So here is chapter two, in which there is a tug of war in Samon's living room and the poor coffee table is abused. Enjoy! ^^

"What?! He-you-Argh! Yoshino! Come down here! This very instant!" Hakaze yelled, fists clenching and hair flying wildly around her. She gritted her teeth, so very ready to wipe that infuriating smirk off Mahiro's face. God, boys were all IDIOTS.

Yoshino stumbled down into the living room, hands wiping excess flour onto his apron.

"E-er. Hakaze? What happened?" Yoshino asked, completely at a loss as to why Hakaze was all but a banshee reincarnated in the middle of the living room. He sighed. The usual culprit for provoking Hakaze was….

Automatically, his eyes scanned for Mahiro and found him sitting on the sofa with an amused grin. Honestly. "Mahiro. What did you do now?"

"Hah? You're making it seem like I just committed a crime. All I did was kindly inform of Hakaze of your college decision. You know, spread the happy news around." Mahiro silently sniggered as Yoshino's eyes widened upon hearing that. Yup, I was spot on. Yoshino definitely did not tell Hakaze yet. "Oh? Did I ruin the surprise? Oops, my bad."

Mahiro shrugged his shoulders in mock apology, lips twitching in an irrepressible grin that betrayed any sincerity in his words.

Yoshino narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, immediately recognizing the deliberateness in Mahiro's statement. "Mahiro, really? You should have-"

"Yoshino! So it's true? You're choosing to go to his school?! And just now, I'm hearing about this?! When did you decide this, huh?" Hakaze flung a hand towards Mahiro, cheeks flushing pink with distress.

Yoshino scratched his cheek. And gulped. Crap. I really did forget to tell Hakaze. "U-uh, well..."

At his stuttering, Hakaze crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, leveling an irritated glare at him.

"Er, yes?"

Mahiro snickered. God, this is just priceless. "Is that even an answer or a question?"

Yoshino ignored the retort. He turned towards Hakaze, hoping to calm her down, only to find her on the cusp of what would most certainly be a long lecture. Yoshino sighed. Hakaze, with one hand propped on her hip, and a foot on the corner of the coffee table, pointed her index finger dramatically towards Yoshino.

It was the customary oratory pose.

Yup, another lecture. Mahiro and Yoshino both thought simultaneously.

"Yoshino! College is an important life decision! You can't just let Mahiro decide your life. He does not have your best interests in mind. If you follow him, he will definitely drag you into trouble. Or hell. Rethink this! Here, let me find you pamphlets on all the schools you were accepted to. We can then draw the pros and cons lists for each one. I'll help you reason this out."

Hakaze nodded her head emphatically and pulled the whiteboard that was still sitting there- oh, so conveniently – in Samon's living room. With a red marker poised, she began to draw columns and lines.

Mahiro, just for the sake of playing devil's advocate, wasted no time in provoking Hakaze. He drawled, "Oi, Hakaze. Stop giving the poor guy lesson plans. You're scaring him."

Hakze rounded on her heels and shot an indignant glare at Mahiro. "Damn right, he should be scared. He has no idea of the risks! At. All. His future is at stake. And he's squandering it to follow you!" Hakaze jabbed the board with the marker to emphasize her point.

Mahiro grinned. Man, Hakaze was just all too easy to rile up. "What are you talking about? You're making it seem like I'll ruin him. His future will be fine. He'll be with me after all."

Hakaze now began tapping the marker in irritation. "Don't delude yourself. You don't have his best interests in mind."

Mahiro raised his eyebrow. "Oh, I've been with him longer than you have. You seem to have this illusion of Yoshino as a hero or an ambitious young person with rose-colored dreams." He snorted. "Yoshino, here, is a person who just goes with the flow." Mahiro crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back on the sofa. "So quit squawking about it. You're giving me a headache."

"Yes, except you're pointing him in the direction that benefits you the most." She snorted.

"Hey, I'm just giving the guy advice. Guidance, if you will. Is that not what friends do?" Mahiro retorted with a hint of genuine irritation now.

Hakaze raised her eyebrow. "Oh, how rare of you to actually admit your friendship." She flipped her hair over her shoulders and remarked, "Besides, no one needs a guide to trouble."

Mahiro narrowed his eyes. "Figures. I come up with a solution that works out for everyone. And the two of you then make a fuss about it. Tcch, talk about being ungrateful."

Hakaze now waved the marker threateningly in the air. "What solution? You're ruining his life plans!"

Drumming his fingers on the armrest in exasperation, Mahiro grumbled, "What plans?" He jabbed his thumb towards Yoshino. "He has no plans for me to even ruin in the first place! You know what this guy was doing to decide his college career? Lounging around in the freaking grass. You should thank me for giving your crush some much needed direction."

Hakaze spluttered. Her cheeks began to darken in embarrassment until her cheeks rivaled the strawberry-red of her hair. "Y-Yoshino's not- I mean, yes I- No! I-Argh!. That's not the point here!"

Her eyes darted towards Yoshino. She breathed a sigh of relief when it looked like Yoshino had not heard Mahiro's comment. Wait, shouldn't he have been listening to them? They were talking about his future after all. In fact, he should be defending me! Hmm, no, he's too indecisive about things. He didn't tell me about this decision. I would have gladly sat down with him and helped him. Why does he exclude me on these important issues?!

In the midst of her inner diatribe, Hakaze stamped her foot in frustration.

Mahiro snorted again. "Having a tantrum, princess?"

Hakaze crossed her arms, very much annoyed now. "I'm merely expressing my disapproval of your pigheaded decisions and your terrible influence on Yoshino."

"…" Mahiro debated on whether to argue back, but decided that well, it was the truth. Even Aika had said so. He was a terrible influence. He grinned shamelessly.

Hakaze furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the lack of response.

Mahiro shrugged and stated, "I won't disagree with you there."

She rolled her eyes. "So you admit it, you're exploiting poor Yoshino!"

Mahiro sneered, voice dripping with condescension. "What do you mean exploiting? Hakaze. You just don't understand how friendship works between guys."

Hakaze, refusing to back down, countered in an equally arrogant tone, "Hmmph, why should I bother understanding? I know a dysfunctional relationship when I see one."

Mahiro couldn't resist the opening and countered, "Oh, and exactly how many relationships have you had, huh? Princess?"

He snickered. As he predicted, the comment had Hakaze positively fuming in anger.

She yelled, "Shut up, Mahiro!"

Mahiro propped his legs up on the coffee table. "Let's just get this over with, hmm? Why don't you go ask your precious Yoshino over there about what he thinks? Like you said, this is his decision. So what good does it do for us to argue?"

Hakaze blinked, and started slowly, "Well…, you have a point." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms once again, eyes lighting in confidence. "Fine! Let's ask him."

Meanwhile, the subject of the conversation was in the throes of another fight-or-flight response to another one of Hakaze's impromptu lessons. He had tuned out the conversation between Mahiro and Hakaze. It would not turn out any different than what he expected anyways. Those conversations always started as fun banter and evolved into a serious, angry debate that forced him as the middle-man to take sides. He really did not comprehend why he had to undertake the duties of a baby-sitter 24/7.

Yoshino suppressed the urge to escape the room and instead sighed. Why must I suffer through these situations? He glanced at the whiteboard, and almost shuddered at the rows of statistics that Hakaze somehow scribbled in before Mahiro distracted her again with the argument. Who even memorizes the rates of success of graduation for colleges? Yoshino wondered with equal amounts of awe and horror. Hmm, is it…quiet now? Did they stop arguing?

Yoshino turned around only to find the two of them staring at him with expectant looks. Well, Hakaze seemed expectant. Optimistically so. Mahiro, on the other hand, looked bored yet satisfied, like he already secured some victory he knew he would get. Yoshino scratched his cheek. Maybe he should have been listening. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Er, what?"

Mahiro chuckled, already expecting the response. Hakaze shook her head in exasperation. "Yoshino! Are you sure you want to go to that school?"

Ah. So they were still arguing about that. He looked at her sheepishly, "Yes?" At Hakaze's warning glance, he cringed and started again, "Ah, I mean yes." Raising his hands up, he tried to placate her. "Hakaze, it's not like I had a clearly defined goal. I haven't even decided on a major yet. And college decisions are coming up soon."

Hakaze, to his dread, ignored everything he said once he admitted that he had not selected a major yet. "You haven't picked a major? Yoshino!" She turned to Mahiro, incredulous. "He really hasn't? Shouldn't have that been the first thing you would offer your so called esteemed advice on?"

Mahiro shrugged and closed his eyes. "I did. I told him that it did not really matter what he goes for. Just that it would be better to pick one that would make him more useful to me."

"What?! You're so irresponsible, Mahiro."

Mahiro cracked open an eye and growled, "How the hell am I the irresponsible one? I already know my major and the college I'm going to. Unlike some people in this goddamn room."

Hakaze promptly threw the marker that she apparently was still holding at his head for that remark.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Mahiro stood up from his seat and had no qualms striding right up to Hakaze.

Yoshino paused at that, straightening up in alert. He recognized the glint in Mahiro's eyes as a clear sign that he was getting pissed off. Warily, Yoshino gauged the two's expressions and came to the conclusion that someone was going to get a bruise sooner or later. That someone will probably be me. He sighed, sorely tempted to go back to the kitchen and thereby forfeit his referee status.

"You're being completely unhelpful!"

Instead, Yoshino lifted his hands up. In his usual placid tones, he pleaded, "Guys, calm down." Must you two fight over this?"

"Hah? How the hell have I been unhelpful? I gave him advice."

"I mean, this is my problem, so please stop concerning yourselves over it."

"Terrible advice, you mean."

"Seriously, it's not a big- You guys are not listening, are you?"

It was painfully obvious that Yoshino's pleas for peace went unheard. Hakaze now had her hands on her hips, red hair blazing behind her like a war banner. Mahiro had his hands in his pockets, foot propped against the corner of the coffee table. Yoshino sighed again. They adopted their characteristic fighting stance, and with that, Yoshino's hopes of placating them went up in flames. He resigned himself to waiting to see how the conversation would play out, - and pacifying whoever would be the loser. I really should have gone back to the kitchen and played deaf in the first place.

"Terrible? Exactly what the hell is so terrible about it?"

"Uh, the fact that Yoshino needs to decide this on his own?"

"Yoshino did decide this on his own! Stop acting like I put a gun to his head and forced him to choose. I gave him an option. And he took it. You just don't like his choice, so you're trying to change it. In fact, wouldn't you be the one trying to force him here?"

"Oh? Am I to understand that it is a coincidence that Yoshino just came to the decision that he should go to the same school that you are going to?"

"Some people don't take days making a decision, princess." Mahiro drawled, foot now tapping the table impatiently.

Hakaze stared at him in disbelief and stated, "…You are insufferable."

Mahiro glared, annoyed at her stubbornness. "What are you even nitpicking about? The problem was that Yoshino was completely clueless on which college he should attend. I suggested he go to mine. He agreed. Problem solved. Besides, it's not even like I'm leading him to a crappy school. You do know that it's one of the top schools, right?"

"Because it's not a decision of convenience! Even if it is tedious, Yoshino should take the time to consider the programs, financial aid, location, and the student life that are offered at each of the college." Hakaze rattled off as she used her fingers to count the various important factors in college.

She continued, "So it doesn't matter if your school is prestigious or not. In fact, if you assume that he'll be happy anywhere, then why doesn't he go to my school, hmm?"

Immediately, Hakaze stilled, eyes blinking open in realization.

Wait, why doesn't he go to my school? If Yoshino truly does not care about which school, then why doesn't he just go to mine? If we got the same school today, I can see him more often.

He'll be on the same campus as me.

We can study together. I can give him more tutoring lessons if needed.

We can walk together to classes.

We can eat together.

Wah! I could totally have more private time with Yoshino and definitely force-ahem, convince- him to take me out on a date. Ah! We could be college sweethearts! Wait, is that a thing? Or is the term high school sweethearts? Mmph, whatever. We could be together!

"Of course, he'll be happy anywhere. Yoshino's the most adaptable person I know, if not in the entire world." Mahiro furrowed his eyebrows as Hakaze's last statement registered. "Wait, is that it? You're jealous? That's it, isn't it? You just want Yoshino to be with you."

He groaned. "Seriously? You go on and on about the schematics when really it's just some emotional shit. What the hell? Girls are so freaking complicated for no reason. I can't believe that I actually got into this argument with you."

Mahiro ran a hand through his hair and huffed in exasperation. He turned his back towards Hakaze and started in the direction of the couch again. "Goddamn it, Hakaze. Are you on your period or something?"

Yoshino froze. He quickly walked forward and placed himself in front of Mahiro, raising his hands up in anticipation of a meltdown. Mahiro stopped in surprise. Yoshino turned his head and whispered, voice edged with panic, "Mahiro, you shouldn't say such insensitive things like that to girls."

Mahiro raised an eyebrow. "What? What did I-"

Yoshino interrupted and immediately turned towards to Hakaze in hopes of calming her down. Goddamn it, Mahiro. Seriously? "Hakaze, calm down, okay? Mahiro doesn't know what he is saying. He's always rude. It's just the way he-"

Mahiro jabbed his elbow into Yoshino's backside, a look of indignation crossing his features.

"What? Yoshino, you-"

Yoshino turned back quickly and shot a pleading look at Mahiro, shook his head, and continued. "So, just forgive him. Just this once? He-Hakaze? Um, Hakaze?"

Yoshino looked on in confusion. Contrary to his expectations, Hakaze was not currently enshrouded in her wrathful aura that made everyone in the vicinity quake in fear. Actually, she did not look angry at all. In fact, she looked….rather happy? Hakaze's cheeks were pink for some reason and her eyes were dazed, dreamily staring off in the distance. It was probably safe to conclude that she did not hear Mahiro's comment. Yoshino breathed in relief. Huh, maybe I read the situation wrong.

"Oi, did she just sigh?" Mahiro asked, also bewildered at Hakaze's strange state.

Yoshino shrugged. "Well, it is probably for the best that she didn't hear you." He cleared his throat. "Er, Hakaze? Hakaze, are you okay?"

Mahiro interjected with, "Don't daydream in the middle of a conversation. It's rude."

Hakaze shook her head, eyes lighting with some unknown epiphany that had Yoshino feeling uneasy. "Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying? Oh, Yoshino!"

Yoshino stared at her in incomprehension. Hesitantly, he replied, "Yes?"

Immediately, Hakaze began bouncing up and down on her heels, much to Yoshino's increasing perplexity. With eyes beaming and lips curving in a bright smile, she chirped, "It is a good idea!"

Mahiro started in surprise. "You agree?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yup! Yoshino should go to my school! Think about the possibilities!" As soon as she said that, Hakaze's eyes once more became glazed with bliss.

In response, both Yoshino and Mahiro blinked, completely caught off guard by Hakaze's sudden declaration. Mahiro was the first to recover. He spluttered, "Y-you. What. The. Fuck. What the absolute fuck? We had this long, bloody conversation about Yoshino's pathetic indecisiveness and college decision."

Yoshino winced. "Mahiro, that's a little too harsh."

Crimson eyes now blazing with incredulity and irritation, Mahiro continued to rant, "You kept on accusing me of forcing him to choose. And now you're saying he should go to your school? Did you hit your head? Because a concussion is the only excuse I'll accept for making me continue this dumbass conversation!"

At that, Hakaze snapped out whatever reverie she was enjoying. She placed her hands on her hips again and narrowed her eyes. "Why? What's wrong with that?"

Mahiro gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, visibly trying to restrain his temper. He growled, "Wrong? You're being a freaking hypocrite! That's what's wrong!"

Hakaze shrugged her shoulders and deliberately skipped over to Yoshino. She clasped his arm and hugged it, much to Yoshino's embarrassment and discomfort. Turning to him, Hakaze continued, completely ignoring Mahiro's outburst. "Yoshino. You haven't turned in the official document yet, right? So you still can change your mind. Go to my school, ok? I mean, you really do not want to stay with Mahiro anymore, right? And as long as you go to college, everything's fine? So, go to my school! You'll be way happier and less stressed out with me. We can walk together, eat together, be together."

She giggled and proceeded to look up at Yoshino with bright, exuberant eyes. To which, Yoshino could only stutter, "U-um. Hakaze. You-This is too-"

Hakaze turned to Mahiro with a triumphant grin and stuck out her tongue for good measure.

Mahiro scoffed. "Real mature, Hakaze. Real mature."

He walked up to Yoshino and clasped a hand onto his shoulder. "Yoshino, you keep the promises you make, don't you?"

Yoshino turned his head to protest and stopped when he saw Mahiro's assessing glare at him. Is it just my imagination? Or is that hand really starting to hurt now? Yoshino swallowed. Between Hakaze's emotionally painful puppy look and Mahiro's physically painful approach, Yoshiro was caught in a no-win situation. He really, really regretted the decision to come out of the kitchen now.

Hakaze glared at Mahiro and pulled Yoshino closer to her. "Yoshino's going to my school, isn't that right, Yoshino?"

"Well, er, I kinda already-"

Mahiro abruptly jerked Yoshino back, hand still on Yoshino's shoulder. "Really, now? Cuz I could have sworn Yoshino already said yes to my school."

"Well, technically, it's not your school-"

"Mahiro."

"Hakaze."

"Guys? I'm not a doll, so maybe don't pull on me?" Yoshino's feeble attempts to ward off the two died pitifully. He sighed in exasperation. Sighing seemed to be his reflex these days. Yoshino then resigned himself to being the object of this ridiculous tug of war that Hakaze and Mahiro seemed adamant on having.

The two glared at each other, each with a hand pulling Yoshino.

The two then suddenly stopped their silent staring contest- and thankfully, their tug of war game, Yoshino thought-and nodded. Suspicious, Yoshino gazed at them, at a loss as to what could have prompted a mutual agreement. Hakaze and Mahiro both turned to Yoshino with expectant looks, once again. That then inspired Yoshino to have another dark foreboding premonition. It really, really was not going to end well for him. Not at all.

Hakaze cleared her throat and raised her eyebrow, "Well, Yoshino? Who do you choose?"

Mahiro tilted his head and repeated, "Yea, Yoshino, who do you choose?"

Yoshino blinked. His eyes then darted from Hakaze to Mahiro and back again. What the heck do they mean who do I choose? I'm deciding on colleges, here. Not friendships, right? He had to repress another strong urge to roll his eyes. Fed up with his role as referee, Yoshino deliberately made his body go lax, surprising Hakaze and Mahiro into loosening their grips. Taking advantage of the confusion, Yoshino ducked and ran forward, freeing himself.

"Yoshino?" Hakaze belatedly asked.

Not willing to lose his precious time to escape, Yoshino refused to look back and continued to half-walk-half-run towards the kitchen. As he went, he explained, "The-um- soup is burning. I think I can smell it now. And the dumplings are still not done yet. And…I think I might have left the oven on? So, I need to get back to cooking. You two can deal with this on your own."

Mahiro narrowed his eyes. "Not so fast, Yoshino. Come back here."

Hakaze made a sound of agreement. "Wait, Yoshino! What do you mean we can deal with this? You need to decide!"

The two exchanged another glance and ran towards Yoshino, much to Yoshino's despair.

"Aww! That ended too quickly." Yamamoto complained, as she popped popcorn into her mouth, which was what she had been doing for the duration of argument that transpired in the living room. Samon was not even aware that he had popcorn. Although, to be perfectly honest, he was not aware of half of the things that occurred in his household anymore.

Samon shook his head. "You enjoyed that too much."

Yamamoto, much to his chagrin, swung a leg on top of the coffee table. She shrugged, and waved a hand dramatically. "I have been soooo busy lately! I haven't had a chance to watch my drama lately." Honestly, ever since Takuma resumed his position, I'm more busy than ever, running around doing all sorts of errands for him. Well to be fair, after the Tree of Genesis incident, things in general are chaotic. For crying out loud though, doesn't he know that a girl needs her beauty sleep?

Meanwhile, Samon gazed at his frequently abused coffee table. Honestly, do none of these people know what the coffee table is for? It is not to prop your feet on, for god's sakes. Samon reached down to take another sip of his tea. "So watching an actual teen drama is an adequate substitute?"

Yamamoto nodded her head. "Ah, young people have so much energy. Such passion! Makes you feel old, doesn't it?" She let out a theatrical sigh and placed another leg on top of the table. Samon internally cringed. She's doing that on purpose, isn't she?

He replied, "I do not know about their energy. However, they certainly did not notice that we are still in the room." Although, how could they not? This is my house. I own the place. Samon mentally complained. "Then again, even if they did, they still would have argued."

She leaned forward and in a more curious tone, asked, "Hey, did that surprise you?"

Samon arched his eyebrow. Dryly, he remarked, "You mean, the argument itself? Or the fact that Yoshino left my kitchen completely unattended? I suppose, it did seem a little uncharacteristic of him."

Yamamoto giggled and shook her head, "No! Not that. I can't believe that that is what you got out of the whole argument. No. I meant the fact that Mahiro convinced Yoshino to attend the same college as him."

At that, Samon paused and carefully placed the tea cup back on the coffee table. He mused, "Hmm, I suppose…not. The two are…opposites, but they do get along with each more than they care to admit."

Yamamoto snapped her fingers in delight. "Bingo! I agree with that." Leaning further, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey, did you get the feeling?"

Feeling? In response, Samon furrowed his eyebrows. He really could not understand the point Yamamoto was trying to make. In fact, was she…? After a quick survey of his poor coffee table, he concluded that no, Yamamoto was unfortunately not drunk. He sighed. Samon honestly disliked having to figure out things he had no clear grasp on. And much to his displeasure, those instances seemed to occur more frequently now.

Playing along, Samon answered, "What feeling? You mean the twinge of sympathy I felt for Yoshino? The poor boy. Being trapped between the princess and Mahiro." Samon internally shuddered. He had firsthand experience after all, of facing the princess's stubbornness. And then on top of that, the princess was in love with Yoshino. Well, now that he thought about it, Samon also knew just how persistent and cutthroat Mahiro himself could be when pursuing something he wanted as well.

Yamamoto rolled her eyes. "No! Really? You don't see it?"

Curious and a little frustrated, Samon replied, "Would it not be easier if you just told me?"

She pouted, obviously disappointed that he did not detect it. "The love triangle that's forming."

Samon blinked. "…Exactly how many dramas do you usually watch?"

Yamamoto crossed her arms. "I'm being serious!"

With fingers reaching for the tea cup again, Samon merely lifted his eyebrows. "As am I." He sipped the tea. "Also, you do know your basic geometry, correct? If I recall, a triangle has three sides."

Slamming her fist down on the table, much to Samon's unhappiness at the sheer violence that the innocent table kept receiving Yamamoto cried, "Exactly!"

As if that explained everything. Samon resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was guaranteed to bring him a headache. What on earth does she mean by that? Wait, a triangle, three sides…Comprehension dawned in his eyes, which Yamamoto noticed and eagerly gestured for him to continue.

"Wait, Mahiro likes the princess?"

And immediately, Yamamoto deflated. She waved her hands in exasperation. "Seriously? No!" She huffed. "Never mind." Yamamoto quickly stood up and began walking towards the kitchen, popcorn in hand.

What? Then what did she mean by that? Samon was at a loss before deciding that he really did not care. He shook his head. It was not worth risking a migraine to sort through whatever delusions she had. Instead, he asked, "Where are you going?"

With a cheerful grin, Yamamoto declared, "To the kitchen! Where the drama unfolds!" As soon as she said that, a loud metal din echoed through the room. Samon could only imagine the warzone that his kitchen was undoubtedly becoming under the hands of the three troublesome children. He sighed.

Yamamoto, on the hand, clearly did not share any of his anxieties and instead looked in that direction with anticipation. Humming under her breath, she then unashamedly marched to the kitchen where she most likely would be a spectator to yet another argument.

At that point, Samon came to realize that he needed to know more normal people, preferably the more boring, the better. He did not understand why his house was now the current backdrop for petty teenage dramas or for secret government meetings. It's like my house is now the hubbub for weird and wearisome characters. I don't even remember giving half of these people a key. Hmm, perhaps I should invest in a lock. Or security. Or move out altogether. Perhaps back to the village? At the sound of what was most likely pans clanging together, -what are they even doing in there?- Samon ruefully placed his tea cup down again and stood up. He groaned. Wasn't your house supposed to be your sanctuary? Because he sure as hell did not feel at peace anymore every time he walked into the doorway.

Ta da! This unfortunately is not a major plot heavy chapter. I just thought it would make sense to see Hakaze's reaction. I tried to keep them all in character, but I probably had too much fun with the dialogue again, so this chapter might be borderline crack. It was surprisingly fun to write for Samon!

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