Hello again! Sorry for the update being a bit late, but well, uni is coming up soon, and I had to prepare for a few arrangements. ^^'
Anyway, shall we move on?
"Wow, Rune – this is a pretty good one."
Emil had returned with the sub-token that was thrown to him by that strange, scarf-wearing spirit from earlier. He ran quickly away just in case the foreman might've chosen to pursue him, considering he was angrily shouting in his direction.
Luckily, the foreman didn't choose to pursue him.
When he came back, Lovino still seemed quite irritated, but he seemed to brighten when he caught sight of the silver-haired human with the panel of wood in his hands. Emil saw that Lovino had seemed to given up on scrubbing the sludge-coated tub, so the Italian spirit was simply loitering around – sweeping the already spotless floor with a broom.
Lovino took the sub-token from Emil and knocked at a certain part of the wooden walls – where the tree was painted on. At once, a compartment opened showing a purple ribbon dangling down with a metal clip at the end.
Emil watched with great interest when Lovino clipped the sub-token onto the purple ribbon. "Watch carefully, henchman – just in case you gotta do this shit while I'm not here," the curl-headed spirit said. "Just clip the sub-token onto here, and then, you pull it." Lovino yanked the purple ribbon, which now had the sub-token attached to its end. Emil was still observing keenly when he saw it zoom upward.
Next, Lovino ushered Emil to the top edge of the tub. "The sub-token gets sent to Chun-Yan," explained Lovino as he pointed at another wooden panel suddenly make way as what appeared to be a pipe came down with a metallic groan. "She sends us the water, and…here!"
A rope dangled from the ceiling right in front of the both of them. Emil immediately gazed upward, wondering where it came from, and, judging from how frayed and slightly worn the rope was, wondering just how old the bathhouse truly was.
By that extension, how old were the spirits, and how long could they even live for?
The Icelandic boy assumed centuries at the very least.
"Go on, give it a yank," Lovino nodded in Emil's direction.
Eying the rope cautiously, Emil took it in both hands and gave it a strong tug. In fact, so strong, gave a surprised grunt as he slipped a bit and landed on his front down the outer side of the tub. Miraculously, he was still holding onto the rope.
However, a sudden stream of water sloshed out from the top end of the pipe and poured down into the tub. The water was radiating steam, and it appeared to be a bit of a murky mixture of green and blue with some white foam frothing at the edges.
Lovino sighed as he rolled his eyes, "Geez, you're such a clumsy bastard…"
While getting up, Emil saw why the water appeared murky – there seemed to be pieces of something in its surface. He wrinkled his nose as he caught a strong scent – it was rather putrid, but it wasn't horrible to the point he'd want to puke. He wrinkled his nose, "Lovino, what's in this water?"
"Dried worm salts," replied Lovino. "It's supposed to be good for you." Seeing the incredulous expression on Emil's face, the Italian snorted," No complaining – besides, with water this murky, you can't at all see the sludge!"
He recalled his first time in the boiler room when he saw Chun-Yan reach for things in the cabinets at the back. Dried worm salts, mud worth bath, sulphur soaker…the spirits seemed to love dousing themselves in strange substances, at the very least. What other combinations there would be, and what Chun-Yan stored in her cabinets of ingredients, Emil began to ponder – he did recall that there seemed to be hundreds of cabinets since they made up the back wall as well as the wall on her right side as she worked.
Getting down carefully from the side of the tub, Lovino looked over his shoulder, "Yank the rope again when the tub's full. The water should stop." He arched an eyebrow, "You do know you could let go of the rope, right? I'll go get some breakfast. Mind the batch, henchman!"
"Okay!" Emil called in response as he watched his fellow employee leave. Looking at the rope again, he slowly let go, and carefully sat at the edge of the tub. He made sure to watch closely as it quickly began to fill up with water. At the very least, Lovino was right: the water really did do a good job concealing the sludge – Emil couldn't really make out the dried condiments caking at the inside.
Admittedly, he was nervous being left alone to look after the bath. What if a customer came in? Though Lovino simply told him to just tell the person to get lost (unless it was a female) as the bath wasn't ready yet, there was the sole fact that he was a human. Emil knew that if he told a spirit "no" or to "wait" – they definitely wouldn't listen to him.
Or worse.
Shaking his head, Emil glared at the tub as the water filled in some more. It was a simple task, he should be paying attention.
However, he noticed something at the side.
Or, rather, someone.
At the side of the tub, there stood that same, strange, scarf-wearing spirit who helped him earlier. The tall spirit was simply gazing with curious plum-coloured eyes at him.
Emil blinked, starting to feel very cautious at the extra presence in the room that wasn't Lovino. He had seen the other spirit disappear and go invisible before – that was how he gained his sub-token after all, so he felt the need to be extra guarded by the other's demeanour.
Was this spirit following him?
The human boy wasn't sure, but he knew that he shouldn't act rash. So, instead, with a deep breath, he spoke, "I'm sorry, sir, but the bath isn't ready yet."
However, the spirit didn't speak back.
Instead, he came forward towards the pale-haired youth's direction.
Likewise, this caused Emil to carefully stand up and move down the tub's side so that he wouldn't trip over again. He made sure to keep a safe distance away from the stranger.
The scarf-wearing spirit suddenly offered his huge hands out. In his huge hands, there appeared to be all the tokens that the foreman was keeping earlier at his stand.
Emil's violet eyes widened, "Wow, that's a lot…"
The scarf-wearing spirit gave a grunt as he raised his hands up – he seemed to be offering all of them to him.
"What?" Emil looked up at blinked at the spirit. However, he shook his head, "No, thank you. I don't need anymore."
The spirit's eyes widened a fraction. Again, he raised his arms up in Emil's direction with another grunt. This time, it sounded more insistent.
"No, I don't want anymore," Emil shook his head, making his voice a little firm, yet also quite calm. "But, thank you, anyway." The human wondered if the strange spirit had stolen all of them from the foreman, and if he did, just how many did he steal? He sincerely hoped that the foreman didn't notice, and the strange spirit who helped him wouldn't get into any trouble.
"Ah…?" the scarf-wearing spirit was blinking – eyes stretched extra wide. However, giving a little murmur under its breath, he melted away into the air.
A clatter resounded throughout the room as all of the sub-tokens landed onto the wooden floor into a cluttered mess.
"Ah…" Emil had backed away from the tokens that were now at his feet. Hearing a loud slosh, he whipped his head around and gave a yelp, "Ack!"
The tub was already full of water, so the extra contents was overflowing onto the floor.
Arthur was running at top speed with his footsteps making pattering sounds on the wooden floorboards. He was going past all of his workers who were surprised, worried and astonished at his presence among them. Usually, he just stayed at the top floor doing his own business. With him down here, it must be serious.
"Ah, Arthur!" one of the spirits, a female with a cat-like mouth and wearing a green headband, gave a squeak at his presence. She was wearing red robes and sandals.
"Yes, yes, Emma, I know," Arthur stopped running as he declared, "It's a stink spirit!"
Emma, the female spirit nodded sadly, "And apparently it's an extra smelly one…"
Another spirit ran towards the both of them. He looked panicked as he cried, "It's heading straight for the bridge!"
Outside, many of the male spirits were trying their hardest to stop the stink spirit from entering their bathhouse. It was a hulking mass of sludge, grime and other disgusting substances as it slowly came towards them and the building. From its very body, it was radiating nauseous fumes that would make one either want to vomit or faint from just how awful it was.
"Go away!"
"We're closed!"
"Don't come any closer!"
"Just go home!"
However, even the spirits from the bathhouse were knocked back by the ferocious fumes of the stink spirit, who simply continued to plough through. One of the spirits even fainted from the stench.
Arthur narrowed his emerald eyes, "Hmm…still, there is something that strikes me as odd. That there is something about this one that doesn't match on how a stink spirit is." Heaving a sigh, he shook his head, "Either way, we have no choice. Just give it a bath, and get it out of her as fast as you can."
Upon the order, everyone was running back and forth in a panic. A lot of the workers were ushering customers out from their baths, quickly robing them, and prompting them to go into their rooms or in the lobby. Some were continuing to remove things out of the way like pots, vases and buckets.
Throughout the whole thing, Emil poked his head from the room of the big tub. He looked around, hearing the hullaballoo, and was astonished at seeing how frantic the spirits were being. He was about to ask what was going on, when a female spirit with a cat-like smile, and a green ribbon headband approached him, looking extremely worried.
Still, she ushered him towards her, "Rune, Arthur wants to see you!"
Hearing that, Emil instantly straightened his posture and followed the female spirit without hesitation. He was wondering what was going on, and why everyone was panicking, yet at the same time, he felt a bit afraid.
That bushy-browed wizard truly scared him.
"Rune, do not mess this up!" Arthur said sternly, waggling a finger in his direction. The female spirit, Emma, led Emil to the entrance of the bathhouse where Arthur was waiting. The human boy was quite surprised at detecting the traces of nervousness in the blonde wizard's demeanour. "Take this guest to the big tub and treat them!"
"But…" Emil licked his lip; remembering that the tub still had sludge in it. He wasn't sure if bathing in the big tub would help at all. "But, I…"
"No buts, or I'm turning you into a piece of coal!" Arthur snapped, his finger now stabbing right between Emil's eyes. This prompted the silver-haired human to gaze at the finger cross-eyed. "You hear me, you little git?!"
"Ack!" Emma gawped. "It's here…!"
Emil saw that some spirits were running in, covering their noses with their arms and crying. However, when he saw something large and covered with the substances that was on the insides of the large tub, he couldn't blame them at all.
But the tub's smell, compared to this, was a perfume of fruity fragrances.
Immediately, the stench overwhelmed the room.
A lot of the other spirits gave shrieks and squeals as they fled. Arthur and Emil were the only ones remaining. Emil felt all the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the disgusting fumes blasted into his nostrils. His amethyst orbs widened as his whole figure grew rigid. Arthur also looked to have his eyes water as his whole being became tense, too. Emil instantly clutched at his nose with both hands.
"Hands down…" Arthur growled under his breath in Emil's direction. "You'll insult our guest!"
When the stink spirit finally entered the building, Emil felt close to fainting when the great creature was towering down at the two. It was growling a little as slime and sludge oozed from the very parts of its body and dripped onto the floor, creating a huge mess.
"L-Look, a valued customer!" Arthur spluttered out, beginning to gag. "Welcome to our baths…!"
The stink spirit gave a groan as it stretched out one of its slime-covered arms only an inch away from Arthur's face.
The blonde wizard gagged as he regained his voice, "A-ah, ack, oh…it's money." He then tilted his head a fraction in Emil's direction, "Rune, take the nice customer's money…!"
"Y-yes, sir…" Emil was able to stammer out as he plodded forward with his hands slowly raised up.
The stink spirit moved its arm in Emil's direction instead. There was a loud plop as flashes of gold were seen through a large splatter of slime. Emil felt plenty of unpleasant shivers crawling down his spine as he gulped.
He really just wanted this day to be over, and soon.
"Don't make our guest wait!" Arthur called urgently. "Take our lovely guest to their bath."
"T-this way…" Emil was able to choke out as he slowly started to lead the stink spirit towards the room with the big tub.
Despite the big tub not being such a long way away, Emil felt that it was a huge journey as he walked slow, simple steps. He honestly did want to go faster just to escape the overwhelming and disgusting stench emanating from the stink spirit, however his body became sluggish and very hard to move just from the sheer force of the smell. Plus, it would be very rude to do that to the stink spirit. Even if its scent made him want to puke and twitch onto the floor before blacking out, the stink spirit did pay, and it only just wanted a bath. Emil was sure that the stench wasn't its fault – perhaps, it was just born that way.
His thoughts were able to distract him momentarily as he wondered how spirits were even born in the first place.
Meanwhile, Lovino was walking down a hall with two bowls of pasta that had diced tomatoes in it. However, seeing everyone flinching back and watching with bated breath, he looked forward.
He grimaced and visibly gagged at seeing the stink spirit slither slowly by.
But his amber eyes widened when he saw that mop of pale hair leading it towards the big tub.
"What the-?! Rune!" Lovino shouted. He was alarmed at seeing his henchman with the creature. He grimaced before noticing that the pasta seemed to inwardly curl and the tomatoes became mouldy. "What the fuck…?! Our food!"
"Open the windows! All of them!" Arthur's voice boomed throughout the room as he ran to the upper level of the bathhouse. Everyone immediately complied to try and lessen the stench's effect.
Either way, Emil led the stink spirit into the room at long last. The pale-haired boy panted in relief as he instantly moved out of the way of the creature as it sauntered towards the large tub. After gripping at the edge of the tub with its slimy hands, it then heaved itself right into the bath.
However, the water quickly turned into sludge as well before it overflowed from the tub.
Emil quickly grabbed the bucket, which he stored all the bath tokens that had been left to him earlier, and heaved it up. He lost his footing slightly from the force of the now slime-ridden water, and so landed into it. Feeling all of the hairs on his skin crawl from both the stench and feeling the now immensely dirtied water in places it should not be felt at, Emil tried to stand up.
The stink spirit's head emerged from the tub. Slowly it raised its arms and gave a grim groan, looking highly disappointed. It then turned in Emil's direction, and gave another gigantic groan.
"Wha…?" Emil blinked, but looked down at the bucket of bath tokens he had. "Just a minute." He was about to call the spirit "sir", but quickly stopped himself – unsure if it was male or not.
For all he knew, it could've actually been female.
"Hehehe," Arthur snickered from above his spot. He smirked as he saw the human boy struggle in his spot and covered with the slime. "Disgusting."
"I don't think that's really funny…" Emma said quietly, looking between her boss and the human.
"Let's see what he'll do next," said Arthur as he smiled wickedly – enjoying Emil's struggling.
As Emil trudged through the thick sludge and grime to get to the panel that Lovino used to clip the token. It proved to be a difficult task as the sludge water was quite thick. Also carrying the bucket filled with all the tokens at the same time didn't help him, either.
"Looks like he wants to make a bath," Arthur noted, arching a bushy eyebrow.
"Oh, dear…" Emma said in worry. "He's going to waste all our good water."
Regardless, he was finally able to reach the panel. Looking at the painted tree, he knocked at it a few times. Sadly, it didn't open. He next tried to pull at its edge, giving a little growl. When it didn't open again, Emil began slamming his fist a few times at the panel, when finally it opened – bumping his head.
Emil gave a yelp and rubbed his head with his wrist as there wasn't much of the foul-smelling grime on it. He was sweating a lot, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the temperature of the room, or because he was tired from heaving himself around past the slime.
Either way, the stench somehow, miraculously, wasn't as horrible as it was before. Still horrible, but not downright wretched like before. Though Emil was attributing that from being simply exposed and used to it a lot.
When the wooden panel was open, he took one of the bath tokens and tried to fasten it onto the end of the ribbon, however it slipped from its grip due to his hands being covered with the gross grime. It landed onto the inside of the panel, but that didn't deter Emil one bit. He grabbed another one of the tokens instead, and fastened it with the clip.
"Hmm…" Arthur squinted his emerald orbs as he caught sight of the wooden bucket with the human boy. "Who gave him all the bath tokens?"
"Don't look at me," Emma shook her head. "I didn't give it to him."
When he pulled the ribbon, it zoomed up and disappeared to Chun-Yan. Seeing the stink spirit give another rumbling groan, Emil saw the pipe emerge down from the side, and the rope dangle from the ceiling. He heaved his body again as he grabbed the ends of his baggy shorts and lifted them up slightly as a means of helping him get towards his destination. It proved to be easier as the cloth wasn't stuck to any of the slime or grime.
Climbing up to the side of the tub was like climbing a mountain. When he lifted his head, he found himself gazing into the big, soulless eyes of the stink spirit as it gave a loud groan, though the corners of its mouth seemed to be up – appearing as if to smile.
Sadly, Emil got a good whiff of the creature's foul breath.
Emil was close to really puking, however he swallowed down his lunch, gave a tired moan, and lifted his body up with help from going on all-fours first. Reaching up, his fingers brushed against the rope. Remembering that a sharp pull caused him to trip over, Emil gave it a simple tug.
But even then, that seemed a bit too strong.
With a surprised yelp, Emil fell off the edge of the tub, right inside where the stink spirit was with a little 'plop' as the huge stream of bathwater suddenly sloshed down the pipe and crash right onto the guest.
"Oh no!" Emma cried, when she saw the water totally mask the guest and overflow the tub. "That's our best herbal formula!"
Emil found himself stuck right into the sludge as he struggled – trying to free himself from where he was. The stench was nauseating considering the slime was added with water.
That was when something wrapped around his body, and lift him out of the sludge water.
Feeling rather dazed, Emil's violet eyes fluttered as his head spun for a bit. He could feel his head being brushed with the warm bathwater that was still being poured from the pipe.
Something caught his eye.
Despite the water still filled with whatever strange ingredient Chun-Yan had placed, Emil could make out a strange shape.
Snapping out of his daze, Emil reached his arm inside and started to feel around as the water continued to crash down.
With his fingers brushing against something so hard and metallic, the human's eyes widened.
"Oi, Rune!"
Emil craned his head around to see Lovino with a white bandana wrapped around the bottom half of his face, the ends of his own baggy shorts rolled up, and he was carrying what seemed to be a brook and a stick. "Lovino?" Emil exclaimed in surprise.
"That bastard's not gonna hurt you on my watch!" Lovino raised up his broom. "I'm not gonna let that thing hurt my henchman!"
"No, wait!" Emil called in alarm. "I think the customer needs help! It feels like there's some kind of thorn on its side!"
"A thorn?!" Lovino asked incredulously.
Emil brought his other arm inside as he tried to tug onto the strange object that was still protruding from the stink spirit's side. "It won't come out!" he cried.
"What's that?" Arthur's forest green eyes widened. "The customer has a thorn?" Rubbing his chin, he then hissed in Emma's direction, "Get all the staff down there while you can." Hoisting himself over the railing, he jumped off, and flew from the upper level. Immediately, he landed onto the top railing of what separated the bath rooms.
Emil and Lovino instantly looked in alarm at the blonde wizard who suddenly came down.
"Listen to me!" Arthur called, looking serious. "That is no stink spirit we have on our hands!" Waving his hands around, a rope materialized out of thin air after a spark of green glittered, "Grab onto this rope!" the rope immediately zoomed right into Emil's direction.
"Right!" Emil instantly grabbed hold of the end of it. He tried to wrap it around the thorn, but found it wouldn't stay on.
That was, until a second pair of hands immediately tied a knot and wrapped the rope around it.
"Got it tied!" Lovino shouted from his spot beside Emil.
Arthur raised his hands as more of the spirits suddenly came down to help the two of them. They grabbed onto the rope as the blonde wizard shouted, "Everyone, ready on my command! And…heave! And…heave!"
Straight away, everyone pulled with all their might onto the rope, in the direction away from the creature in order to help it. Though there were a lot of spirits helping, the customers and some other workers gave moral support by eagerly cheering and calling. They clapped, made strong sweeping motions akin to that of pulling the rope, and gave loud words of encouragement to continue pulling.
At the very start, Emil licked his lips as he continued to heave as hard as he could. Lovino was right behind him, and was seething – visibly gritting his teeth.
They were budging, but noticeably, it was very slow. Still, even when his muscles were starting to tire, and he was breaking it out into more drops of sweat, Emil was determined – he definitely didn't want to give up as he could see that the spirit in the bath seemed to be in some kind of pain. He wanted to help the spirit.
After continuing to pull and heave, Emil saw progress – something was emerging from the water.
Despite how frayed and rusted, the shape of it was undeniable.
"A bicycle?" Emil was shocked.
"Thought so…" Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow.
No wonder the poor customer wanted it removed. Emil came forward to this time pull on the handlebars of the bicycle, to help relieve the load faster.
It proved highly effective.
Suddenly, an onslaught of objects shot and tumbled out from the water as vast amounts of rubbish and old, useless items were blasting in immense piles. Everyone immediately backed away when many kinds of items fell at their feet – old household appliances like a kettle, a fridge, many soggy magazines, newspapers, even a few tyre wheels and what appeared to be vast amounts of plastic bags were among the cluttered, and disgusting mess of man-made objects.
Emil then spotted something still dangling from the water. Running forward, he pulled on it with all his might – revealing it to be an old, used-up fishing line.
"Ah…"
Straight away, there was a sizzling hiss as the huge, lumbering shape of the customer calmly settled down to the level of the large tub. A soft sigh of relief echoed throughout the suddenly silent building.
But a huge wave of the bathwater formed into what appeared to be a large hand with long, delicate fingers. It suddenly washed forward and grabbed Emil.
Emil gave a shocked cry as he found himself completely submerged in the watered hand.
Great waves seemed to form from the tub as it tumbled out and crashed onto all of the man-made objects – as if to blast it away from the tub and the being to whom it made miserable.
Lovino shouted from his spot, but was held back by Feliciano, "Rune! Oi, Rune! Where the hell are you?!"
Immobilized by his watery case, Emil blinked as he could see clearly through the water. Interestingly enough, the water that had taken hold of him was far clearer, cleaner and even purer than the bathwater. Also, he found that he could still breathe, despite being completely covered and submerged.
His eyes widened when he saw something emerge from the tub.
Or rather, someone.
Steam seemed to billow and flow along the room as a figure emerged from the tub. A clearly male figure with dark hair and a peaceful expression on his face. He was wearing what appeared to be billowing robes that seemed to waver along with the water that encased the human. There was also a red mark that was on his forehead. Upon closer inspection, though, it appeared to be a jewel of some kind. Opening his eyes, that were once so soulless from the previous state as the stink spirit, the male spirit's eyes were a glittering ochre as a pearly white smile spread out onto his face.
"Well done…"
His voice was soft-spoken, yet at the same time, there seemed to be an overwhelming intense amount of power and authority in his tone.
As soon as he finished his sentence, he submerged back into the huge tub.
The water that held Emil quietly settled down, releasing the Icelandic boy. Emil was completely drenched, however feeling something suddenly seem to drop in his hands, he blinked and looked down.
There was little green ball that was in his hands. It had a smooth surface, yet when squeezed at, it was a bit hard. It also emanated a peaceful aroma that smelt fresh and relaxing.
Everyone else meanwhile, including Arthur, remained silent from the whole affair. Still in disbelief but also in awe at the turn of events. The blonde wizard looked down, when he noticed a little twinkle catch his eye in the clean water that was once sludge.
Flecks of the little amounts of foam in the water began to form into little shapes as they gained a golden colour and begin to shine.
Someone was able to make out what was forming in the water very early.
"Gold!"
Straight away, the spirits suddenly reached down for it as they clambered over each other to reach for the pieces of gold that were now fully formed from within the clean water.
"Hey, that's private property!" Emma shrieked from her spot as she was being shoved over and pushed around by many of her fellow employees to get the gold. "Quit it!"
"Back off!" Arthur snarled from his spot at his employee's behaviour and conduct. "Our guest is still here, you idiots!"
The water in the tub suddenly started to bubble as if it was being boiled at a high level. The bubbles only grew bigger an in many more amounts.
"Rune, you're in our guest's way," Arthur said curtly.
"Yes, sir," Emil dipped his head in respect to the customer before stepping to the side.
"Open the main gates!" Arthur called.
All of a sudden, with a great whoosh, waves of the bath water suddenly shot out from the tube in what appeared to be a sort of geyser.
However, the water suddenly formed into a long, elongated body as Emil spotted the customer emerge. The customer let out a hearty laugh that echoed around the entire bathhouse as his appearance changed – his face grew into what appeared to be a crocodile – his skin forming into scales as the lower half of his body became formed into what appeared to be a fish as the legs melted into fins.
His tawny eyes continued to glitter with a suddenly new resolve as he flew away with the waves of water forming as an ongoing river. Flying in a few loop-the-loops, the customer left – his body curving a few times as he swam into the refreshing rain of the night.
Once he had left in an ecstatic state, the bathhouse erupted into cheers and calls of joy at the success of helping the spirit, and the good fortune that the bathhouse now gained with the reward of the gold.
Before Emil knew it, Arthur suddenly hugged him in joy, looking uncharacteristically ecstatic, "Rune, you did well! Jolly well! We made so much money!" Releasing him from his grip, Arthur continued, "That spirit was rich and powerful. Everyone learn from Rune! Drinks are on the house tonight!"
All of the workers of the bathhouse cheered in delight.
"But, first hand over all of the gold you picked up," finished Arthur.
The workers gasped and immediately started to protest – now enraged and feeling quite robbed. They were shouting and calling angrily as they cried in Arthur's direction.
Throughout all of that, nobody noticed a single, lone figure who was standing at the back of the room and away from the crowd.
But as soon as they appeared to watch and observe quietly from their spot, they disappeared immediately.
And so ends the chapter.
The next part will be in...honestly I'm not sure, but hopefully it won't be too long or too delayed. It's just that things will be a bit busy now that second semester has come up. ^^'
I think we've reached halfway of the story by now. OwO
Anyway, peace out!
- Hebi-Kazechi-10
