So, I know I said I'd finish the rest of the Lucky Star girl's day with this chapter, but I can't. Now I want to do a chapter for each of the girl's point of views that evening (or pairings, I should say.) That way, I won't have to write, say, thirty pages just to reach the end of the day. It wasn't my intention to let it get this long, but hey, more story is never a bad thing.
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Okay, now on to the love!
Chapter 6
"Well….here it is."
Not far from the center of town and as the sun began its gradual decent into darker shades of orange, a few people walked down the street under the sign of an all night Laundromat, with living quarter above on the second floor. Its green neon lights in the window, always on, was always a beacon for Patricia when venturing home.
It hadn't been more than a quarter mile away from their last stop in the bookstore, yet the change in energy of the people around them and the dimness of the city lights made the distance feel more like they had taken a journey.
What makes a journey feel like a journey is when someone says, "Here we are." or something along those lines. True, Hiyori felt this way, but she never would have guessed this was their stop. Not in a lifetime.
"Wait.." Hiyori glanced at the building in front of her, then at Patricia. Her face was relaxed in a contented smile at the sight of her home in the city; her place of rest. "…You don't mean to tell me you live her."
Patricia gave Hiyori a look as if that was a weird question. "Well, yeah I do." she said, giggling and poking Hiyori in the cheek. "Why the funny look?"
"It's just…" she brushed the taller girl's hand away gently and looked back at the building. "…It's just…I wasn't expecting you to live above a Laundromat." she said.
"Well, I am a single gal living alone, working part time." she said in a matter of fact tone.
"Yeah…I know…" Hiyori said. "…Sorry, I wasn't trying to imply anything."
"Nah, it's cool." Patricia said. "Besides, this neighborhood is pretty nice. The people who own the place live in the apartment next to mine, and they take care of the place really well. Want to go inside?"
"Yeah, okay."
They walked inside and felt the assault of bright phlorescent lighting flooding the establishment as the humming sound of washers and dryers stacked together by the walls and in aisles droned on their one note songs in unison. A few people inside were either throwing clothes inside a machine or taking them out. What really impressed Hiyori was how clean, well kept, up to date, and well furnished the place was. A large flat screen TV up in the corner ceiling, vending machines that looked well stocked and new, and even a charging counter for computers and mobile devices with a sigh that indicated free wifi for customers.
"Nice place, huh." Patricia said.
Hiyori nodded as she was led through the building to a door in the back. "It somehow has a corporate feeling…like a fancy dry cleaners for business men."
"You're a lot closer than you think." Patricia said. "The do dry cleaning here too. I get my cosplay outfits cleaned for free here." She looked around, then whispered in Hiyori's ear, "I think the owner likes me."
Hiyori choked. She hadn't expected that. "That's….that's kind of awkward." she stuttered, but a strange feeling compelled her to ask, "You don't have to do anything…uh…weird for him, do you, Patty?"
"Not him." Patricia said, giggling. "It's actually a her. To answer your question, no I don't." She opened the door, revealing a tight staircase in the back.
"That's good…" Hiyori sighed with relief, her cheeks looking a little rosy. For some reason, something other than potential disgust filled her conscious. Pangs, or even slight tinges of jealousy had subsided, making the sense of relief that much sweeter. "..I uh….may have thought different about you if you had."
Patricia looked up through the stairs to check if anyone was coming down from the second floor. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she cupped a hand around Hiyori's ear and whispered much more quietly this time, "To tell you the truth, I've thought about once or twice before."
Hiyori back away and gave Patricia a shocked look. She wasn't too shocked that Patricia had a libido as much as she did, but that she had considered the same sex to be a possibility for herself. That aspect of her culture was by far not new or strange to her, considering many of her more popular doujins were of that genre. Patricia just never stuck her as the type. She had always thought American girls were straight and narrow like the supposed cowboys they had married. Her sense of America was no doubt skewed by ignorance.
"You?" she whispered hoarsely, "You did?"
Patricia looked confused by that reaction. "What?" she asked, "I figured you of all people would be used to this kind of thing."
"Well, yeah but…" Hiyori looked away and rubbed her cheek with a finger, face a little red. "…I didn't think you…well, you know…thought, uh..like that."
"You are really silly." Patricia laughed, now walking slowly up the stairs. "It's not like that or anything….I just think this lady is…well, pretty. I honestly don't know how else to describe her."
Hiyori walked behind her and asked, "Is she really…that pretty?" It was impossible, but when Patricia ran a hand down her bottom to flatten her skirt while walking up the stairs, Hiyori couldn't help but cover her nose in anticipation. Those slender porcelain white legs were nearly stunning, and Hiyori suddenly felt a feeling aof physical inferiority."….Character print…." she thought to herself.
The blonde stopped at the door to the second floor and asked in a sly and mischievous tone,, "Do you want to meet her? I haven't seen her in a while, but she might be here right now before she has to leave for work."
"What?" Hiyori looked away and blushed. "Well….I mean…I dunno…Maybe, since she has to be that pretty…"
Patricia opened the door with one hand and grabbed Hiyori's wrist with the other. "Come on!" she said excitedly, pulling the other girl into a well furnished hallway. Only four room doors occupied the hallway, and one of them had a plaque indicating it was the landlord's apartment. They stopped in front of the door, and Patricia pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. "Here." Patricia handed Hiyori the piece of fabric. "You'll want to hold this."
Hiyori accepted it. "Am I really going to need this?" she asked, holding it up.
The blonde nodded slowly, her blue mischievous eyes ready to see what could possibly happen next. She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds.
A response from someone inside answered back. "Who is it?" a woman asked.
"Patricia-san!" Patricia said to the door. "Are you busy?"
The sound of a chain being undone coupled with a big yawn from inside occurred before the door swung slowly open. In front of the two girls was a tall, very slim but healthy looking woman wearing a lace tank and very low riding lace underwear which revealed her prominent hip bones close together. Her small but supple breasts perked through the thin material hanging on her shoulders, and her waist length black hair was a mess all over. She kept adjusting her glasses on her face that covered very soft eyes with her hand that drew their eyes up and down her slender arms.
It was only a few seconds before Hiyori brought the handkerchief she had in her hand up to her nose and looked away.
"Oh, hey-ya, Patty-chan. It's been a while….like almost a month or something…. Where've you been? Out working?" she turned a bit to see the figure of a shorter, but slim and rather cute girl with long black hair and glasses much like hers. "Are you okay? Is this a friend of yours?" the lady asked, sounding sleepy as she rubbed her eyes.
Patricia, nodded shaking her hand casually in the air in a wave. "It's just allergies." she said. "I think she forgot to take medicine today."
The woman thought it odd that someone would have Fall allergies. She had only heard of Spring allergies, but quickly dismissed the thought. "Hey, do you want some medicine?" she asked the unknown girl, now turning around and walking back into her apartment. "Why don't you two come on in. Don't worry about your shoes."
The back view didn't help. Her small but firmly raised bottom bounced slightly back and forth as she walked, the very top shadow of her backside's crease peeking out through the top of her underwear. Hiyori felt herself choking as she tilted her head back. Patricia gently pushed her inside and looked at Hiyori with a smirk and her tongue sticking out.
They both sat down in a couch in the living room with a large TV. In the center of the living room was a very expensive laptop, and in the corner of the room a vert expensive looking desktop. The living room was connected to the kitchen in the other room with two doors by the refrigerator. No doubt one was the bathroom and one was the bedroom.
The lady came back with a small glass of water and two very small white pills in her hand. She held them out for Hiyori, and she reluctantly took them in order to keep up appearances. "Thanks.." she sighed, feeling a little awkward as she removed the handkerchief from her nose. "…sorry about that."
"That's totally cool." The lady said. She appeared very young, maybe college student age, but appeared much more laded back in her demeanor. "You go to school with Patty?" she asked, looking at the two girls in uniform.
Patricia put her arm around Hiyori's shoulder and squeezed her close, poking her blushing cheeks. "Yep, she's my buddy!" Hiyori just nodded, feeling shy.
"Hey, that's great!" she said. "I was always wondering if you'd ever bring company back home with you."
"Somehow, that sounded kinda dirty, Nobue-san." Patricia joked.
Nobue smirked. "Yeah, I know." she said, causing Hiyori more consternation. "So, what's your name?"
"Uh…Tamura…Tamura Hiyori." she said, stuttering.
She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Tamura-san…..Tamura….Tama…Tama!" her eyes beamed through her glasses as she became excited. "Tama-chan! Hey, can I call you Tama-chan?"
"Uh…sure…if you really want to." Hiyori said.
"Sweet." Nobue said with a smile. She slowly got up again and stood, stretching.
Patricia asked, "Did we wake you up?"
"It's cool." she yawned while walking towards one of the doors. "I just got up for work just now." She entered the room with the door open, leaving Patricia and Hiyori to exchange knowing glances. "I'm gonna have to head out in a minute, but you two can feel free to hang out here if you want."
"How's the night job?" Patricia hollered out towards the door.
The woman answered back, "Pretty good! I got a commission assignment last week, so all I'm doing is having dinner with potential clients."
"Sounds like an easy job."
She emerged from the room wearing suit pants and a nice formal threaded shirt, unbuttoned. A matching jacket slung over her shoulder with her hair held back tight with a hair band. Somehow, she had went from morning indecency to almost formal presence in less than a minute. Hiyori thought this lady had to have been a pro at whatever she did.
"Who do you work for?" Hiyori asked.
She smiled while slipping her shoes on at the door. "A software company." she said. "I just beta test updates."
"Sounds kinda cool." Hiyori said.
"Eh…it's pretty boring as hell." she said, adjusting her glasses again. "It helps pay the extra bills and lets me save up for cool stuff I want."
Hiyori guessed that's where the computers and TV had come from. There was no way an owner of a Laundromat was making money like this, even if the establishment was this nice.
"Don't drink too much." Patricia said.
Nobue paused and thought about something. "Hey, when I get back, we're all having a drink."
"Wait…we're still underage." Hiyori objected.
"Yeah, so when I get back, we're having a drink, okay?"
Patricia shook her head and sighed, "She's just joking. Don't worry about it."
Nobue laughed. "Yeah, I wasn't serious. Anyway, I'll see you two later."
"See ya, Nobue-san." Patricia waved goodbye, and Hiyori nervously did the same.
"Lock up after me, okay kids?" she said, walking out the threshold and into the hallway. "See ya!" With that, the door closed.
Hiyori turned to Patricia. "Wow…." she awed, "…You were right. She was really pretty."
"Told ya." Patricia said, giggling. "She kinda reminds me of you."
Hiyori held her breath. "You…you think so?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, totally." she said. "Well, she doesn't draw or anything, but she looks a lot like you. Didn't you notice?"
Hiyori looked down at the floor. "Uh…no…I didn't think so." she said. "She was….she was pretty. Not like me at all."
"What!" Patricia sounded indignant and brought her hand down against Hiyori's head gently in a chopping motion. "You're silly." she said, then crossed her arms and looked away. "I think you're pretty, and I know a thing or two about what looks pretty. Trust me, it's my job."
"Do you…do you really mean that?" Hiyori asked, "Come on…there's no way."
Patricia pointed a finger at her and said, "No. stop talking like before I grab your cheeks."
"Eh?" Hiyori sounded confused. "Why would you do that?"
Patricia did it anyway and pinched Hiyori's cheeks and pulled. Hiyori let out a yelp before letting go. "Because you sound stupid, and it's bothering me!"
"Ow, Patricia…" she rubbed her face. "…okay fine, sorry."
The blond put a hand on her head and rubbed back and forth. "That's better." she said as if complimenting a pet on improved behavior.
Secretly, Hiyori had kind of liked the mixture of sensations. The stinging of her cheeks coupled with the affectionate tousling of her hair had a very funny and slightly excited feel to it. When Patricia removed her hand and got up, she felt a little disappointed.
"Want to go to my place now?" Patricia asked
Hiyori got up and nodded. "Sure…yeah let's go."
They left the apartment and locked the bottom handle door before walking only fifteen feet down the hall to another door. Patricia pulled a key out from her shoe and opened the door. "And here we are!" she said, making a grand sweeping gesture. "Make yourself right at home."
Hiyori walked in and looked around. It was about half the size of Nobue's apartment, but with the exact same layout. This apartment, however, had more of a teenager's feel to it. Manga, clothes, and the occasional pillow scattered the floor. A small TV in the corner with a couple game consoles under it were the only furniture that fit in the living room beside a futon couch that appeared to fold out and a small coffee table no higher than two feet off the ground. The place almost had a really cozy and homey feel to it, like it was one big bedroom with doors connecting the apartment together. If the place was ever cleaned up, it might loose some of its warm feel.
"Ahhhhhh." Patricia flung herself down on the couch face first and sighed for a long time. "…Man, sure does feel good to come home and wind down."
The atmosphere of the room made Hiyori stretch out of the floor with a pillow under her head. "Wow…this is kinda nice."
"I know, right?" Patricia laughed. "I like having pillows everywhere so I can lay back in any spot of the room."
Hiyori laughed. "It's practically your bedroom in here…hahaha.."
"Oh, it is." Patricia said.
"Wait, really? Than what do you use your bedroom for?" Hiyori asked, rolling onto her side to look at Patricia's face. They were no more than a few feet apart, all sprawled out.
"My cosplay outfits." she said. "A lot of them are for work, and a lot of them I just have cause they're awesome."
Hiyori giggled. "That's totally you, Patty-chan."
Patricia laughed and sat up. "You wanna take a shower or something?" she asked, "I usually do when I get home."
"Oh, uh, no I'm ok." she said, nervously.
"You sure?" Patricia stood and stretched, then pulled her sailor top over her head. Her well endowed perky breasts revealed under her bra. "You can go first if you want."
"Wow….Patty-chan is….really cute." Hiyori turned away and blushed. "No…I'm okay."
"Well, suit yourself." Patricia said, kicking her socks off. "If you're thirsty, just help yourself to anything in the fridge. You hungry?"
"Huh?" Hiyori brought herself back to reality. "Oh, uh no I'm okay."
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll make dinner for ya." Patricia said, walking towards the bathroom door. "You know you can ask for anything, right? Just say the word and I'll whip something up." She stopped before she reached the door and turned around. "Oh, and Hiyori?"
Hiyori sat up to face Patricia, although she felt embarrassed to, and asked, "Yeah?"
"You remember what we were talking about at Yutaka and Konata's place?" she asked.
It took a second for her to remember, but with a crimson blush, she nodded. "Oh, wait hang on." Hiyori said, looking surprised. "You were serious!?"
Patricia giggled. "Well…yeah, of course I was." she said. "If you need to, um…relax, then feel free. I'll take my time."
Hiyori got up and stood. "You're joking, right?" she asked.
"Um…" Patricia shook her head slowly. "…no, I not, actually. Look, Hiyori, I'm just really worried about you. I don't know what's with you lately, but today you were really having trouble. I just want to help….and…" She turned away, face a little flushed. "…This is the only thing I could think of."
Hiyori sighed. She wasn't sure whether she should walk out or thank her for going to such great lengths to try to help and understand her. Regardless, the situation was still too awkward. "Um…this is kind of….awkward, huh…..Sorry Patty…I'm really happy that you were worried about me….but it's too…weird."
Patricia rubbed the back of her head nervously. "Yeah…it is, huh. Hey, forget I mentioned it, okay?"
Hiyori nodded vigorously. "Yeah….yeah, yeah."
Patricia sighed. "Okay…well, I'll see you when I get out. I'll start on dinner in a little bit, okay?"
Hiyori nodded, feeling relieved that the awkward conversation was over. She sat down on the couch and Patricia entered the bathroom. When the sound of running water came on, Hiyori let out another sigh. In the back of her mind, she was grateful to have a friend like her, but even Patricia could be too forward sometimes. Even an ecchi doujin artist like her had some inhibitions.
She turned the TV on and lazily flipped through the channels as she laid down on her stomach. After dropping the remote absentmindedly, she let her arm hang onto the floor and her hair fall to one side over her back and over the edge of the couch. Her glasses slid off her face by accident and she reached down to pick them up.
Meanwhile, Patricia had stripped down and let the warm water run its course over her skin and through her hair. The pulsing shower felt very relaxing as she sat down on a small stool. Once finished washing, she sat down in her tub she had filled with hot water while showering and sighed with satisfaction as the tension in her shoulders and back nearly disappeared.
Hiyori could faintly hear that sigh, and in the back of her mind she couldn't help but imagine Patricia doing something in there that didn't involve hygiene. She felt guilty again for imagining her friend in compromising situations, so she busied herself with finding her glasses. Apparently, they had rolled under the couch a little ways, and as she reached for them, she felt something else.
After putting her glasses on and reached down again in fleeting curiosity. What she had pulled up in her hand she immediately dropped back down. It wasn't a magazine, but what she did see was something she knew all too well: a doujin.
"Patty keeps this stuff under her couch?!" she blushed, reaching down again and holding the volume up in her hands. The front cover was a very well illustrated depiction of two women in heat, eyes heavy, hands caressing each other, warm bodies against each other. The title and the cover details were cleverly positioned in such a manner that covered up anything considered offense or vulgar.
She opened the volume and thumbed through the pages. Her body felt warmer and she started to perspiration. As she read, eyes fixated on the illustrations, she closed the manga in a moment of clarity and took long deep breaths. After laying back down again on her back, she tried to get a hold of herself. Those images had really gotten herself going, and she couldn't help but feel the urge to move her hand across the top of her leg. When she felt her skin graze over like that, she bit her lip and brought her hands up over her head to calm down. "How long has it been…" she kept asking herself. "A few days….probably longer…a lot longer….Ahhh geez! Why did that have to be there!"
The consternation and frustration was killing her. Her reasoning started to fade, now being replaced by rationalization. "Patty said it was fine…..right?….She said she didn't mind….I mean, there's no reason why I can't, right?" That was it. She had convinced herself. Feeling a bit guilty and even a little ashamed, Hiyori very slowly, inch by inch, slid her left hand down her hips as the sounds of the TV filled the room.
Those sounds traveled easily throughout the apartment. Patricia had no problem hearing what the commentator said, and she giggled to herself while kicking her feet up and down happily in the water whenever he said something funny. Secretly, this was one of her little pleasures in life. It wasn't so much watching the TV it was listening to commentary on a game or show while taking bath for a few minutes at least.
Some other noise caught her attention, and she turned to the door. It was the sound of a voice, a voice that had made a small moan.
Now, that was odd. Patricia had her initial suspicion, but quickly dismissed the idea. Hiyori had made her point, but Patricia still found herself getting up out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her torso after drying off as quickly as she could.
She opened the door and instantly the sound of the TV became much louder. After looking around the room once and taking a few steps forward, she looked down to see a surprise.
Hiyori was nearly curled up in a ball on the couch, one hand clasped over her mouth, the other hand in between her legs. Her facial expression said she was in pain, but that complete opposite was obvious. Her face was flushed red and she writhed back and forth very gently.
Patricia froze. Her eyes were wide as she gazed down at her. Her hand that had been holding up her towel now clenched tighter on the fabric. She could feel a heat rising inside of her that she instantly recognized, and noticed that one of her doujins she hid under the couch was on the floor. Since she lived alone, she never gave much thought ot hiding those things better.
Hiyori instinctively felt some sort of presence around her, and she opened her eyes to see Patricia's surprised face over her. She immediately stopped and stood up in shock. Her face was deeper than red now with embarrassment. She felt dizzy after working herself up and standing up too fast, and she felt back on her butt.
Patricia ran up to her, still holding her towel around her and knelt down in front of her. "Whoa, hey are you ok?" she asked, one hand grabbing at Hiyori's arm to keep her from falling back any further.
Her senses were all jumbled up. Nothing felt level or steady for a moment until she opened her eyes again. Looking up, she saw Patricia's worried face and realized what she had been doing. Now, tears had started from out of no where as shame overcame her. She turned away and buried her face in the floor, sobbing hysterically.
"Waahhhhh…"
Hiyori's wailing surprised Patricia, but she felt enough courage to put a hand on the crying girl's shoulder.
"…stop it…." Hiyori said in hoarse whimpers. "….don't…."
Patricia retracted her hand, but felt determined put her hand back on her shoulder and rub her back. "Shhhh….It's okay, Hiyori." she said very calmly. "…Why are you crying?….It's okay….It's okay…"
"NO, IT'S NOT!" Hiyori screamed, "Something is seriously wrong with me!"
In a quick motion, Patricia yanked Hiyori by the shoulder and flipped her over on her back. The sudden force behind her action made Hiyori freeze and her crying stop.
"Shut up!" Patricia yelled back, tears welling up in her eyes. "Just shut up! Nothing is wrong with you! Stop saying that!"
"….Patty…chan…." Hiyori whispered, eyes wide with surprise as she stared up at the blonds' angry blue crying eyes.
"There's nothing…*sniff*…wrong with you…" Patricia's voice quieted down into her own whimper. "….You're perfect….*sniff*….You're perfect in every way, Hiyori…*sniff*….So stop saying that….Stop beating yourself up….*sniff*…."
"What are you….." Hiyori whispered hoarsely, "….what are you saying?"
Patricia pulled Hiyori up into a sitting position and threw her arms around her. "You….you don't know just how amazing you are!" Patricia screamed. "Please…..please let me help you…." After they both had lost some of their steam in their outbursts, they both looked at each other from mere inches away from each other. "Please….." Patricia breathed out slowly while inching her face closer. "…please…"
Hiyori's eyes, now completely open in shock, felt the sensation of Patricia's kiss on her lips. The physical contact was so much more sudden than she had time to react to, so she sat frozen with Patricia's hands on her back with her lips pressed against hers. Now, out of all the unpleasant and debilitating feelings she had all afflicting her, this was the only feeling, the feeling she felt from the person I front of her, that felt in any possible way, good. They only thing she felt at that moment that had any sense of warmth and security. In desperation to become swept up in that sensation and to forget all else that plagued her, she responded passionately.
Hiyori threw her arms around Patricia's neck and leaned forward into the embrace as much as she could. She could feel Patricia trying to compensate for the sudden response by her tongue trying to invade her mouth, and Hiyori opened that door with a physical invitation by pushing the back of Patricia's head closer to her.
They fell backwards, Hiyori on her back again as Patricia sank her hips back to kiss again. The towel around her fell to the side as her right hand slowly slid up Hiyori's sailor top, and they both gasped.
-o0o-
Night had come to haunt the city with it's starless night. The lights of everything outside and the noise of the crowds of people enjoying their hours out of the sun were evident, but not enough to bother anyone in the small apartment. A late night talk show had come on, and inside, everything seemed to warm and serenely pleasant.
In the kitchen, wearing blue pajamas with little prints of stars, Patricia stood over her stove. As she hummed a song very happily to herself. A seemingly impossible smile appeared to be permanently plastered to her face as she cooked. Her short blonde was a tangled messy, but that never seemed to cross her mind. She took a sip of orange juice while shaking a spice of some kind into the pan and sniffing the air. Her eyes brightened and her mouth watered.
A very relaxed and satisfied grin was spread across Hiyori's face. Her hair was completely disheveled and tangled together, but she couldn't care less. She wore a white t-shirt, much too big on her, with the outline of an orange and black baseball. In English, the shirt said, "Giants" in big bold letters. With the leg cuffs rolled up a bit on her sweat bottoms, Hiyori shuffled forward across the kitchen floor. After adjusting her glasses, she slowly wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist.
"Whoa, watch out. I'm going to spill this if you do that." Patricia said, but her voice sounded happy and she offered no resistance. Hiyori just stood there, silent, hugging her as she cooked, which made Patricia giggle.
"Hey Patty-chan?" Hiyori asked, rubbing her face against the back of Patricia's shirt.
"Mhm?" Patricia responded, still smiling just as much, or even more.
"…..I think I love you…" she said, trailing off. "…..I think I really love you…."
Patricia turned off the stove, turned around, and returned the hug. She stroked the smaller girl's tangled hair and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you too, Hiyorinnnn." They both giggled and looked back into each other's eyes again. Hiyori leaned up and planted a soft, tender kiss on Patricia's lips. When they broke apart, Patricia asked in a whisper, "I thought you were hungry…"
Hiyori nodded. "I am…" she said, "…Oh, I am…"
I noticed that the younger of the girls seemed to get together before any of the older ones. Even Konata and Kagami were beaten to the goal line twice. I never meant for that since it's just the way the story turned out, but I promise satisfaction for those of you who are stirring in your juices, waiting for our beloved otakuXtsundere pairing.
Please leave a review behind for me! I want to get sort of a discussion going with this. Stories are so much more fun when you can talk about it with people.
Until next time! (...Hopefully soon x[...)