Notes and Warnings: Almost all of the above.
A Gippal/Baralai slash, and romancing. And other things..
The Just In Case' Warning: I am (probably) ignorant thereof (plausibly) and don't own anything in the legal sector (mayhaps) of ownership of: FFX, FFX-2, and all other things. It's ©2003 SQUARE ENIX CO, of course.
Personal Note: Gippalai Day is Sept. 1st! So... Happy Gippalai Day! I've prepare vignettes for everyone's enjoyment. Now go out and have some fun in the name of Gippalai!
Big-Purple-Lizard: No no, I won't write Isaarualai..so no fears. Just..adding character... and angst for the readers.
rebrose: No fears, Baralai loves Gippal. But I am a fan of the thought behind Isaaru.
Gysecune: Spam! er.. I love that Issy=Izzy rant.. lol. I thought of Izzy and a lizard too, but I didn't quite imagine a lizard in robes... eh heh. Now that's funny.
Yonaka Niji: I'm here to calm all your fears. Gippal won't remember certain things, but you'll find out why. The couple has their first communication' problem. And Isaaru's not a pansy. Not anymore. Not in my story. But in FFX he was.
Samurai Bishie Queen: Aww..Gippal don't worry, Baralai loves you. And Cloud, this fic with you and Lai is in my secret vault.. I was dared to write it..and I did. Maybe one day I'll show it to you. And Squall, how thoughtful to look after Queenie for all of us...by the way, when is -your- lover going to show up, hmm? Y'know I have written a BaralaixSquall.. eheh heh. Thanks again Queenie.
Mashimaro-Byul-012: Yes, I added character and worth to Isaaru. I bet no other author has done that.. heh heh, just kidding. Anyways, no fears, this is a Gippalai fic afterall. We just need an ex-bf to give Gippal wooing advice. ( I'm so cruel to Baralai)
NAPtune: Hey, angst is my fake middle name. And when you get a plushie, get two, so I can have one, please?
Nanashi2: Sometimes it's worth reading the author's personal comments and notes. Today is Gippalai Day. A random day to celebrate the Gippalai fandom. An excuse for smut. A good one, that is.
Wai - Aki: Ahaha. Welcome back, I missed you so much. Maroda is a nice touch, isn't he? And so maybe I'm not exactly -bad- at angst...hugs you makes you watch Nooj dancing disco in LeBlanc's dress
Comments : vignettes folks! And it's categorized!
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Smut. Yep, everyone wants it.
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Gippal felt the bed dip around his hips, and a voice speak in seductive whispers.
You're mine now, Gippal. Lips brushed gently against his, but drew back before he could respond in kind. Now I'm in control; you can't do anything without me. You have to take everything I give, and the better you are, the more I give.
Gippal opened his mouth to speak, but it was covered by another. The soft lips withdrew.
Who said you could speak, hm? The body on top of him shifted, and a hot, wet tongue started tracing it's way along his collarbone, indulging itself in the dips. It ceased, and a mouth was placed on the right side, where neck meet chest. The skin was drawn into the sinful mouth, suction turning the flesh red. It was later treated to grazing teeth and nips, every once in a while a wet muscles would slide over the sensitive nerves to cool the flesh.
By now Gippal was far from the reaches of proper speech; the only sound escaping were primal groans, moan, light sighs, and gasps. The mouth eventually traveled down his chest, making sure to harshly tease the erect nubs of flesh. Teeth pulled at the raised skin, only to be soothed later by the laving of a tongue or gentle treatments.
In the meantime light touches were felt long his torso, flanks, and now fingers traveled slowly up his trussed arms. They tickled the sensitive folding crease of the arms. The hands made their way lower, the further down the insistent mouth moved. A teasing length of hair trailed, lightly tickling the skin after its brutal assault. He hissed as the hands found his nipples, and the tongue his softer, more sensitive belly.
The actions ceased, and the voice returned. I know you love this the most; the anticipation, hands curled around the waistband of his pants. I also know you love the thrill of the chase; it makes the captive even more gratifying. The waistband was pulled down the waist every slow, despite Gippal's desperate bucking to get them off sooner. But you must know I love savoring the moment, especially right before release. That pivotal moment when your heart feels like it will burst, and there is no world around you, just this pleasure that puts you on the verge of death. The overwhelming taste of a world heaven. Just those few seconds I love being drawn into hours.
Gippal groaned, the words going right to his almost free erection. Smells, sounds, and touch were heightened to a new level in this dark world. He immediately grew hard the first time he realized he was at the whim of his captor. He was undoubtedly the prey this time; he had a witty hunter that liked to play with his catch. In a fit of defiance, he rubbed his head against his arm, able to move the eye patch from his good eye., when the sight left him breathless.
Himself devoid of any stitch of clothing, and Baralai bare chested, lips parted, about to take him in his mouth.
Oh cred...! Gippal breathed out, as Baralai breathed him in. Gippal threw his head back in pleasure, as the lips closed over him, Baralai's chuckles transmitting as intense vibration. The mouth slowly inched its way up as Baralai took his sweet time. Once Gippal was in that decadent mouth to the hilt, he just as slowly slipped out, teeth occasionally grazing the hot flesh.
The slim, delicate hands held down his hips, as the Al Bhed's own fingers scratched at the headboard in frustration. Faster. He needed it faster.
But, oh, Baralai kept his slow pace, in what seemed like forever. Gippal twisted at his bonds, hoping his physical release would bring another of its own. Every single time Baralai moved back up, he took just a little bit, a little bit more. His toe-curling suction, and talented tongue made up for the slow pace, bringing and keeping Gippal on the edge.
Baralai's fingers started massaging the tight muscles of Gippal's thighs as he brought the erection to the back of his throat, swallowing the length. Gippal sputtered as white-hot heat passed through his body, being taken far from this world. His body went rigid as his passions filled the skilled mouth, Baralai expertly taking everything he had to offer and more.
Gippal relaxed against the headboard, panting heavy as the white-blond licked him clean.
See? Savoring the moment. Baralai crawled up the bed, about to kiss the dazed blond when he noticed the loosened fabric around the hands. His own hands slid up to inspect them, when the fabric was twisted around him, and Baralai was thusly placed beneath Gippal.
Gippal bent down for a fierce and passionate kiss, silencing any queries. Baralai found the more he struggled, the tighter the bonds grew. After a mind-blowing kiss, Gippal finally drew back.
Gippal, what are yo-! Another kiss silenced the praetor.
Just...returning the favor. Baralai moaned as a heavy hand passed over his lap, and Gippal started quick work on his neck.
Pace yourself, Gippal purred, revenge is best served hot, and we have all day.Oh Yevon! Baralai moaned in despair again, renewing his attempts to escape as the hand made it's way beneath his pants.
You look so ravishable...that's exactly what I think I will do.
Baralai whimpered as he was stroked, silently asking himself what he had gotten himself into.
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And for those who like a bit of humor... and irony.
ShuinxLenne, and coincidentally....
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Baralai stumbled, still fighting Shuin's spirit. Yuna ran forward, body controlled by the undying feelings of love for her guardian. In a rush of breath the spirits left their hosts, only to pass right through each other, and go into the different hosts. Yuna was the first to speak.
"Aww...hell...." Shuin looked at the familiar body he possessed, patting himself down with Yuna's dainty hands. He smirked when he started fondling a large breast.
A very male voice, with a scolding tone froze his actions. "Shuin, don't! That's...so...gross."
Lenne watched Yuna's hands skim down the soft skin, down her chest, her stomach, abdomen, and down her thighs. A light, breathy moan escaped from her delicate lips.
"Shuin, get your hands off of her." The fierce male voice echoed again.
"I never knew it felt so good to be a woman." Yuna sauntered, a bit awkwardly, sashaying her hips in a tantalizing manner. Yuna walked up to the stationary Baralai, rubbing herself against him, sliding down the length of his body, never loosing eye contact. "Yevon, this feels sexy. You don't look too bad yourself, gorgeous."
Baralai blushed. "Shuin! Now's not the time for this! We're in other people's bodies! I'm a guy!" Baralai began to back away from the prowling Yuna.
"It's not like they'll remember, Lenne. Besides, if it feels this good being a woman, you must feel something about being a man." Yuna stepped forward, slipping a slim, well muscled thigh between Baralai's leg, shamelessly grinding him.
Lenne and Baralai both shuddered at the feeling. "That's not the point Shuin! I..ouhh....."
Yuna's delicate hands firmly groped Baralai, an evil smirk playing on her pale lips. "It's fantastic. Being a girl, you get this fantastic rush when you seduce someone else...." Yuna licked her lips. "I could very much so get used to this."
Baralai's body reeled in sensation. "Sh-shuin, stop it! Not here! What if their other friends come in here, huh? I doubt they wouldn't forget!"
Yuna slipped slowly down, fingers trailing down the muscled chest and abs and she sat back on her knees. Her fingers worked deftly at the ties and fabric at Baralai's waist, reaching inside to hold the stiff organ intimately. Baralai's body began to tremble.
"Lenne, do you know what I'm about to do for you?"
Baralai's head shook.
"Then brace yourself, sweetie."
"Oh Yevon! Shuin!!"
"This way Paine, I saw Yuna and Baralai head over here!" Rikku eagerly lead the way to where she saw the pair last. After rounding a corner, she skidded to a halt, her breath stalling in her chest.
Paine was not far behind, and her eyes widened at the sight. She swallowed dryly. "Perhaps they will get married afterall?" she asked hopefully watching Yuna's head bob as her fingers clutched Baralai's hips.
"Umm....yeah. " Rikku laughed hollow. "Mm..yeah. Bevelle has it's secrets right?" Unable to tear her gaze from the sight, she covered her eyes. "Oh Yevon."
"Yee-uh.... I think we should go....." Paine tugged on Rikku's arm, encouraging the shocked girl to move. "This um...never happened."
"Right" Rikku breathed.
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Squick. For those of the darker persuasion. Shuin takes control of Baralai.
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.......Baralai cried out as another finger penetrated him. Yevon, how he hated the slow torture Shuin put him through. He delighted in making Baralai squirm, blush, and try to remember how this is so wrong. Tears escaped the corner of his eyes as his wishes conflicted with the immense pleasure. After what seemed eternity his third finger was added, as his fingers moved slowly within him, never enough stimulation to give him release.
"Please...." he begged, words spoken to the empty room, but heard by the other presence in his mind. /now that's a good boy. Beg me to fuck you/
"Pleas...please....Shuin..." Baralai babbled, cheeks heated in the knowledge he was completely and utterly under Shuin's control like this.
/Since you asked so nice../ A third and fourth finger were added, the rhythm suddenly almost violent as he slammed back on his fingers. He whimpered and begged more, and Shuin finally fell to his pleas. Baralai gasped as he felt his other hand grasp the dripping erection, hand sliding slowly and lightly, a major contrast to what his other fingers were doing. /Beg. Let me know you want it./
Baralai whimpered, his head thrashing back and forth, whispering in the dark. "P-please.....I.....fuck me Shuin. Take me. I'm yours."
/Yes you are./
Baralai cried out his release, feeling even more of his soul fall into the darkness. Every single time, every single night Shuin gained control, he lost more and more of himself to the haunted, sadistic spirit. He curled up, crying soundlessly as he tried to ignore the spirit who simultaneous tried to love and control him.
/You are mine. It'll be ok, Lai. You're mine, mine to take, mine to be with, and mine to protect. Know that I'll never leave or forsake you. Forever you'll be mine. Forever./
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Au story. No Gippal, yet. For those with a sense of adventure.
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Ject called for a break, and everyone fell down, resting against each other for support, dying of heat and relentless sun. Well, everyone except their youngest member, Baralai, who stood shading his eyes periodically, and jotting down notes in his journal or map. He squinted, taking more classic compass and digital readouts. In habit he bit his lower lip when making a hard decision. Though it was miniscule, it did not go unnoticed by Ject who now was standing to the side of him.
Ject looked at him, sternly and questioningly, dark eyes reflecting back in the chocolate brown. A smile tugged the corner of the young man's lips, and he carefully rolled the map, tying it, and headed back to the motley group. Ject smiled as they both flopped wearily next to their second-in-command and tactical advisor; in short, Auron. Ject leaned against Baralai, his back to the younger's shoulder. The twenty year old tipped to the right, and Auron counterbalanced by leaning slightly into the boy, righting him. Baralai's smile grew.
"So, what news, navigator?" Braska called out, also noting the tension of indecision emanating from the young one.
Baralai sighed, pulling off the white bandana to reveal even whiter, luscious locks. "We've got two choices we've got to make in about... oh Baralai's eyes grew distant in thought, "if we take only one more break, about two hours."
"What?" The weapon and supplies specialist spoke up.
Braksa leaned back, offering his support to Baralai. The young man quickly also leaned against the stronger frame, feeling his lower back free up from it's tight knots. "Well Nooj, either we can walk through a tricky and shifting path of sand traps, or we can go purely on a local's word and hope for a safer trip, and travel on an unexplored route. Even though my guess it would only subtract a 1/2 days journey, if the local was correct, it might be safer to go on roads more traveled by."
Auron nodded, mulling over the situation. Ject, on the other hand, took Baralai's hand, and placed it on the back of his neck. He sighed out in pure pleasure. Baralai sighed out of pure annoyance.
"I don't know how you do it, but your hands are always so cool....feels nice now." Ject rested his head on Braska's shoulder. Just as Baralai relaxed and closed his eyes, Braska shoved Ject off his shoulder, then causing the counterbalance of weight on the young man to be removed, and he fell on his side. With a groan he spread himself out, folding the bandana over his eyes, and tried to catnap in the heat.
"So what are we going to do?" Baralai murmured, lulling unconscious in the heat.
"Well," Auron started, the words showing his reserved nature, "it would save us time in this heat if we went down the new path; and we are paid to explore."
Braska, their leader, spoke quickly after Auron's opinion. "But if we get lost, what's to say what will happen? I'm not sure if we can stand this heat anymore longer."
Ject nodded in agreement. "I agree. With the freezing nights an intense sun, I worried about our health in general. But if that new path was quicker..."
"Water."
The men actually turned to look at their companion lying on the sand, expression obscured by the bandana. For a second Ject, the sort of battlefield medic, friend, warrior, and health/cultural expert thought the man stopped breathing. But it was him who spoke.
"There was an oasis on the way the man stopped at. But there is a good chance we won't find it."
"Why not?" Braska inquired.
Baralai shifted, throwing an arm over his his eyes. " Oasis' are freak incidents; and usually dry up suddenly, unless it is an underground spring and it doesn't get blocked by the sand. By now it could be quick sand or whatever. A permanent oasis needs a solid base for the water to not slip through."
Silence once again rained supreme until Baralai drew in a breath, only to cough on a blowing wind and sand. Auron immediately offered his water, but Baralai shook his head, sitting up, coughing all the while. He finally rasped out his speech.
"There..." he coughed again, appreciating the gentle rubbing of his back from Braska. "If something happens when we take the other route, it will take about a day to run over to the path." Baralai blinked back the moisture from his eyes; the coughing fit almost had him in agitated tears.
"So we'd lose a 1/2 day, or gain a 1/2 day."
Baralai nodded. "Yeah, Ject, that's how I see it."
"Well, I say we flip a coin."
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Auron stared at his companion. "Bad idea Ject; chance and fate are utterly against us."
Ject looked skeptically at his friends, then turned back to the squinting Baralai in a sigh. Well, I guess it's up to you.
Baralai frowned. Why me?
Nooj twisted so he could see the youngest member of their group. You're the navigator. We trust you. And wherever we go, you need to be confident and capable to lead us where we are going.
Glowing amber eyes sought Auron's approval. He nodded his ascent. They next shifted over to meet Braska gaze. The leader smiled encouragingly. Baralai sighed, wiping the sweat beading on his forehead.
Alright, we go northeast up this trail. If anything goes wrong, we're immediately heading back to trail. If we don't spot the oasis or landmarks start to get vague, we'll meet back up with the other trail after the sand traps. Baralai pulled a dark graphite pencil that rested behind his ear, and made some last minute marks on the map and notes in the journal, taking another digital and analog compass reading. Alright. Sound good to you guys?
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Baralai turned to Ject again. I'm going to have you call the break shots for the group, okay? We'll have a few planned ones, but we're going to be tired of sand dune after sand dune. And, Baralai paused in his speech to make one final mark on the map, if you guys can handle it, I want to hike after dark.
Sour faces. They were masked, but the navigator was used to reading the contour lines of the ground; he could definitely map a change in their demeanor too.
Braska trailed off unenthused.
The navigator smiled weakly. Listen, if you haven't noticed, it's getting rather hot, and soon the peak summer of the desert will be here. I know -I- won't be able to handle it; we're already at risk for heatstroke. We need to cover more ground, and the best way would be at night. We're going to be needing more breaks in the day, and... Baralai stopped himself, wondering if it was his place to say such a thing.
Nooj encouraged.
Water. If we go at the time and pace we've been setting, we could be ending up with a 15 hour hike without water. Even, Baralai cut Ject off, with rationing.
Braska nudged Nooj. He nodded grimly. Sounds about right. If we walk by the cold of the night, we'll need less to drink to cool ourselves. And breaks will help cool our bodies too. It's the best way to conserve water.
Ject was too tired to throw up his hands, but he did complain. Why can't you just cast waterga all on us?
Braska grinned, closing his eyes and leaning back on Auron. They're damaging water spells; you'd just get hurt in the process. Besides, I think we are all a bit too low on energy to be casting spells.
Baralai looked up from plotting his map. And it complies with the laws of physics. We don't conjure water up from nothing; conservation of mass. It's usually water found nearby; the most magic can do is combine elements or basic level atoms to create our desired spell. Sure, there are plenty of oxygen molecules here, but not enough hydrogen to even bother; it'd be like one drop of rain.What I wouldn't give for rain.Becareful what you wish for.Ever the optimist, Nooj. Baralai chuckled weakly to himself, with all these carbon molecules, we could create carbon dioxide, and suffocate ourselves.
They all stared at Baralai, wondering at the morbid thought.
Hey Nooj, you're a bad influence on the kid, y'know? Laughter. Everyone felt better for it. After a while Ject called for the end of the break. A sip of water was taken before they shouldered their packs, and headed out again, traveling the endless sea of sand.
The time had come. With one last affirmative nod from the group, the navigator lead them on a new trail, constantly consulting his instruments and keeping a tidy map. Afterall, this turned out well, then this would be the best route to take.
Baralai was hiking behind Auron and Braska, trying to dwell in their nonexistent shade; the glare from the sun made it harder to read the instruments. Completely oblivious to his surrounding, he walked right into the outstretched arm and shoulder of Auron. This quickly brought up his gaze, and he squinted at the sight before him. Sand. And some more sand. And beyond that dune, even more sand that reflected the retched heat and light.
Baralai was about to ask why they stopped when Auron answered him. Sand pits.
Ject looked thoughtful. I think you're right Auron. No water. Just... falling sand. Definitely a sand pit.
Braska turned to Nooj. Underground cave systems? Nooj just shrugged.
Baralai opened his mouth, took a breath, but seemed to close it on second thought. Ject noticed.
What is it?
Baralai smiled lightly. Nothing. We should head southeast at a correction of 2 degrees, and follow the traps.
Braska caught the little smile. he drawled, amused and suspicious of his friend.
Baralai smiled sweetly, set the instruments, and pointed out their new path. Lead on, oh brave, suspicious soul.
Braska chuckled lightly. He snorted quietly, setting off a few chuckles from the rest of the group. Thank you, oh sneaky, prudent, young-
More pattering laughter. It sounded like rain. Oh how Auron missed the rain. Inside, he could barely wait for when they traveled by the blue ocean. The beautiful, blue sparkling water; the spray of the crashing waves, the beaches...which were full of sand. And that's where he was. In the largest waterless beach. He tried to make it a happy thought, but the guardian ended up scowling in the heat. Damn sand. It was everywhere.
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Fun for all ages!
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Audience: It's a clue!
Gippal: Where?
A: Over there!
G: Where?
A:There!
G: Oh! Over there!
Baralai: hopps over to Gippal
G: Hmm... it's a Baralai's clue!
B: Bow-bow!
G: Yes blue...er..Baralai, I know this is a clue, but I can't seem to figure it out.
A: You're an idiot!
G: Hey!
B: agreeing bow-bow.
Baralai's Clues?
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Other things. Smutty. Gippalai.
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Baralai sighed in relief as he was lead out of the main halls of the temple, his savior suddenly lunging into a conspicuously small room. Baralai didn't think of it much though, as he sighed in relief; the other men lost his trail.
"Thanks Gippal. I thought I was goner."
"Anytime."
"Gippal...where are we?"
"Janitor's closet."
"Oh." A pause. "Isn't this the place you and Isaaru were talking about?"
"Yep."
A sudden movement. "Gippal..."
"Yep."
Silence.
"Gippal, I can't see anything!"
That's okay.
"So... why are we in here?"
A teasing lilt. "Because we're alone."
"Oh."
"Yep."
A light is turned on, presumably by Baralai. " Ah, now that's better....why is there a bed in here?"
"'Cause."
Panic. "..And why exactly is said bed well furnished, and the door locked from the inside?"
"Because. It's easier that way."
A slight sinking feelings. "And why, Gippal, is it easier that way?"
"It keeps people in, especially young, naive Praetors."
A scared laugh. "Okay. Well, I'm glad to know everything that's going on around here. I'm sure the monks have stopped looking for me by now, so I'll be on my merry way..." A door knob rattled. "Okay Gippal, hand over the keys."
"I don't have them." A glare at Gippal. "I only have the keys for the handcuffs."
A nervous intake of air. "Yes, right. Why would any of us, the especially me, the leader of the establishment, have keys?"
"I've got long strips of silk. And a blindfold."
A nervous smile. "Right. Well, I'm not sure what good that will do for us, but at least we have something."
"I have food. Strawberries, wine, and whip cream." A snort. "And I also brought a cherry( --Baralai)."
Increased level of panic. "We could always yell for help..."
Gippal appeared thoughtful. "I didn't bring a gag, I'll have to improvise."
Baralai pulled at the handle frantically. " Oh Yevon, someone please, get me our of here!"
A pause.
"So, who wants to go first?"
Baralai interrupted, confused. "What?"
"How about rock, paper, scissors?"
"How will that help us?"
A pause.
"Damn."
"Yesss..."
"Gippal, how does winning rock, paper, scissors help our situation?"
"About getting out of the closet? It doesn't help. But it means I get first dibs."
"On what?"
"You."
"Oh. "
"You okay with that?"
"Yeah, just give me the silk."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to hang myself on it."
"Why don't I just tie you up instead?"
"Wow, what a noble suggestion Gippal. "
"I aim to please the Praetor."
"That sounds a tad..no, very perverted."
"What we're doing isn't exactly saintly, Baralai."
"Exactly Gippal, what you're doing. I'm completely innocent."
"I know."
A blush. "I have a feeling you know a way out."
"The way out is through me, Lai-kun. It's me or them. And trust me, this will be much more enjoyable."
"Do I even have a choice?"
"Yeah. You can either willing submit or I'll just have to 'coerce' you into complying."
"I think I'd rather take the easy way out."
Grin, and a purr. "I thought you'd see my way..."
Pouncing and various other non-mentionable activities ensue.
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Gippal: hugs Lai-kun Happy Anniversary!
Baralai: cough cough Need....oxygen...
Gippal: sheepishly
Baralai: breathing deeply It's okay. I love you.
Gippal: hugs Lai-kun again I love you too!
Lai and Gipps : So go out and celebrate Gippalai Day!
Gippal: With writing more smut with me in it gettin' some!
Baralai:
Gippal: leering Only with you, of course.&#