poised, ready to write down whatever the mischievous leader had to say next.
"Did you know..." Hayate began, "the word 'TACO-CAT' spelled backwards is still 'TACO-CAT'? It's true. I just found this out. If you write it down yourself, you'll see-"
"I don't need to write it down. I got it." Ginga tossed the pen down in exasperation. Fate glanced back and forth between the two, clueless as the what was transpiring between them. She knew Hayate didn't do anything unintentionally, that her actions and words always served a purpose, but right now she couldn't figure out what her approach towards Ginga was in the slightest.
"Stop me if you've heard this before," the brunette continued, completely unabashed by Ginga's first reaction. "Two goldfish are together in a tank, right? Well, one of them turns to the other and says, 'Dude... how do you even drive this thing?!'"
Teana unintentionally let out a snort and then covered her mouth, wishing Hayate's terrible joke had not caused that reaction from her. Fate fell into further confusion over the exchange. Signum groaned loudly and rolled her eyes, although Fate did notice the corners of her mouth turning upwards a bit in response to the bad joke.
Ginga, on the other hand, sat completely stone-faced in response to Hayate's quip. Fate had to wonder how much torture she had already been subjected to that morning. She also felt a great deal of sympathy for what she could only imagine was to come next as the mischievous commander's assistant.
The office door unexpectedly slid open again, distracting everyone stuck in the awkward moment. Carim Gracia, a Knight of the Saint Church and a prominent member on the Administrative Bureau's board of directors, gracefully entered Hayate's office with her own assistant trailing a few steps behind. The Enforcers, including Ginga, immediately rose to their feet at her appearance. Carim nodded at Fate and Teana in passing as she approached Hayate's desk on the opposite end of the room.
"Good morning, Commander Yagami," she greeted. A feminine hand was extended in Hayate's direction. The brunette rose from her seat as well and humbly returned the handshake. Fate marveled at the ease in which Hayate could switch from teasing playfulness to complete professionalism in the blink of an eye.
"Good morning, Carim," she replied warmly. "We were just discussing Ginga's new role here as my assistant."
Carim turned towards the blue-haired woman stationed near the rear of the office. All sets of eyes in the room behind her fell on the ex-Enforcer as well. Ginga visibly stood a little taller with her arms straight at her sides, her military bearing now on-point.
"Ah, yes. Ms. Nakajima, I hope you're finding your new position with Hayate here well? I know it's a significant change from what you had been doing in your career previously."
"Yes, ma'am. My morning with Hayate has certainty been... informative. But I am happy to assist my former team members in selecting a replacement as soon as possible. I thank the Council for the opportunity."
Fate felt Teana open a private telepathic link between the two of them. "Now she's thanking them for the demotion?! This isn't right, Fate."
"I know... But I don't think is anything we can do about it," Fate replied helplessly. To see Ginga subjected to her current situation was unbearable to watch, and to know she had played a major role in the incident that caused this outcome only compounded Fate's feelings of guilt tenfold. She wanted nothing more than to speak directly to Ginga, to apologize for everything that had happened between them. She just wasn't sure if she would have the opportunity to do so before she left on their mission Friday morning though.
Ginga gathered the folders of potential replacements into her arms and walked them over to Carim's assistant for review. Hayate took her seat again behind her desk and gestured for Carim to take the chair opposite from Fate and Teana. The Enforcers returned to their seats on the couch and waited patiently while Carim's assistant handed the files to her supervisor one by one.
"So," the knight began after setting the folders on the table in front of them, "let's discuss the upcoming mission, shall we?"
(Day 2 to be continued...)
A/N: I decided to break this chapter up into two parts. It had become a lot longer than I had originally intended it to be. 10,000+ words in one chapter was a bit overwhelming to work on after being gone for over a year. The other half should be posted soon-ish (I hope, if my schedule allows for it). I'm still on a bit of a learning curve as I get used to writing and proofreading lengthy texts like this again. I'll try my best though. Until next time, take care! ~Nissanity~
