They made their way through the mall, checking out some of the flashier fashion stores and making fun of the snobby clerks behind their backs. They went into a few less exuberant and pricey ones to look for some casual items for Devon.

As they walked into the first one Pyrrha discovered that Devon really had no sense of style, much to her amusement. Every time he came out of the dressing room wearing something he thought looked good, she either laughed or cringed and shook her head. After his fifth attempt at a dashing outfit she told him to sit while she went to grab a collection of more fitting items.

Devon sat in silence while the redhead went to work, contemplating his plans for tomorrow. He would need to tell his team about his discovery, Gale first or she would no doubt be insulted. He was certain he would need to talk to a teacher at some point about it, but he would see what his teammates thought of it first. If they thought it wasn't a big deal then maybe he would leave it, although if Pyrrha's reaction was anything to go by that was unlikely.

Also, would he still be able to attend Beacon if he had no access to his aura? Devon knew that aura use was a big part of becoming a successful Huntsman, but surely it was possible to become one if he trained his physical and mental skills well enough. Maybe he could ask Pyrrha for some help? She was a star combatant after all, both her physical and mental prowess leagues above anyone else he knew.

He thought about how Gale would take that, him leaving his team to train with someone else. Maybe he should talk to the rest of his team about training before seeking outside help.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone clearing their throat. He shook his head to clear it and looked up at to see a smirking Pyrrha standing before him. She held a bundle of clothes in her arms, an eyebrow raised.

"Finished daydreaming there? You weren't having any inappropriate thoughts I hope?" she teased dumping the pile of clothes in his lap.

Devon looked at the pile then back up at the girl. He tilted his head slightly, a smile coming to his face, "Careful, you're beginning to sound like Gale," he teased back gathering the items and heading towards the changing cubicle.

After a few minutes he came out, pulling at the edges of the shirt and tugging uncomfortably at his jeans. "I don't think you got the sizes right," he mumbled.

He looked up to see the redhead before him frozen, green eyes wide and mouth open. Pyrrha had chosen a shirt easily too small for him and it had had the desired effect. His pecs and abs clearly defined in the tight confines of the fabric. He folded his arms, accentuating them even more, and raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Really? You've already seen me without my shirt on. If you want to see you can just ask."

Pyrrha snapped out of her gawking and a light blush covered her cheeks, but she quickly covered it up with a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said nonchalantly, "I think that will do nicely. Now come on, next pair."

Devon just shook his head and smiled, returning to the change room. He emerged a little while later, this time wearing a more appropriately fitting shirt and a pair of shorts, reaching down to just above his knees. "This is more my style," he stated, eyeing himself in the full body mirror.

"Twirl," Pyrrha commanded from her chair. Devon raised an eyebrow at her but did as she asked and spun on the spot. "Not that fast. Slowly. I need a good look at you," she added. Devon chuckled and gave her a slower spin, pivoting on the tip of one foot. Now it was Pyrrha's turn to raise her eyebrow. "Hey Mister Fancy. Where'd you learn to do that?"

Devon frowned in confusion, "Do what?"

The redhead gestured at his feet, "A pirouette," she clarified.

Devon looked down at his feet, "Oh, well I used to dance, looks like the training stuck with me. I guess that's why my fighting style is the way it is."

She looked up at him, "Why did you stop?"

He let out a long breath as he thought about it. After a few moments he looked down at his feet again. "I guess I stopped, after... uh... well..." Devon didn't want to tell this girl his life story, of how he lost everyone he had ever loved and his home had been destroyed, and how he had been too distraught to continue dancing after his only ever partner had perished. It would just destroy the mood.

"After what?" she prodded, her eyes curiously scanning his face.

"After... I began to focus on my fighting. You know, to get into Beacon," he offered. It wasn't a total lie, he had focused more on his fighting after the incident but it wasn't the sole reason for him stopping.

"Oh ok. Well I would love to see you perform sometime! I think you should start again. You can't just spend your whole time here training," she said enthusiastically, smiling brightly at him. "Plus, the ladies like a man who can sweep them of their feet," she added.

Devon forced a small smile onto his face, the memories of his old partner still on his mind, "Maybe."

"Well I know I would love to see it, and I'm sure Gale would too. Do you need a partner for it? I know some ballroom," she offered.

Devon had to look away from her at that, and blinked back a tear that threatened to leave his eye. "No," he managed, "thanks for the offer though."

Pyrrha didn't press him any longer and changed the subject. "Well in any case it would seem that only blacks and greys really suit you. None of these colours seem to work. Go and try the other set on."

Devon nodded and turned back to the room, stepping behind the curtain. He did so just in time to hide the single tear that rolled down his right cheek. He quickly wiped it away and removed his shirt telling himself that now was not the time.

As he went to remove his shorts he stopped, his eyes locking onto himself in the mirror. He looked down at his reflection's belly, and just to the left of his abs there was a small scar, about an inch long. He ran a finger lightly across it as the memory of how he had acquired it flashed through his mind. He grimaced and tore himself from the mirror, pulling off his shorts and putting on the black tank top and grey shorts.

He composed himself and stepped out from behind the curtain. He twirled on the spot again and posed, waiting for Pyrrha's opinion.

"Niiiiiiice, hot stuff! Guns out for the ladies, eh?" Devon's emotional state immediately sobered when he saw who had spoken. Gale was standing next to where Pyrrha was seated giving him a thumbs up.

"Hi," he simply returned, seeing Jaune was now in the store as well, his face a bright red and his eyes dancing around nervously. Devon caught his eyes and they pleaded to him. He nodded back and motioned to Pyrrha, "Hey, why don't you see what black and grey stuff you can find that would look good and I'll buy it. I just need to chat with Jaune, won't be a sec." He brushed off their curious looks as he grabbed Jaune around the shoulder and led him to a quiet corner of the store.

"Hey," Jaune finally greeted.

"Hey," Devon replied, eyeing him for a moment before adding, "Sorry."

"I don't think you understand!" Jaune suddenly burst out, waving his hands above his head a little before Devon shushed him, "She took me to lingerie stores! Lingerie! You left me on my own with her."

Devon held up his hands in defence, "She ran off with you before I got a chance to say anything. You survived though right? Plus it can't have been that bad? She does have a nice body."

Jaune gave him a look of mock annoyance before a sheepish grin entered his features, "Well... yeah. But it was still embarrassing."

Devon chuckled, "Alright, well I'll talk to her now and sort it out for you."

"Thanks, I don't think I'd survive if she kept it up for the rest of the night," a look of relief washed over him.

Devon smiled, "Yeah, she is a bit of a handful."

They made their way back over to their dates/partners, and Devon noticed that Gale had a mischievous smirk on her face while Pyrrha's cheeks were bright red. Again. He sighed, "I apologise for my partner, she has no self-control." Gale just stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes, turning to Pyrrha, "So, find anything for me?"

She did her best to wipe the blush off her face and nodded to the pile of clothes on the chair next to her. He walked over to the pile, picked it up and made his way to the counter after thanking the redhead. He paid for his new wardrobe he returned to the trio, only this time both Pyrrha and Jaune were red in the face.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I'm not even going to ask this time. It's almost seven, we should probably head to the diner now. And I need to talk to you," he pointed an accusatory finger at his partner, "on the way there."

Gale put on her best innocent face and pointed at herself giving a 'Who me?' look. Devon just narrowed his eyes and nodded as he grabbed her by the shoulder and started to drag her out of the store. Jaune and Pyrrha just traded blank looks before following them.

Devon shifted the bag in his hands, and had an idea. He turned to the two behind him and pointed in the direction of the restaurant, "I need to talk to my partner here in private for a moment, if you two make your way there we'll meet up with you in a bit."

They both nodded and started on their way as Devon gripped Gale's shoulder and made his way outside. Gale just slippede out of his grip and started to skip backwards next to him. "So, what did you want to talk about Mr Seriousness? Want to plan how to get invited back our dates' room later?" Her eyes lit up with mischief and a grin came to her face.

Devon just scowled, "Actually you're not far off. I need to talk to you about Jaune."

Gale's grin widened, "Oh, I didn't know you swing that way. In that case I'm sure I can convince Pyrrha to-"

"Not what I was trying to say!" Devon interrupted before she took that train of thought too far, "What I meant was, you're making Jaune uncomfortable. He's still a virgin and wants to save himself and besides, you've been embarrassing him all afternoon. If we want to stay friends with these two you need to dial it down. I'm not interested in taking things further with Pyrrha so stop trying to force that. Can we please just have a nice night?"

They had made it outside and he pulled out his scroll, tapping the screen a few times before putting it away. Gale was now leaning against the wall of the building and had a contemplative look on her face. "Fine, I'll behave for tonight. In terms of the scraggly blonde, I don't want to deflower anyone if they don't want it. I'm not cruel. I'm disappointed that you don't want to pursue Pyrrha though, she's really great and you're quite a catch yourself."

"I'm not good boyfriend material, and I'm not at Beacon to find someone," he replied.

Gale let out a long breath, "Yeah... you said."

At that moment a loud noise came from above them and they looked up in time to see a rocket like object slam into the ground in front of Devon. Devon reached out and typed his pass code into the rocket-locker that had landed and opened it, tossing the bag of clothes in. He lifted it upright and took out his scroll again, and soon after it was on its way again back to Beacon.

"Well, that's one way to do it," Gale muttered. She looked around and noticed that people were staring at them, open mouthed and pointing. "It seems you've drawn a crowd."

Devon looked around at the onlookers and caused many to quickly look away and move on. "You'd think they'd never seen a violently rocket powered locker before."

"Funny." She made her way over to him and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him back into the mall, "Come on we gotta get back to our dates. It's rude to keep a lady waiting."

They arrived at the restaurant, a quaint little place set on the top floor of the mall with a balcony overlooking the floors below, and waited to be shown to their table. Devon was surprised at his partner's taste, expecting something more casual like a diner or pub.

"Trine, table for four," Gale stated politely when the waitress arrived, surprising Devon again with her mannerisms. He'd never seen her act so proper and polite before. Although he did ask her to dial it down, so maybe this was a good thing.

The waitress nodded and lead them out to the balcony area. "Ah, so you must be the dates. We had a bit of confusion when the other two showed up, we assumed they were together. Their reactions were entertaining to say the least," she stated with a light chuckle.

A glint of cheekiness flashed over Gale's eyes for a brief moment, but Devon caught it and had to restrain the urge to facepalm. This was going to be an interesting dinner.

When they arrived at their table the sheer level of awkwardness could be felt in the air. Both Jaune and Pyrrha looked uncomfortable, avoiding each others' eyes and their cheeks a little pink. Devon had to nudge the girl next to him to get her hungry gaze off of the potential teasing goldmine in front of her. He gave her a firm stare before shaking his head, never losing eye contact. She huffed in annoyance but a calm smile came to her face and she nodded.

Noticing the newcomers, Jaune rose from his chair, pulling out the one opposite him and gesturing for Gale to sit. She politely thanked him while placing her hand on his shoulder and flashing him her winning smile, before taking her seat. Devon sat down opposite Pyrrha and next to his partner, Jaune taking his seat diagonal to him.

The waitress asked what drinks they would like, and before anyone could answer, Gale quickly ordered two glasses of red wine for her and Pyrrha and a beer each for Jaune and Devon. Devon politely asked for a cider instead, claiming that beer just tasted like wet bread to him, and the waitress nodded and left to collect the beverages. Devon turned back to the group to find two nervous looking teens across from him and an amused one to his right.

"Wet bread, really?" Gale questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"Uh, that's hardly the greatest concern at the moment," Jaune nervously contributed, "We're underage, we're not allowed to be drinking." Pyrrha nodded in agreement.

Gale just smiled and leaned back in her chair, "Not me, I'm eighteen already and so is my partner here I believe. Lighten up, one drink won't hurt and it'll help you relax a little. Everyone is so pent up after coming to Beacon, we could all use a drink."

At that the waitress arrived with their drinks, handing them out and asking if they were ready to order. After placing their orders (Pyrrha a chicken salad, Jaune a burger, Gale some fish and Devon a steak) they engaged in small talk, talking about their lives before Beacon and what they were looking forward to over the next four years. Well, everyone but Devon that is. He just sipped at his drink and quietly listened as Jaune recounted one of the many pranks his sisters had pulled on him. Devon would never have imagined a goat could be used in such a fashion with a hairdryer, but the detail with which Jaune told the story gave him little reason to doubt it.

Unfortunately Jaune's stories had caused unfortunate memories of his own sister to resurface. He stared at the label of his drink as he thumbed it, moving drops of condensation around. She had been too young to die, barely twelve and still so much life to live. Nobody had as much positive energy as she did, like her father she was always there for anyone when they were feeling sad or under the weather. Even total strangers on the street she would talk to to make sure they were okay. Anyone she met would have their day brightened and it brought joy to her soul to know she had been the one to cause it. And that's what made her death even more tragic to him. A light had been snuffed out, and he hadn't been able to stop it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the waitress next to him clearing her throat, and he looked up to see that everyone was staring at him. They all looked concerned and he had to fight the urge to scowl. Of course they caught him when he was deep in depressing thought, everyone seemed to be able to tell when he was upset. He really needed to get better at hiding his emotions. He looked up at the waitress, hoping to avoid the conversation he knew would come.

"The fish and the salad," she announced to them, placing the dishes in front of the girls, "I'll be back with the burger and steak in a moment." She bowed slightly and made her way back to the kitchen. The girls waited politely for the boys to receive their meals before starting their own, unfortunately for Devon it meant that he received their undivided attention.

He sighed and sat up straighter in his chair. "What?" he asked, "Is something the matter?" The three at his table turned to look at each other uneasily before they turned back to him.

"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked him, placing her hand gently on his.

He slowly slid his hand out from under hers and brought it up to rest his chin on it, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

In a soft voice Gale spoke to him, "You were crying."

Devon brought his other hand up to his face and sure enough his cheek was a little wet. He frowned at the moistness on his fingers and cursed himself silently for being so careless with his emotions. He just rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the moisture and took another swig from his bottle.

"Do you want t-"

"No," Devon cut Gale off mid sentence, and took another gulp from his drink. He realised that his bottle was now empty and frowned at it before placing it back down, making a note to order another when the waitress came back. He looked up to see everyone staring again, and let out a frustrated sigh, "Can we not do this, please? I'm fine, let's not ruin tonight just because my eyes were a little wet."

The girls didn't look like they were going to give it up until Jaune spoke up across the table, "So how come you guys are eighteen already and only just starting at a Hunter academy? Everyone who starts is usually seventeen or will be soon. I only know of one exception and she's fifteen, she was so good that they brought her forwards two years."

Devon caught Jaune's eye and gave him a small smile, silently thanking him for the change in subject. Jaune nodded back slightly, the girls not noticing the interaction.

Gale spoke up first, "I actually took a year off after I graduated from Signal to party, call it a gap year of you like. I had so much fun meeting new people, discovering new things. But I promised my parents I would go to school this year and start training to become a huntress. It was fun, but the world needs saving and many more adventures await me!" She raised her fist at the last part, taking a dramatic pose in her seat, "But enough about me, what about you 'D'?"

Everyone turned their attention to Devon once again waiting for his response. Again, he didn't want to tell these two his life story, but if he straight up lied Gale would know. He sighed, "I never trained at a combat school because I never planned on becoming a huntsman. However, my mother had taught me how to fight a little back when I was young. I decided to try and get in to Beacon so that I could learn to fight as I was now a bit old for the combat schools. But, seeing as I didn't have the years of training at a combat school that everyone else had I trained non-stop for a year. After that year I felt I was strong enough to get in, and so I applied. Luckily they're not too fussy about your age at the academies. I guess they are desperate for fighters these days."

"I'm impressed you could attain such skill level in so short a time," Pyrrha praised, "Most students take seven years to reach the level you did in only one. You must have had a great teacher."

Devon shook his head earning a frown from the redhead, "I trained myself. It was brutal and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but I had a strong drive. It was really the only thing keeping me from just giving up."

"That reminds me," his date continued, "you mentioned you never planned on becoming a huntsman, what changed your mind? What was your drive?"

Devon froze at the question, he had slipped up. They were not meant to ask about his reasons, or his goal, but he left the question out there just waiting to be asked. His mind ran through a million ways he could answer or get himself out of the situation. This was why he hated interaction, people ask too many questions.

He was saved by the waitress arriving with Jaune and his meals, breaking up the silence that had taken hold, and asking if there was anything else they needed. Once again Jaune came to his rescue, "I think we're good, thanks. Come on guys, dig in! We don't want it getting cold."

Devon immediately tucked into his food. This date had started out alright but now that everyone was talking he was regretting ever agreeing to it. Being the strong silent type meant that people were supposed to leave you alone. So why did it seem like people were drawn to him everywhere he went?

Conversation had returned to small talk regarding upcoming classes and events at Beacon. Pyrrha was particularly looking forward to Friday, a day dedicated to combat. "I can't wait to meet many new opponents in the arena, I always enjoy a new and engaging fight. The problem with the tournaments back home is that the same people usually end up competing. The same four people have been in the finals for the last three years, so I'm looking forward to the new challenges."

"Yeah so you can whoop all their asses in spectacular fashion as always, I bet!" cheered Gale, "But if you think you can beat me you've got another thing coming!" She narrowed her eyes at the champion in challenge.

"I'm sure you're a spectacular fighter, especially if you fight as well as I've seen you wrangle boys," the redhead teased back, "So what is your team like? In terms of combat I mean?"

"Oh I see, trying to suss out the competition so you can get a leg up on us, eh? Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble missy, but I'm not telling. And plus, our team has decided to leave our skills as a surprise for Friday. Even for each other, all we know is what little we saw of each other during initiation. Except for the twins I guess, spending their whole lives together and all that. But I'm sure they've all got more up their sleeves than what they showed," Gale explained, giving Devon an expectant look.

"That's one way to put it," he added mysteriously.

"Yeah, all we know is weapons and general style. We don't know each other's semblances or even if they use dust. It should make for quite a show."

Pyrrha looked between Jaune and Devon with a mix of concern and amusement, but just shrugged when Gale gave her a questioning look. "I look forward to it," she responded politely.

Devon noticed Jaune looking very nervous over in his seat, fidgeting slightly. "Everything alright buddy?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, everything is f-fine... y-yeah, heh heh..." he chuckled nervously.

"You'll be fine Jaune. Just because you've never used aura before doesn't mean you'll be any less skilled. Many people don't know how to use it properly, that's why we are going to Beacon, to learn. And once you discover your semblance I'm sure you'll be a force to be reckoned with," his partner assured him, placing a kind hand on his shoulder.

Devon watched the interaction with amusement. He caught his teammate's eye and she tilted her head towards the two across from them, eyebrows raised and silently asking 'did you see that?'

Devon just nodded then shrugged. He could see what was going on but decided not to comment on it. Whether Jaune realised what was going on or if Pyrrha realised she was telegraphing it so much was up to them to discover.

He looked at his scroll for the time, "Well it's almost nine, we should probably head back to Beacon now. We still have school tomorrow."

Jaune groaned, "Don't remind me. I have Leadership Training at eight thirty. I still don't get why I was made leader, Pyrrha and the other two are much stronger than I am."

"Believe it or not Jaune, I think Ozpin knows what he's doing. And besides, if leaders were chosen purely on strength, then surely I would have been made leader," he looked to Gale with a smirk at the last sentence.

She just narrowed her eyes at him, "Watch it boy, that's borderline traitorism."

"I think the word you're looking for is treason," Pyrrha corrected.

Jaune chuckled then motioned to the waitress and asked for the cheque. She arrived shortly after with the booklet, but before Jaune could lay his hand on it Devon snatched it up and quickly threw a card of lien into it, enough to cover their meals and give a generous tip. He smiled lightly to the waitress and handed the booklet back to her. She thanked him for his generosity and bid them goodnight.

"Now I just feel inadequate..." Jaune mumbled.

"Relax, I have more money than I really need and I don't really buy anything other than the essentials for living and fighting. I'm happy to cover the tab," Devon explained, but noticing Jaune's dejected look added, "But if it would make you feel better, you can buy me a drink if we hang out again."

The blonde looked up at him with joy in his eyes, but then frowned, "Wait, but I still can't drink..."

"Shall we head off?" Devon asked, cutting Jaune off and causing Gale to giggle at their little debate.

Jaune gave a defeated huff and they all nodded, standing up and making their way out of the restaurant. They thanked the staff and started on their way back to the airship dock. Gale continued to pester Jaune about stories from his home, finding particular joy in his embarrassing recount of the time when he was younger and was mistaken for a girl by the other kids at school. Apparently it had taken him a whole week to convince them otherwise.

As they walked Devon became lost in his thoughts, wondering what his future time at Beacon was to become. He had no aura, and therefore no semblance or ability to heal. He had a combat class on Friday where that would surely become evident and needed to find out what was going on before then, lest he get maimed beyond repair before his goal is achieved. Surely Gale would know what to do.

Devon had confused feelings all of a sudden. This was the first time he had ever really needed to rely on someone for something. It was a new and scary feeling knowing that you would be lost if they couldn't or wouldn't come to your aid, but at the same time he felt happy knowing that if he had to rely on anyone, he had Gale. Sure she was mischievous and flirty, but he knew when it came down to it, she would be there for him.

A small smile made its way onto his face as he thought that. He realised that after meeting his new partner that he, for the first time in over a year, felt happy.

"What are you smiling about, Mister Sir?" Gale bounced down into the seat next to him. It was then that Devon realised they had boarded the airship and were already halfway back to Beacon. "I think that's the first time I've seen you without a bored or irritated look on your face."

Devon looked up at her with a calm smile and just stared into her beautiful green eyes. After a moment of silence she gave him a nervous expression and broke it, "What?"

"Thank you," he spoke quietly, but loud enough for her to hear over the slight noise of the engines.

She looked at him with an amused but confused expression, "For what?"

An uncharacteristic grin made its way onto his face, "For being a pain in the ass," he said, earning a tongue poked out at him, "and... for being the best partner I could ask for."

Gale looked slightly taken aback at his words, her bright eyes widening and her mouth hanging slightly agape. After a brief moment like this, she leapt forward, enveloping him in a tight hug. "Awwwww! I knew there was a softie in there somewhere!" she cried gleefully, earning the attention of a few of the others on the deck, including the pair they had spent the afternoon with.

Devon tapped her on the shoulder, "Alright, that's enough. People are staring." She didn't let up and continued the embrace.

"Let them."

Devon heard a snicker and turned to see Jaune covering his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh, and Pyrrha giggling next to him. He rolled his eyes but his smile never left his face.

As the airship docked Gale unwrapped herself from him and they made their way back through the school to the dorms. As they arrived at Jaune and Pyrrha's dorm each pair split to say goodnight to their dates. Devon turned to Pyrrha, "Thanks for tonight. I'm not used to... all this, so I hope I didn't mess up too much. And thanks for not flipping out too much about the... thing."

The redhead smiled back at him, "No problem. I had a wonderful time."

"Well I hope we hang out with you guys again sometime, maybe with our whole teams, as friends," he added, hoping his message got across. He hoped she wouldn't take any offence to him not wanting to pursue her, but it was just not possible for him.

She nodded politely, "Definitely."

They turned back to the other pair in time to see Gale planting a chaste kiss on the blonde boy's cheek, causing his face to match the colour of his partner's hair. Jaune stuttered out what was probably a goodbye before quickly entering the dorm. Gale laughed and turned to Pyrrha, "I'll see you around babe, don't be a stranger."

The champion nodded and gave her goodbye before following her leader. Now alone in the hallway the two teens made their way back to their own dorm, conveniently only around the corner. They walked in silence until they reached the door and made their way inside. It was almost ten thirty by now and the twins were peacefully asleep in their beds.

The duo made their way to their own beds and changed into their pyjamas. Gale slipped into a loose white shirt, the bottom of it almost reaching almost to her knees, and Devon just stripped down to his boxers. They said goodnight and laid down, revelling in the comfort of a bed after two less than par nights of sleeping arrangements in a row, and let the realm of sleep consume them.

So... that was a bit of a long wait for a chapter. I fully intended to be more frequent but Uni got significantly more work heavy this year and I kind of forgot to write this. Saying that, I am actually working on a novel at the moment with these characters. At first writing this fanfiction was a way where I could explore these characters in a different environment to learn more about them in a way, and also to alleviate a bit of writer's block. So despite not catching up on this, my original story is well under way. So, any feedback, pointers, grammar Nazism or review helps immensely to improve my skill and confidence. I reread the whole fic the day I intend to upload a new chapter to edit crappy work or to make sure I'm following it logically.

So thank you for taking the time to read and I hope to upload more frequently from now on. Six months is a bit ridiculous :p