A/N: Tadah, one of the other three Submarine fics I mentioned earlier this month~ I-168 is always an interesting one to write, both because of her tsundere personality but also her history (being the Submarine who sunk Yorktown and Hammann). Opens the door to some yuri lewds, perhaps~

Also for clarification, I-168 will be using her kimono/festival skin in this one.

That said, enjoy~


Festival Romance

''Here's the stuff you wanted, Commander.''

''Ah, thanks Iroha. Just put it over there.''

The Commander smiled as I-168 – more commonly known by her name Iroha – complied, grunting as she set down the stack of papers on his desk. Then with a flourish the tsundere meandered back over to her own desk, picking up her pen and scribbling away at some other document with a haughty look on her face.

Humming to himself the Commander returned to his own work. The mood at the base had been quite high the past few weeks thanks to a recent string of victories against the Sirens, regaining control of most of the Atlantic ocean barring the furthest zones and the northern, more arctic areas. As such a festival was being organised to celebrate it, with many fireworks being provided by the Dragon Empery as thanks for the aid lent to them so very often, on account of the low number of Ship-Girls in their employ.

In contrast, however, Iroha looked distinctly... displeased.

He wasn't quite sure why. However as he worked he paid more attention to her motions, picking up on her more subtler tells. From how she peeked up at him, openly stared, and then huffed when he didn't return her gaze. How she went over to the coffee machine and made a brew, only to pout when he said nothing, not even asking for a cup. How she walked around the room for seemingly no reason, yet growing dour when he didn't react.

And soon Iroha approached his desk, laid down a stack of papers... and then didn't leave.

He waited, blinking slightly in befuddlement – and when he looked up, he found Iroha pouting severely, dramatic tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

''P... Pay attention to me~!'' The Submarine finally exclaimed, wailing and waving her arms in frustration befitting of a tsundere such as her.

''Ah...? Is that what this is about...?''

''Y-You KNEW?!''

''You were fidgeting a lot.'' The Commander chuckled sheepishly. ''I thought something was bothering you, but didn't want to ask.''

''W-Why not?!'' Iroha squawked.

''Because when I do you get all embarrassed and refuse to tell me.'' He pointed out, tone dry. ''And don't deny it.''

Iroha shut herself up mid-way through denying it, settling instead for a puffy-cheeked pout. ''Mn~! Still, you should pay more attention to me! It's been days and you've done nothing more than say goodnight to me!''

''I give you a goodnight kiss before bed every night.'' He noted.

Iroha blushed deeply. ''T-That doesn't count!''

The Commander let out a fond, exasperated sigh. He could tell his secretary-come-girlfriend was just feeling needy, since he normally lavished her with a lot of attention only to suddenly give her none when work got intense. It was unavoidable, really, but he understood that she just wanted him to spend some more time with her outside of the office. Thankfully, he had an idea in mind that would put her at ease.

''Mm. Sorry for neglecting you like this, Iroha.'' He said softly, reaching a hand out to her. She pouted but took it, blushing when he weaved his fingers between hers, holding her hand. ''I'll make it up to you on the festival, how about that? Just you and me; we can make a date of it.''

The thought darkened the blush on Iroha's cheeks and she looked aside, hiding the pleased flush that coloured her cheeks. ''That... would be adequate compensation, I guess.''

Giving her hand a squeeze the Commander leaned back into his desk, making a mental note to spoil her during the upcoming festival.

X-x-X

Two days later, and the festival arrived with a bang. Quite the literal one, at that.

BANG~!

''Ooh, look at that one!''

''Ahh, it's so pretty...''

Numerous voices, awed and impressed, cooed as hued shadows washed over them. Fireworks popped and exploded overhead, varying in shades and colours and always succeeding to wow the crowds walking below, passing under the flashing lights and between the stalls laden with trinkets and food.

The Commander smiled warmly as he walked passed said stalls, having abandoned his usual white outfit in favour of a blue yukata and hakama, the clothing looser and more comfortable and much more fitting for the occasional. And as promised by his side was Iroha, the much shorter girl walking by his side with her hand in his, cheeks pink whenever she noticed that little fact.

She had abandoned her own usual outfit, her swimsuit having been replaced by a white yukata that fitted her nicely, a much more flowing red-pink kimono thrown over it – the size big enough that it frequently slipped off of her slim shoulders, prompting Iroha to tug it back up. The black skirt she wore hid enough to be modest but not enough to cover her slim thighs fully, allowing a cool breeze to tease her legs, keeping her cool in the warm weather.

''Mmph...'' And currently his girlfriend was munching on some dango.

''Where do you wanna go next?'' The Commander asked her lightly, looking around. They'd already gone to a fair few stalls, both of games and food, but the night was far from over yet.

Taking the time to chew and swallow her food Iroha hummed, audibly gulping down her sweet treat before speaking. ''Hmph. Over there sounds good.''

Punctuating her words the Submarine pointed over at a stall across the dirt walkway, and with a light hum he complied, holding her hand as they weaved through the crowds towards it. When they arrived at the assembled stall he realised it was a shooting range; various targets sliding about on a moving target range and with pellet guns available for patrons to use.

''Five bucks for five shots in thirty seconds.'' Salt Lake City, the owner, smirked at him. ''Wanna give it a shot, Commander?''

''Sure.'' He laid down ten, nudging the other gun over to Iroha. ''Think you can get more than me?''

''Hmph. Of course.'' The Submarine smirked and devoured the last of her dango, a spark of haughty competitiveness in her eyes as she picked it up.

Smiling at the sight he hefted up his own pellet gun, shouldering it – and with a slight kick it fired, the trigger pulling easily and shooting a pellet dead-centre through one of the targets. He moved his aim slightly to the left and took another shot, only to miss. Thanks to the fact Iroha sniped it first.

In response he aimed down and sniped another one, knocking down a target and taking out the one just to the right of it before Iroha could take that one, causing her to miss too – relishing the indignant squawk that escaped her. She paid him back however, her gunnery skills showing itself as she pinged two more, missing the centre but still hitting her mark. Thus with his last shot he aimed, and fired just as Iroha did the same.

Both their pellets ended up hitting the same target, knocking it out... and making it a draw. Of sorts, anyway.

''Not bad.'' Salt Lake whistled, impressed. ''Mighty fine aim you two got.''

''Thanks. Which one of us won?'' The Commander inquired, handing his gun back.

Salt Lake murmured a 'one sec' and went over to the knocked out targets, checking where the pellets landed – with dead-centre naturally giving the most points. It took only a few seconds but Iroha looked mighty impatient, her head already held high as she expected her win.

''...you did, Commander.'' Salt Lake eventually concluded. ''By only five points too. Not bad at all. You wanna pick a prize?''

The Commander couldn't quite hide his smile when Iroha pouted, crossing her arms and petulantly looking away – perhaps reasonably upset that she, a Ship-Girl, lost to a human. Shaking his head at that he ran his eyes over the prizes hanging from the top of the stall, gazing past the various teddy bears and mecha figures and oddly-placed shrimps with top hats, before finally settling on one in particular.

''That one.'' He nodded at the plush toy in question, earning a knowing smirk from Salt Lake City.

Turned away as she was Iroha was oblivious, perhaps not wanting to get jealous at seeing his winnings and preventing herself from doing so... only for the Submarine to squeak when something soft poked her cheek, tempting her to look. And come face-to-face with a plush dolphin.

''Here.'' The Commander said warmly, nudging it against her. ''My apology for not paying more attention to you.''

''Ah... t-thanks...'' Iroha blushed a cute red hue as she accepted the toy, cuddling it to her chest – her embarrassed visage failing to hide the genuine happiness shining in her eyes.

The Commander chuckled, kissing her on the cheek and earning a quick kiss back in response; a bold move given how shy she was about showing affection in public. Considering that a sign he'd been forgiven the Commander led her further down the winding streets, making his way towards some more dango stalls just within sight.

The way she leaned on him as she walked confirmed that yes, he'd most certainly been forgiven.

X-x-X

A little over an hour later the two of them returned back to his private quarters on the edge of the base, tuckered out from their late-night adventure.

''Haah~'' The Commander exhaled as entered the bedroom; wasting no time in flopping down onto the sheets, the coolness of them only making them more inviting.

Iroha followed at a more sedated pace, the dolphin plush still held in one hand and her bag of assorted snacks held in her other hand; the latter finding itself placed upon his desk whilst the former joined its several other fluffy companions by the headboard of the bed, her collection of stuffed animals growing by the day. Though as a tsundere she would stubbornly deny she wasn't building a collection, much in the same way a harem protagonist would deny they were starting a harem.

''Not sure about you, but I'm about ready for bed.'' The Commander remarked lightly, rolling over onto his back.

Iroha's cute face entered his line-of-sight as she sat down next to him, cheeks a cute pink and her red eyes demure, sliding over to him. ''Actually... I don't wanna go to bed yet.''

''Hm?'' The Commander slowly sat up on his elbows.

His girlfriend squirmed, cheeks aflame as she met his eyes. Then without breaking eye contact she grasped her oversized pink-red kimono and eased it off of her shoulders, the cloth sliding over her creamy flesh, revealing said shoulders to him. The implication she presented wasn't lost on him, warming his own cheeks and tempting him to sit up on his knees.

Iroha's cheeks burned and she dipped her chin, embarrassed... before slowly she let her eyes shut, lifting her head. The Commander gently laid his fingers upon her chin and held it, guiding her as he leaned in – and with a soft, delicate smooch, he kissed her. It was far from their first but it was delicate all the same, fully aware of how gently she liked it.

''Mm...'' Iroha shivered as his hand left her chin, both of his hands moving over and holding her slim shoulders. ''Mhaah...''

The Commander savoured the soft, cute sounds he coaxed out of Iroha, knowing that it was only here in the privacy of their home that she would drop her guard and let him see the real her; the easily-flustered, demure girl hidden behind a tsundere mask. He rewarded that behaviour; helping her relax by rubbing her shoulders and earning a slight smile from Iroha, the next kiss a little more intense than the ones before it.

Then they drew apart with a brief exhale, eyes locking. A trembling smile was all that Iroha needed to tell him how she felt, luring him in and tempting him to press his lips back against hers, tilting his head slightly in the process – the more novel kiss earning a mewl from the Submarine girl. Tentatively she laid her own hands upon his shoulders and started to kiss him back, pushing into the kiss and running her hands down to his chest, tugging his yukata open and running her hands over the bare chest beneath.

''Hah...'' Iroha breathed as she drew back from the kiss, shuddering when his hands slid away from her shoulders, moving more towards her neck.

Once his fingers brushed against it he went for the little ribbon around her neck, deftly untying it before moving his hands down to her stomach, undoing her obi sash as well. Without it tying her yukata shut it started to spill open, revealing the bare stomach beneath, hastened by the hands that slipped into her yukata and nudged it open.

Biting her bottom lip Iroha mewled through pursed lips, shutting her eyes again as their lips met in a kiss, muffling her cute voice more. His hands ran up her front until he found her breasts, his hands cupping them from below and his fingers sinking into her soft, doughy flesh. While she was on the smaller end of the spectrum she wasn't flat; and what she did have was more than enough to grope and tease.

''Ahh...'' A soft moan weaselled its way out of Iroha's throat, confirming that fact.

The Commander smiled into the kiss, shifting his hands and tracing circles around her pinkish nipples with his thumbs, loving the way it made Iroha shudder and moan. He flicked the little nubs a moment later, pressing down on them soon after and rolling them about, teasing her small boobs a bit.

His right hand however soon left her breasts, sliding down. Without her obi sash on her yukata was barely hanging on, slipping off down to her waist with a little nudging from him, revealing the white underwear she was wearing. He didn't mind the plain style, his hand tickling her pelvis as he ran his fingers down it, gazing into her eyes right up until his hand dipped into her underwear.

''Mn...'' Iroha tensed up a little, pursing her lips as his hand cupped her pussy.

The Commander lifted his other hand, tilting her chin up and gently claiming her lips, devouring her soft moan. He stroked her puffy folds gently, just getting her used to his touch before slowly easing a single finger inside of her – intimately feeling her heat clench around the invading digit. She squirmed but made no noise; moaning only when a second finger pushed inside of her, the two fingers curling slightly as he worked them knuckle-deep inside of the Submarine girl.

Then he slid a third finger in. It was more than he usually used, coaxing a gasp out of Iroha, but he soothed her with a kiss to her forehead; his hand sliding up to the back of her head and tugging her forwards until she was leaning on his shoulder. The Submarine blushed at the intimacy but leaned into it, her breath hot against his shoulder as she willingly rested against him, his three fingers pumping into her pussy.

''Mm... ah... h-hyaah...'' Iroha breathed and groaned, her cute voice trembling when his fingertips stroked a sensitive spots within her.

When it became apparent she felt no pain from the triple-fingering the Commander began to move his digits more intently, thrusting them in-and-out much quicker. Iroha gasped and her slim thighs trembled, shutting around his hand and smothering it with her warm thighs. The lewd sensation only encouraged him to work his fingers more; eagerly getting her off and listening to her moan into his shoulder.

''A-Ah... Commander... not so fast, you dummy...'' Iroha breathed into his neck, whimpering when his thumb slid up and rubbed her clit. ''A-Ah, not there...!''

''Ssh.'' He soothed her, rubbing the back of her head. ''Just enjoy it.''

Iroha mewled, hips trembling from the unrelenting assault of pleasure, but with a shy nod she obeyed – resisting the urge to make him stop, to give herself time to breathe. A smile worked its way onto his face at that and he carefully leaned down, guiding her chin up with his free hand; and with a soft moan from Iroha he sealed their lips together, muffling her shuddering voice.

The Submarine looped her arms around his shoulders, her lips parting away from his long enough to suck in a much-needed breath before she mashed her lips against his again, moaning into his mouth as he curled his fingers again. The tip of his digits probed and rubbed at her weak spots, all too familiar with them after many prior sessions like this; allowing him to tease her just enough to make her gasp but not enough to cum too quickly.

He wanted her to enjoy it, after all.

''Myn~'' Breaking off the kiss Iroha buried her face back into his neck, gasping out hot breaths against it. ''A-Ah...''

Wetness around his fingers tempted the Commander to scissor them apart, intimately feeling her hot inner walls press down upon his probing fingers, squeezing them tightly. He wormed his fingers about regardless, ceasing his thrusts in favour of 'exploring' a little, of touching and probing about and coaxing out no small number of gasps and moans from his lover, all of them brushing up his neck and into his ear.

Flicking her clit again made Iroha buckle, her grip on him tightening – she was close. The thought tempted the Commander to resume pumping his three fingers into her hot sex, pushing back against the clamping inner walls that fruitlessly tried to grip his digits, her honey dribbling down his fingers as he pleasured her with them, tempting him to move his fingers more and more until eventually-

''M-Mmph! C-Command- kya!''

-Iroha came. Her inner walls smothered his fingers and her juices squirted out around his digits, soaking his hand as he continued pumping them into her quivering folds. His palm smacked against her pelvis as her hips buckled, shaking so powerfully his fingers slipped out, tempting him to press them against her puffy folds and rub them passionately – the added pleasure dragging out her orgasm for that little bit longer, extracting more hot gasps from his lover.

''H-Haah! Mm!'' A sharp jerk traversed through Iroha when he stopped abruptly, causing a tumbling moan to arise from her throat a moment later.

The Commander smiled, withdrawing his hand from between her legs and lifting it up, admiring the slick sheen of juices that coated three of his fingers. Fingers that he then popped into his mouth, sucking them clean right in her face.

''A-Ah...'' Iroha went crimson, looking aside. ''Y-You pervert...''

The Commander chuckled lightly, rubbing her hips and turning a curious gaze onto her, the silence lasting for only a short few moments before he spoke.

''Wanna take it further?'' He suggested lightly, groping her butt. ''It's been a while.''

Sex was always a bit of a tricky thing for them. Mainly thanks to Iroha's small frame and his large size, which made fitting him in her a snug fit at best. The first time they did it he couldn't even fit all of it inside her despite copious amounts of foreplay and preparation. Thus, despite the lengthy amount of time they had been dating, actually doing it was something of a rarity.

A rarity that Iroha seemed ready to indulge in. ''H-Hmph... of course...''

Smiling reassuringly at Iroha the Commander shifted slightly, his hands settling on her waist and guiding her hips into position, her underwear swiftly discarded off one leg. Then he shifted his hands down and tucked his thumbs into his hakama, loosening them and pushing them down his legs, his boxers soon facing the same fate; allowing his cock to spring free.

Despite having seen it more than a few times – and having sucked it equally as many times – Iroha still blushed furiously at the sight of his shaft, her lips pursing together as she quelled an embarrassed squeak. He smiled and took the time to rub her thighs, soothing her and earning a pout from his lover. A pout that melted into a shy smile when he smooched her nose, calming down and getting more in the mood.

''Mn...'' Iroha blushed as she laid two fingers on her puffy folds and spread them apart, allowing him to guide the tip of his cock against her entrance.

The Commander shuddered as the head of his cock slid along her wet sex, the heat tempting him to guide the tip in, and let Iroha lower her hips down. Searing heat smothered the head of his cock in an instant, her tightness only growing as she got past the head and enveloped his shaft, inch after inch of his girth disappearing between her glistening folds until two-thirds of his cock fitted inside of her.

''Mn...'' The Submarine shuddered at the fullness, her hand slipping up to her pelvis and rubbing it. ''It doesn't hurt, but... i-it feels really big...''

''It always does.'' The Commander teasingly said, kissing her cheek. ''You okay to move?''

''Of course.'' Iroha mumbled, her tsundere side showing through.

The Commander hummed, moving his hands around to her cute butt and groping it, giving it a little squeeze. The teasing touch made Iroha moan, her hips lifting up and her womanhood squeezing his cock like a vice, the ungodly tightness coaxing a groan out of his throat. The sound darkened Iroha's cheeks and tempted her to pull him into a clumsy kiss, muffling their voices as she started to bounce on his cock.

Her prior orgasm had mercifully loosened her up a bit, her vaginal walls slick as his cock slid between them, though that benefit was nullified by the tight grip she had on him, her insides searing his nerves with their heat. He quelled his groans and focused more on her however, his fingers alternating between groping or rubbing her ass, his hands sliding over her body and gradually stripping her bare, leaving her naked before him.

''Ahh...'' Iroha moaned, her head slowly tipping back – exposing her vulnerable throat to him.

A vulnerability he teasingly exploited, his lips making contact with her throat and kissing it. Iroha gasped at first but her voice melted into a stuttering, aroused moan a moment later, his lips sliding up her throat and around to her neck, kissing at her jugular even as his own hips started to rise up, pushing his cock into her honeyed sex and prying her innermost parts apart, allowing him to fit his final few inches inside her.

The Submarine whimpered at the fullness; her pussy just barely able to fit his full size. Yet the overwhelming fullness only aroused Iroha more, a string of moans tumbling out of her mouth as she worked her hips more, getting herself down his cock with jerky rolls of her hips, every little bit of friction amplified by how sensitive she still was post-orgasm.

''Mm!'' And with a jerk of her hips she slapped herself down with more vigour than before; gasping in pleasure at the raw intensity of it and eagerly repeating the motion.

The Commander groaned, one hand coming up and tangling his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her head and pulling it down – allowing him to reconnect their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Iroha moaned into it, her pelvis slapping down against his as his thick cock snugly fit within her tight pussy, her vaginal walls squeezing him every inch of the way. His lover got more into it by the moment, the pleasure getting to her and numbing any discomfort she felt.

His own upwards thrusts prodded her cervix with the tip of his dick, never failing to coax out a hot moan or little gasp from the Submarine in his lap, her lips frequently mashing against his in clumsy, needy kisses, muting her embarrassing voice.

''Ah...'' Their lips broke apart, and a shuddering exhale escaped Iroha as he prodded her lips with his tongue – tempting the Submarine to let her own tongue out, their wet appendages prodding each other's.

Then their lips reconnected, and a hot moan escaped Iroha as they continued tongue-kissing between their mouths. Their tongues wrestled and fought between their sealed lips as she impaled herself on his throbbing cock, her pussy becoming tighter and tighter as the pleasure ate at her-

''M-Mmph~!'' When suddenly Iroha squealed into the kiss, her body seizing up and her pussy strangling his cock as she orgasmed.

The Commander groaned at the feeling, both hands grabbing her waist and holding her still, his own hips continuing to thrust up into her dripping folds and drag out her powerful, hip-jerking orgasm, her sweet voice muffled by the kiss.

Rubbing her waist with his thumbs he slowed his thrusts in tandem with Iroha's waning orgasm, gradually letting her down until as one they stopped; and with an explosive moan Iroha broke off the kiss and collapsed onto his chest, gasping.

''Ah, t-that...'' She had to swallow the saliva in her mouth. ''T-That was...''

''Amazing?'' He cheekily inquired.

Iroha blushed, demurely peeking up at him. ''M... Maybe...''

The Commander chuckled, leaning down and kissing her. Iroha pulled away from the kiss after just a moment, however; pouting.

''You didn't finish, did you...?'' The lack of sticky warmth in her told of that much.

''Not yet.'' The Commander sheepishly confirmed.

Iroha's pout only deepened at that, her flushed cheeks puffing out petulantly, said emotion directed at herself for cumming so soon – though he could hardly blame her, given he'd riled her up before they did the deed. A kiss to the cheek and a grope of her butt confirmed that opinion to her, and when he gently lifted her up and off his cock Iroha didn't resist, her cheeks burning as she let him lay her down flat on the sheets.

The Commander shifted on top of her, smiling down at his nude lover; eyes roaming over her slim shoulders, her demure breasts, her smooth stomach and her glistening folds. He grasped her creamy thighs and opened up her legs, moving between them and soon grasping his cock with one hand, lining himself up with her pussy.

And then with a tight sigh he pushed in. Searing heat, wet walls, addictive grip; all of it was familiar yet still succeeded in coaxing out a groan of pleasure from his throat. Iroha felt the penetration much more intensely than he himself, crying out as her sensitive inner walls were pushed apart once more, having orgasm less than a mere minute ago.

''Oh~!'' She moaned out, her lithe fingers curling in and gripping the sheets above her head. ''Commander!''

The Commander let out a lustful groan, grasping her hips and rearing his hips back, leaving just the tip in – before he plunged it back in. The slight roughness coaxed a gasping moan out of Iroha, her red eyes adorably wide before they screwed tightly shut, pleasure washing over her delicate visage as he began to fuck her in earnest.

Slow, erratic slaps of flesh began to echo with it, his cock sheathing itself entirely within her puffy folds and hitting at her cervix, the deep penetration sending a jerk up Iroha's body repeatedly. With one hand on the bed to keep himself upright the Commander laid his other on her right breast, feeling it up and giving it passionate gropes, his thumb teasing her nipple playfully and making her mewl all the more.

''Mm! Mm!'' Iroha shook her head side-to-side, gasping when he hit a sweet spot within her. ''I... I-I can't...!''

She was already getting close to cumming again, the Commander realised in the back of his mind. The thought aroused him immensely, his hips plunging forth with growing ravenousness, smacking his pelvis loudly against hers and burying himself up to the hilt within her velvety tunnel, filling every inch of her with his cock. The Submarine cried out at that, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist.

She pulled him into her, heels digging into his lower back and begging for more – and more the Commander gave, losing himself in the heat of passion and pumping in-and-out of her glistening hole, the wet claps of flesh resounding louder and louder.

''Ah! C-Command- kya! Hyah~!'' Iroha cried, seizing up. ''Commander!''

Tight flesh clenched around him, and at last the Commander reached orgasm – hot cum erupting from his cock and flooding Iroha's quivering insides. It spurted out in hot splats, painting her insides white and pumping up into her womb, each spurt punctuated by another rough thrust, hitting her cervix and shooting directly into it. The feeling alone prolonged Iroha's second orgasm, her seizing muscles jerking and her toes and fingers all curling tight, her mouth hanging wide open.

And then with one last thrust the Commander buried his cock into her, stayed still for several hot seconds, and then relaxed. ''Haah...''

Iroha shuddered, letting out a moan as her own muscles relaxed – though powerful shudders and twitches still coursed through her body. As they came down from their mutual highs their lips found each other's; moans escaping Iroha as they started making out while he was still balls-deep in her, his shaft twitching against her walls.

''Mm... is it a safe day...?'' The Commander murmured questioningly.

Iroha froze. ''Ah... um...''

The Commander flushed a little, chuckling. ''Let's worry about it in the morning, alright?''

Squirming the Submarine nodded, red eyes peeking up at him. He smiled and kissed her on the lips, soothing her anxieties, telling her that it would be alright.

''Let's just have this night to ourselves.'' He whispered into her ear.

Iroha had barely whispered an agreement before his face was in her neck, making her moan sweetly as he teased her up again.

And within the minute he would have her face-down in the bed and his cock buried in her sloppy sex, making babies with her until they passed out early in the morning.

[END]