A/N: Seeing as I have yet to be publicly murdered yet, here is the second shot for this blasphemous filth I have the audacity to try and call a story. Do I regret it? Most definitely. This is not one of my finer moments. Do I really, really give a shit though? Probably not.
I just fucking work here.
Sisterly Love
Summary: Joan's trip to Argus was not at all what she expected. Still though, it was a very, very enjoyable experience.
*Shot Two*
When Joan woke up from her power nap, she felt a lot more refreshed than she did a few hours ago. She stretched her arms above her head with a loud yawn, the blanket falling from her chest. Now that feels a whole lot better. By Gods it was nice to be able to sleep in for a bit.
She picked up her clothes that she had carelessly thrown on the floor earlier and put them on, brushing her fingers through her hair. A look in the mirror showed a young woman on the cusp of reaching her prime. Second year student and already one of Beacon's strongest defensive combatants, using her frame to her advantage in combat now rather than being a hindrance. She even had her own landing strategy now, much to Ozpin's delight. He showed his gratitude by throwing all of JNPR out of a moving airship several hundred feet above the ground. Real funny, Ozpin.
Then again, from what she had learned about her headmaster in the time she had been at Beacon, he did have quite the mischievous side. He appeared to the press as a serious sophisticated man, but in reality, he was the one who helped encourage the Great Food War that she took part in during her first year at the academy. She found it hard to believe at first, but a talk with Team CFVY during a spar confirmed it. Ozpin was a man who had quite the funny bone mainly to get out of doing paperwork.
Yes, Beacon's headmaster dreaded paperwork above anything else, even the destruction of his school. Joan really did not want to have his job in the future if she ever decided to retire from being active in the field and take up a teaching position. Teaching once my age catches up with me might not be a bad idea. Hell, maybe one day I'll take Goodwitch's place. That'll be one hell of a sight to see. Me, the girl who faked her way into Beacon, training future students. It's almost laughable.
Not as laughable as the idea that she was checking out her sister's wife. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she wasn't able to forget about the sight of Terra's shapely body on nearly full display for her to admire. It wasn't hard for the blonde knight to imagine what was lying underneath her long nightshirt. No, no, no. Stop right there. For starters, you don't even know if what Saph said about being in the closet is true. Secondly, that's your sister's wife. More than just a little immoral. It's one hell of a scandal.
One that could surely ruin her reputation as a huntress if word got out. Forgetting about it was a much better option.
Joan groaned as she rubbed along her back. She definitely needed that nap. Pity it didn't do a damn thing to get rid of the scandalous and lewd thoughts plaguing her mind. Curse those damn hormones. And here I was thinking I had the most control out of my friends. Nora can't go five minutes without crushing Ren in a hug. She's all over him yet they're almost like siblings. Good God, when did all my friends develop weird family kinks?
What was next, Ruby coming out with a daddy fetish? Goddamn her friends were all so fucked up in the head. At first appearance they all looked like promising up and coming huntsmen and huntresses. But apparently, all of them were fucked in the head some way or another. I don't know when we all got so messed up. Or maybe we were always this screwed in the head and I only just noticed it when it finally became my turn.
And of all the people in Remnant I'm blushing over it's my freaking sister in law. I honestly can't think of anything worse than that, besides wanting to pin Saph on my bed. No, no! Do NOT think of that! That's disgusting and just wrong! In more ways than I can be bothered to count!
Thanks for setting hormones ablaze, Saph. Real classy of you.
Joan opened one of her suitcases and fasted on her weapon belt. Normally, if she were going anywhere in Vale she'd have Crocea Mors with her in case the Grimm came sniffing around. Instead, the only piece of weaponry she had brought with her was a seven shot pistol and a pair of magazines. While technically still a student, all second years and upper classmen were allowed to publicly carry when they were off duty. Perks of no longer being the fresh meat of the next generation and being much more responsible. Having gotten through one brutal year proved that her and her teammates were responsible enough to carry a weapon on them; however the responsibility had very harsh consequences for those who misused it. Those found guilty of violating any of the guidelines while in public were expelled from the academy.
Never thought I'd actually learn how to use a handgun. But Pyrrha was right; not having some way to attack at range is a surefire way to end up dead. She fit the magazines to a small pouch on her belt and made her way downstairs, hoping to the gods that Terra had gone back to her and Saph's room. She did not want to be reminded of how nice of a body her sister's wife had, thank you very much.
Instead, when she went downstairs she found that her luck was not so good, per usual. Terra was still downstairs, though thankfully she had put on some clothes. The blonde woman sighed in relief and went to make a cup of coffee to get herself going. "Morning. What time is it?" She realized a little too late that she could have just checked her scroll while getting dressed. Saphron's teasing was definitely going to her head.
"About ten thirty or so." Terra shrugged, yawning and sipping some cocoa. "Saph is still asleep."
"Shocker." Joan rolled her eyes and finishing pouring into a clean mug, taking a gulp. If there was one thing that Beacon taught her, it was that caffeine of some kind was guaranteed to be a part of someone's diet to get through final exams. According to some rumor that started when Yang and Ruby's uncle came to visit during the Vytal Festival, Ozpin apparently dedicated forty percent of the school budget to just coffee alone. True, the headmaster was seldom seen without his favorite mug in hand, but forty percent? That sounded a little excessive. Though it did make sense why the break rooms and student lounges were always stocked full…
Great. Their headmaster was an addict to caffeine. Or he just knew how bad the students would have it during finals.
Ah. That hit the spot. Now to think about what to get for Saph and Terra. I suppose it should be something nice; we did get paid for that last mission we did. The blonde pursed her lips and definitely did not steal a glance at the black leggings Terra currently wore while she finished her coffee. Nope, she did not. Shut up with those snarky comments, peanut gallery.
Focus, Joan. You came here to spend time with family you don't get to see often, not think lewd and inappropriate thoughts about your sister's wife. Her brief mental scolding over, she decided a short walk to get some fresh air would clear her head and let her think about what to get for her sister and Terra.
"Hey, I'm going out for a bit," Joan called over her shoulder, putting on winter boots at the door. "Just have to do a few last minute trips."
"Alright. Be safe, okay? Saph would have me in a sling if her favorite sister got kidnapped or Brothers knows what else." Terra sipped her coffee and started taking out pots and pans to prepare for the Christmas Eve dinner, completely unaware of how hard the blonde was trying to not look at her rear. Stupid hormones.
Joan opened the door and took a step outside into the frigid cold of Argus' winter. Oh hell it's cold. She fished her gloves out of her jacket and fit them on, activating her Aura to keep herself warm despite the freezing conditions. I am not catching a damn cold while on holiday. Nope. I absolutely refuse.
She looked at her scroll as it began to snow, delicate white flurries beginning to dust her shoulders. One landed on her nose and she remembered how as a kid she and the rest of her sisters would try and catch one with their tongues. Those were fonder times, back when she didn't think about becoming a huntress to carry the family tradition. Back before Saphron had decided to become the very reason why she was out questioning both her sanity and sexuality. Good times.
The pavement was slick with snow and ice, the blonde huntress being cautious to not slip as she looked for a small shop that was already open, using her scroll to make sure she could find her way back to the apartment. The last thing she wanted to do was get lost like an utter dolt. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it from Ruby or Weiss.
Am I gay? Or am I what they call pansexual? I don't get this. With a frown she stuffed her freezing hands back into her jacket, chewing her lip in thought. Pyrrha, as good of a partner and friend as she was, was not exactly the best person to try and talk this out with. Nor was Saphron for that matter. Ruby wouldn't have a clue about anything and Yang's advice would be to get in bed with them. Classy.
Weiss would probably be the best bet. She's the most logical and sensible one out of my friends. It feels really weird to say that. But I know that the Ice Queen wouldn't exactly be amused with me disturbing her vacation for something like this. Probably get a scolding for it.
Yeah, no. Definitely not Weiss. Blake, maybe? Joan and her did go to the library a few times to get away from their teams' antics during their first year, but the cat Faunus was too quiet and private to really hold a serious conversation with. Fuck. This sucked. Are all of my friends so socially awkward and inept? Goddamn I sure know how to pick them.
Joan rolled her eyes and brushed past a few passerby, some stopping as they recognized her from the Vytal Festival last year. One teenage boy ran up to her with his eyes wide. "Hey, I know you! You're Joan Arc from Beacon, right!?"
"Yeah I am…" The blonde scratched the back of her head awkwardly. I didn't think I'd get this much popularity for being Pyrrha's partner. Wow I undersell myself a lot.
"Would…would you mind signing this?" With a bit of a blush he held out a pen and poster of Team JNPR after they had won the festival tournament. Ah, an autograph. Well, this was unexpected. Still, she supposed it could have been a lot worse.
"Sure." Joan shrugged and signed it, silently wishing her handwriting wasn't so terrible. Once she was done she handed it back to him and he pumped his fist in the air.
"Sweet! I got a poster signed by one of the best in Beacon! Thanks!" He ran off to what looked like a group of his friends and Joan merely sighed before continuing on her way. A few shops were open, including one cozy little café. Several candles were lit in the windows and she paused for a moment to look before turning away. Saph wasn't the biggest fan of candles.
Damn. She doesn't like jewelry much either. What to get you…a crappy coffee mug isn't exactly a great gift. Not when it only costs me less than a cup of coffee at a café. Goddammit. Why the hell is shopping so difficult all of a sudden?
The blonde wanted to groan out loud in frustration. How was it that she was able to fight through Grimm like it was nothing but something as simple as shopping for her sister and sister in law was this difficult? God the world made no sense.
No point in bitching and moaning about it though. She had to get something for them. Well…Saph likes to bake and so does Terra…maybe some cupcake trays? Yeah fuck it. That'll work. Better than the crappy kind of coffee mugs that they routinely got their parents whenever they were broke.
All she needed to do was find a store that carried some decent quality baking sheets and call it a day. Maybe cookie cutters too. Saphron did have one hell of a sweet tooth that could never truly be satisfied. Five minutes without extra sweetener in tea was not an accomplishment worthy of any sort of recognition. Why her sister tried to once boast about that, she'd never know.
Why the hell am I trying to make sense of my family? The Arc family has never been known for their acts of normalcy. My great grandmother was a consort of the King of Vale once upon a time. Joan let out an amused snort. The story had been passed down through the generations; it was why she had begged her father to let her go to Beacon even though she had zero training whatsoever. She wanted to be like her great grandmother, Sophitia Arc, who was more than just a consort of the last king. She was a war hero, responsible for the retaking of Anvil and fighting off an entire Mistrali force single handed. Everything Joan wanted to be growing up. Almost everyone in her family had served as a huntsman or huntress, save for most of her sisters. The only one besides her to carry the tradition on was her sister Jade.
Soon she would join her sister in being the only ones to continue the family tradition. Joan still had three years of Beacon to live through first, before she could really call herself a huntress. At this point, it was more of a sense of just being able to prove her father wrong. He had called her weak, saying she wouldn't make it past her first day. Joan had proved him wrong so far and would continue doing so.
Maybe if he saw her now he wouldn't be so quick to judge. She had to work harder than anyone in her year to get where she was now. Her father didn't even congratulate her on her performance in the Vytal Festival last year, the stubborn mule. Not a letter, not a call, nothing.
And if he knew about anything that Joan was thinking of right now, he'd definitely put her on the disowned list for 'disgraced' family members. Right now that list consisted of just Saphron for marrying a woman. I'm really no better. I faked my transcripts and lied to get into Beacon, and I was looking at my sister's wife in less than appropriate ways. Definitely going to whatever sort of Hell awaits.
She had something to not look forward to. Might as well live out the best life before being banished for all eternity. Not that she took much stock in those sorts of words; the farming community of Anvil was as religious as they came, but she never really followed the traditions even as a child. It was part of the reason why Joan wanted to go to Beacon in the first place. She just never really fit in with her peers and yearned for something more exciting in life than plowing a field.
No, not plowing Terra. Real funny.
Definitely not plowing Saph, either. Don't even start with that.
I can almost hear the witch trial already. Joan rolled her eyes and went into the first bakery that she could find open. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked doughnuts, cakes, and breads were almost overpowering and the blonde coughed on a bit of stray flour. Still sneezing she hastily approached the young black haired man working the front and gave him a wave of greeting. "Hello. Do you guys carry any sort of baking trays or just the food?"
The raven haired man laughed and pointed across the street. "I think you're looking for over there. We just sell fresh baked goods out of the oven." Oh. Oops.
The blonde felt her face heat up with embarrassment as she looked. Murmuring a hurried apology she left the bakery and headed across the street to the shop she had so kindly been directed to. Well that was embarrassing. Nice to see that my sense of direction is still as awful as it was when I was a first year. Some things just never change.
Now inside the correct place, Joan easily found a bunch of baking supplies; trays, recipe books, baking sheets. One was a particularly popular volume, Uncommon Taste. Written by a famous mystery chef based out of Mistral, it was published about twenty years ago and became an instant hit throughout all of Remnant. The recipes inside were regarded as practical and delicious. But no one ever found out who the mystery chef ever was. All that was ever known about the author went publicly by an alias known as, "The Gourmet."
One volume of the Gourmet's recipes, something I know Saph has wanted to get her hands on for awhile. It's a pity they sell out so quickly. Otherwise I'd get a copy for Ren too. Popular, in demand, and copies went out quickly. With that popularity came the nice shiny price tag that was a little higher than she would have liked, to be perfectly frank. Still, it was for her sister and her wife, and they both coveted it for quite some time. They just never had the money for it, even with Terra working in Argus's own CCT.
Joan made her way carefully over to the cash register, arms laden with the gifts she was getting for them. "Hi."
"Hello," the redhaired woman greeted with a smile. "Is that everything for you today?"
"Yep." She placed them on the countertop and let the woman scan her items. "Been busy around here?"
"You have no idea." The woman sighed happily. "Last minute shoppers always making hurried purchases. Sometimes I get the occasional drunken lout going on about spreading Christmas cheer, but other than that, it's steady. Excellent taste, by the way." She tapped the cover of Uncommon Taste, sliding it into its own bag to prevent from getting damaged.
"That'll be 3300 lien please," she said.
"Gotcha." Joan flipped out her wallet and pulled out a small stack of cards that she had taken out of her huntress pay. While most of the funds for any missions went to the schools, second year students and higher were allowed a small percentage of the spoils. Ozpin said something about wanting to give those more successful a taste of what they could expect in the future when they graduate, minus the actual being in school aspect. It wasn't a lot compared to actual huntsman work, but it was a lot better than nothing. Even the headmaster recognized that students liked to let their hair down every once in awhile. Some more than others. Looking at a certain Yang Xiao Long. How many nightclubs was she going to get kicked out from over the course of four years?
Once everything was paid for, Joan was handed her receipt and bags. "Have a pleasant evening, and Merry Christmas!"
"Thanks! Merry Christmas!" Joan called over her shoulder on the way out the door. Back outside, she could hear a couple of carolers singing in one of the nearby parks. Snow was falling a lot heavier now; the skies were a thick blanket of white and grey, the blonde huntress straining to see ahead of her.
Oh hell. A blizzard would make its way here while I have to walk back home. Thank God for Aura to keep her warm along with her boots and jacket. She was more used to it, having to deal with harsh winters in Anvil for years before even entering Beacon. Someone like Weiss even more so, since the heiress spent most of her life in Atlas.
Ruby, on the other hand, did not fare very well in cold weather as it turned out. One of Team RWBY's assignments took them to the mountains north of Vale and she whined for weeks afterward about how freezing it was. Sounded like it was more of her issue since she wore a damn skirt all the time. Dress appropriately.
Shifting her bags to her left hand to fish her Scroll out, the blonde quickly pulled up the directions back to the apartment, breaking out into a jog. She nearly slipped on a patch of ice, only just keeping her balance. Her arms flailed wildly for a second but she caught herself before she could fall facefirst into the cold pavement. Breathing in relief she was a bit more cautious, only speed walking instead of jogging. Less likely to slip and fall. Even with Aura, she was in no mood to dust snow off of her ass in public. Especially since a few people recognized her from the Vytal Festival.
To her relief, Joan made it back to the apartment without incident. She fumbled with the doorknob, having to force her icy hands to work the damn thing properly. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and took off her coat, hanging it up. "I'm back!"
Saphron was the first to greet her with a steaming mug full of not coffee but hot chocolate instead. "Welcome back sis~! Here; this'll chase the cold away. Have a good shopping trip?"
"Definitely worthwhile." Joan nodded, sitting down next to her sister on the sofa and taking a sip. "No peeking, but know I did get you something you've wanted to get your mitts on for quite some time."
"Awww." Saph pouted. "Why must you tempt me?"
Joan looked away from those pouty lips and tried to remain looking dignified. "Because I can. Tradition about not peeking at presents and all that. I think I can provide a few books for you if you're not sure."
"Oh hardy har har." Saph rolled her eyes and playfully chucked a pillow at her, the younger sister ducking under it. "You're a real comedian."
"Hey, I manage to make you smile with my terrible sense of humor." Joan smirked behind her mug. "But seriously, I hope you guys like it. I'm kind of bad at this gift giving thing."
"Dawwww you're such a sweetie." Saphron waited until Joan had placed her mug down on the coffee table before dragging her into a big hug, the blonde huntress letting out a muffled squeak of shock. Joan noticed her face was mashed right against her sister's breasts and she turned a dark shade of red, trying to find a way out of Saph's bear grip. Unaware that she was suffocating her younger sister with her breasts, Saph ran a hand through Joan's hair with a wistful sigh. "I miss when you were an affectionate one."
Joan tapped on her sister's arm frantically, poking her head up briefly. "Air!"
"Oh! Crap, sorry!" Mercifully Saphron released her and Joan gasped for breath, fanning herself with one hand.
"Fucking hell Saph…" Joan panted out. "You nearly strangled me!"
Terra poked her head in to see what the commotion was all about and sighed. "Really, Saph? Can I take a shower without you being a handful?"
"You knew that wasn't feasible when you married me." Saph smirked. "By the way, can I come in~?"
"No." Terra narrowed her eyes and scowled. "Now get your butt in gear; we have a lot of work to do around here. Cleaning and such. You haven't even decorated the tree!"
Joan choked. "You what!?"
"Um…" Saphron scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "In my defense, I was…busy?"
"Yeah, busy mucking about." Joan snorted in disbelief.
Saphron puffed out her cheeks indignantly the same way Ruby did when she was flustered and slightly miffed about not having a comeback at the ready. "Hmph!" Her lips looked so snoggable when they were pouty.
Oh my God. Someone wake me from this nightmare.
Joan took that as an excuse to go upstairs and try to wrap the presents she had bought earlier. She did not want to get caught checking out her sister or her wife and this was a good opportunity for her to disappear for a bit. Let's try to make this less awkward than it already is.
Oh good fucking luck there. So far this was turning out to be a terrible joke without a punchline.
And somehow, it was only going to get worse. Or better, depending on how interpreted everything.
Christmas Eve, surprisingly, did not get completely derailed. There was a small mishap with the tree nearly being set on fire and the neighbors complaining about a bunch of teenagers partying until the small hours of the morning, but still.
It could be worse.
Joan didn't know how, but it could. There was always someone worse off.
The blonde huntress walked downstairs with a yawn, rubbing her eyes. It was eerily quiet in the morning and for a moment she wondered if she woke up too early again. Are they still asleep or are they just messing around?
No, no. That wasn't right. According to Saph after dinner last night, Terra was a bit of a screamer. Thanks for the information. Really appreciated while eating. Joan didn't think it was possible to choke on cranberry sauce but here she was.
If no one's up, then I'll just go back to sleep. Joan yawned again. Maybe after a cup of coffee or tea. Then she'd go back to sleep.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she realised she was wrong. Terribly wrong. And she was frozen in place with her eyes wide in some strange mix of shock and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Kneeling in front of the Christmas tree, with nothing covering their assets but bright red ribbons typically used for gift wrapping, sat Terra and Saphron. "Merry Christmas Joan~."
has stopped working.
Rebooting….
IFF active.
Warning: Heat levels abnormal.
Reactivation successful.
Following her reboot to the real world, Joan was only aware of her face being incredibly hot and she struggled to formulate words. The noise that she made was a mixture of shock and confusion, and Terra offered words of help.
"Don't just stand there. Unwrap your present."
Joan blinked.
"Come again?" she asked hoarsely, finally regaining the ability to speak. This had to be a dream.
A very sinful and lewd dream, but a dream nonetheless.
"Ooh yes we will." Terra smirked. "We'll cum again and again for you."
Joan blinked again and suddenly wished she had some sort of alcoholic beverage nearby. A conveniently placed mug of eggnog would have to do for now. "Is…what? Is this a joke or something?"
Saphron groaned and looked over at her wife. "I told you she wouldn't get it…"
"Hush." Terra silenced her with a glare and looked back at the very confused blonde huntress. "Joan. We're inviting you for a threesome."
Joan choked and spat out eggnog.
"W-what?" she rasped. "Did I hear you correctly?"
"You did. Joan, I've seen you looking at us. You have no understanding of the word, 'subtlety'," Terra deadpanned. "You're high strung and there's no better way to clear your mind than by getting laid."
Joan felt herself become uncomfortable in her tight jeans and didn't exactly know how to respond to that. For one, she wasn't even sure if she was as in the closet as her sister said. Even if she was, why would she offer herself and her wife for the sole purpose of getting her sister some action?
Oh God, so this is what arousal is like. Joan's mind was melting the more she looked at Terra's generous bust. Now that she was aware of it being not some stupid prank, she took the time to at least admire the older woman's assets. They are quite nice. Not unnecessarily big. I wonder what they feel like. As soft as they look?
"Joan, my eyes are up here." Terra smirked.
"Eep!" Joan jumped. Was it rude to look too long? She didn't have the first clue what she was doing in regards to sex. The blonde was a complete novice at this.
"She's only teasing you." Saphron laughed. "Don't worry; we'll walk you through it~."
Joan could only meep.
Joan let out a weak moan as Terra's tongue languidly swirled around her swollen clit, the blonde arching her back as she felt teeth scrape lightly against her button. "T-terra, haaaa~…"
Terra's stare met hers evenly and she broke away briefly to nibble at Joan's trembling thighs, planting a few gentle kisses. Seeing as it was her first time, both Saphron and Terra promised to be gentle with her, not going too far and making sure she wasn't uncomfortable.
While Terra was between her legs pleasuring her, Saphron was lying down on the right side of her caressing her breasts. Every now and then her older sister would lean in to steal a kiss or two, but for the most part she was content to lazily rub and squeeze her breasts. "How does it feel, sis~?"
Joan couldn't answer; she just felt Terra's tongue push its way into her and she let out a shameful moan as her virginity was taken by her sister's wife. It was so damn wrong, but at the same time it felt so fucking good. To hell with how others viewed it. If it was a sin to enjoy sex in this kind of manner, then she was guilty as charged.
Saphron's lips met hers again, this time her older sister's tongue prodding at her lips. Dimly, Joan allowed entry and her oral cavern was thoroughly explored by her sister, her own weak licks unable to do anything against the barrage.
The two blondes enjoyed their sloppy kiss and Joan wrapped her legs around Terra's head, driving her in deeper. The tanned woman gripped onto the huntress's thighs and massaged them as her tongue poked and prodded at her, humming at the taste of Joan's nectar.
Saphron pulled her lips away with a lazy wink, nibbling along Joan's jaw. The nibbles went lower to her neck and those turned into messy kisses. Joan's tongue rolled out of the corner of her mouth and she whimpered with pleasure. She could feel something building up in her core, begging for release, and the youngest Arc arched her back with wide eyes as Terra's tongue hit a bundle of sensitive nerves. Her mouth was open in a silent cry of shock and Terra grinned.
She had found her sweet spot. Pun not intended.
Joan's mind went blank as Terra's tongue thrust into her, the blonde losing any sense of shame as she came. Terra didn't move until Joan had collapsed on her back with loud gasps for air. The blonde huntress could only watch as Terra and Saphron shared the most arousing kiss Joan had ever witnessed, passing the taste of her fluids back and forth.
"My my, not a bad taste." Saphron licked her lips. She snuggled closer to her sister and ran her hands down toned legs, squeezing along the way. "Enjoy yourself?"
Joan nodded wordlessly. There was no way for her to put into words just what she had experienced. Being able to speak was too much effort; the blonde felt lighter than ever before and she tried to croak out a reply.
"You know what we call this?" Saphron purred.
Joan shook her head.
"Fucked silly. You needed it." Terra rested her head on Joan's heaving chest. "But…the fun doesn't have to stop here, you know."
Somehow, even though it was guaranteed that she would be unconscious by the time they were done, it made it all the better.
A/N: And that's all the shame I can bring myself to write. Honestly, this is one that goes in the Corner of Shame. I find it hard to believe that I reached this state of depravity.
Then again, I've also lost my ability to care.
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