12 Hour Distance
Non-despair Adult AU aka Domestic AU
The difference between them is as clear as night and day.
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Makoto Naegi could be described as a morning person.
Even this attribute of his just adds to his already astoundingly average character description. If you read a rundown of his personality and hobbies, you'll find that he is extremely normal. His only redeeming quality may just be his endless optimism and compassion. You could try to murder him and he would still forgive you. Hypothetically. Of course, no one has yet to test that theory but everyone knows that it's sound logic. Nothing that extreme has happened before but he did get accused of murder once, when he accidentally walked into a crime scene. And even then, even though the actual culprit tried to pin the blame on him, he was still understanding and forgave them. He was worried for the victim's family and yet he was also concerned for the killer.
He must have been a saint in his past life.
If he could shine brighter than he already did, he'd have a halo above his head. A walking ray of sunshine, naturally, he is drawn to similar things. He especially enjoys the bright opportunities that each new morning 's just something magical that goes on during the day which fills him up with joy. Like how each day he sees the sun in the sky is another promise of hope.
Of course, another possible contributing reason is that his work hours are actually in the morning.
But no matter how much he loves mornings, he could never get himself to transfer that fondness to waking up.
6:00AM
He gets up after the second snooze so his alarm is always ten minutes early. Always on the second snooze because the last time that he slept through the third was more trouble than what it's worth. With barely open eyes, he sits up, grateful that the curtains are drawn shut because he thinks he won't like the sun as much if he always woke up being blinded by it. He gets up and makes his way out of the room, not even bothering to make his bed. It's not that he's sleazy or anything, in fact, back during his high school days, he always made his bed after getting up.
However, ever since he moved into this house, he just outgrew the habit.
He's getting the hang of a lot of other things though such as cooking his own breakfast. Not that he was a terrible cook before, he wasn't all that great either but at least he could make a decent meal. Cooking just never seemed to fall under his strengths because of his tactlessness. The taste is the least of his problems, he's more worried that he could burn everything else aside from the dish. Whether it be due to his aloof nature or by sheer luck, he becomes a fire hazard in the kitchen. But he's been more careful now and it shows because the fire department hasn't received any close calls this month. Today's breakfast thankfully proceeds without incident.
Admittedly, eating it alone isn't the best appetizer but he's also learned to deal with that.
After the first hurdle of breakfast, there's not much for him to worry about for now. So he finishes up with the rest of his morning ritual. Do the dishes. Take a bath. Get dressed. Check the bedroom for anything he might have forgotten. Check again in the bedroom. Is he really forgetting nothing? Check once again. Everything is done accordingly to routine. There's just one last thing.
"I'm off!" He shouts back to the house out of habit.
And so he heads out to face the day.
7:00AM
The day is hotter than he would have liked. It's probably because summer is already approaching. Well. it's nothing that he can't handle yet. He's glad that he only has to walk under the sun when it's just peaking and when it's about to set, otherwise he doubts he'll be just as cheerful. The train station isn't even that far so that's a plus. The subdivision he lives in makes for a relaxing walk. It's not exactly the quietest because of all the gradeschoolers heading for the nearby elementary school, but it is peaceful. There's this soothing feeling that fills his heart whenever he sees people from his neighborhood being so carefree.
The walk to the station is just the calm before the storm.
7:30AM
Everything after dropping off at the station should have been easy enough however his luck would have none of that. Even though his workplace is only a ten minute walk from here, somehow his ten minutes would extend to twenty, sometimes forty, and one time, he almost lost a whole day of work. It's just that surprisingly, a lot could happen in ten minutes and getting to point B from point A is not as easy as it sounds. At least, not for him. He doubts that anyone else is having the same difficulties as him, heck, he even doubts the credibility of some of his past experiences because of the sheer absurdity of them!
There's never a dull moment because he knows that something different will most likely happen. Whether it be something small like getting chased by a not so friendly dog or something huge like getting involved in a police chase, both of which has already happened before by the way, there is always something bound to happen every time. A normally boring walk to work can become exciting when you have luck as great, or more accurately, as bad as his.
It's troublesome that his morning routine is so irregular but he thinks that just makes it interesting.
8:30AM
He finally arrives for work. Late. Again. This time he's half an hour late which compared to his track record, isn't as bad as it sounds. With all things considered like getting sucked into a hostage taking, he's pretty lucky he even made it out unscathed. Unfortunately though, it didn't make for a good late arrival excuse. His boss still chews him out though but he figures that he deserves it. He's been more late than he is on time and even though his boss scolds him each time, he never deducts his salary. He's lucky to have understanding co-workers.
Makoto works as a public servant. Again, it's not like anyone did not expect that. It's the perfectly suiting average job for such an average person with a golden job. He absolutely loves his job. Here he gets to meet all sorts of people and each with their own problems that he's more than willing to help with. He sees it as an opportunity to help as many people as he can and he likes to think that he's doing a great job at it. Day in and day out is exhausting and it gets tough sometimes but even then he still enjoys it.
His smile never drops the whole time.
5:00PM
After work, he decides to stop by the local bookstore. He likes to kill time there whenever he's not too busy or not in a hurry. There's a poster outside that wasn't there the last time he visited so he decides to ask inside about it. But that only bought him five minutes so he loiters around for a while. There are books that catch his curiosity and a few has him interested but he never buys any of them. If you'll ask him why not then he'll say that it's not like he has the time to read them anyways. But the short answer is that he's a little strapped for cash. He feels just a little bit guilty for entering the bookstore without really any intention of buying but he has other things on his mind when he checks his watch.
It's about time for him to head home.
5:30PM
But his luck had other plans. He meets an old friend on his way to the train station. Apparently, they were on their way to the college reunion dinner. Makoto is confused at first but a quick check on his email confirms that there is such an event and that he forgot all about it. Honestly, he wants to go home instead but he knows he can't refuse the invitation, not when the host is right in front of him. He fiddles with his phone some more and then agrees to go there together.
So with a tired sigh, he changes his schedule for tonight.
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Mukuro Ikusaba could be described as an evening person.
Although it's not the first thing that comes up to describe her personality, there are similarities between her and the night. For starters, it's always quieter at night and she's hardly the most talkative person around. Her background in Fenrir taught her to only talk when necessary and even then, she hardly speaks. When acknowledging superiors or when accepting orders, she's learned that a salute and a nod are sufficient enough. The one time someone actually tried to start a conversation with her, she just stared them down and the second time never happened.
Another common characteristic and the most noteworthy of hers is that she is absolutely dangerous. It's dark when it's night out and most heinous acts happen in the dark. In that sense, Mukuro can be likened to a walking piece of the night sky. It's not because she does such harmful acts but more of she can. She can kill a person and she already has. The number is not up for discussion. She does not need the darkness to be able to kill, she already carries it with her wherever she goes because she is more than capable.
But nighttime is also forgiving because it's when we're supposed to rest. At the same time that it is deadly, it can also be comforting. And the same can be said of Mukuro.
However as far as personal choices go, she does not consider herself a literal evening person. It's not like she especially favors the night, it's just that due to circumstances, she has to function when the sun is nowhere in sight. She doesn't have a preference anyways. As a soldier, she was trained for combat regardless of the time. It's just like surviving in the desert. Whether it be bright and scorching day or dark and freezing night, you have to learn to deal with both.
But for now, she's accustomed to the night life.
6:00PM
She wakes up before her alarm even has the chance to ring. Her body clock is as accurate as ever. Even though it's been years since she left Fenrir, her training never left her. In fact, having been drilled with military instincts had its perks every now and then. Sure it made her a light sleeper but she reasons that you can never be too sure that the noise on the roof in the middle of the night is just a cat and not an intruder that might not only steal from you but also try to kill you. Better safe than sorry, right?
She's still in the process of learning which leftover quirks are socially acceptable and which aren't.
After making sure that nothing seems out of place in the room, she heads for the kitchen, ignoring the silence that comes with being alone, and raids the fridge. There are no leftovers today so she quickly decides to buy her "breakfast" today. She can't be bothered to cook because it's highly inefficient for her. Cooking takes more time than the actual act of eating which is such a waste of time for her. She's not a picky eater either because seriously, everything else tastes better than the military rations she's had before. So rather than cook for herself, she favors takeout every time. It also helps that they're affordable.
Whether or not she can cook beyond the basics is irrelevant.
Now that she knows she won't be eating here, she takes her time in the bath instead. When she first started assimilating into civilian life, one of her favorite changes is the luxury of the bathroom. As it turns out, hygiene did not rank high in the list of priorities when it comes to survival so the most she had during missions were showers and rarely was there hot water. So when she finally got out of the battlefield for good, she thoroughly enjoyed each bath she could take. Within reason, of course. She never stays in long enough to impede with her other responsibilities.
So after the bath, she quickly changes and grabs her bag of necessities. She still has enough time to do a quick scan of the house because it's not paranoia if a threat exists, right? She checks twice not because she might miss something the first time but because there's a chance that something changed in the places she checked while she was in a different area of the house. She especially checks the bedroom and lingers there. When she's certain that nothing and no one is intruding, she's ready to go.
"I'm heading out." She says to no one in particular.
The moon isn't even out yet when she heads out.
6:30PM
It's early so there are still people on the streets. The neighborhood she lives in is peaceful enough so she hasn't ever run into trouble. Nevertheless she remains vigilant in her walk. What's the difference between a civilian and terrorist? Killing intent. But being a civilian does not exclude them from transforming into terrorists. From her experience, even an ordinary civilian can turn into a threat so she's learned to never underestimate them. Granted that most of these happened while she was fighting a war and they were mostly self-defense. Still, she'd rather play it safe.
Needless to say, the walk is uneventful like always. Before she goes to the train station, she makes a detour for the convenience store and indiscriminately picks up a bento box. After paying, continues on her original path until she finally gets on a train. And she amps up her wariness. Unlike on the street, the train is packed with people in a confined space which makes it harder to move should anything happen. And to top it off, they were moving with a speed of 200mph. Too many things could go wrong and her stop is at the last station.
She remains guarded all throughout the ride.
7:30PM
She arrives half an hour early for work, punctual as ever. She takes out the convenience store food and has her first meal for the night. And even though she tries to take it slow, she ends up finishing the box with too much time left. There's nothing to do before her shift starts so she waits. And so her mind wanders.
Mukuro never in her life expected this. This much freedom. A life where she's independent. She was always just a name attached to another. When she was a kid, it was Fenrir. When she entered high school, it was Junko. Never did she think her existence to be something separate or even remotely special. Whether as a weapon or as an accessory, she never thought she could be neither and simply live as a person. It was just such a bizarre concept that she had a hard time understanding it and an even harder time trying to imagine it actually happening.
So she was honestly surprised that not only did her sister allow it, but she was also the one who actually pushed her to do it.
"What? Living together? No way!"
Huh, but I thought you said we should stick together.
"For life? Hell no! Wasn't high school and college enough?"
But I don't understand.
"Waking up to your disappointing face every day got boring really fast."
I wasn't there for you back when we were kids.
"And like, hello? Do I look like a kid to you, Muku? No? Well that's because I'm an adult now! And so are you! So grow the fuck up!"
What do you want me to do now?
"Honestly? I don't care. Must I be the one to tell you everything? Gosh, such an unreliable older sis. How despairingly disappointing!"
But I never thought… I don't know what to do.
"Again. Not my problem! Do whatever you want. I dunno. Kill a dog. Run for prime minister. Heck, run away with someone for all I care! How stupid do you have to be for me to spell it out for you?"
Junko…
"I'm setting you free! I'm ordering you to be independent for once! Whichever one is easier for you to understand. So! Do. You. UN-DER-STAND."
Yeah… I got it.
"Finally! Now get out before I change my mind. I can only take so much disappointment before I get wrinkles from the stress."
She likes to think that her sister was being considerate in her own way.
8:00PM
Mukuro did not hate her talent. In fact, she's rather proud of it in the way of how far she's come since she started. From simply watching and admiring from afar to actually getting in the action and getting so good at it. And it's not even about the rank or the rewards but the skill. She's the best, the ultimate, at what she does and she knows that she's earned it. She thinks that being a soldier isn't such a bad deal.
But she also realized that she can't be a soldier forever.
Well, technically speaking she can, and maybe if you asked her past self, she would have rather died a veteran. But people change and surprisingly for her, she also falls under that category. She's learned that she's not just a weapon but also a person as well. However, everything needed for that turning point to happen was a convoluting and grueling road. A lot of things has happened ever since she took a break from Fenrir to attend high school.
And that break lasted into a retirement.
However, she never truly discarded her soldier aspect. She understands that it's just one of those things that she can never let go, her sister included. But she also acknowledges that there are other things that could take priority in her life. And rather than focusing on just one, she has to strike a balance with them all.
So she's learning to compromise.
Mukuro works as a guard for a high security prison. It's a stable job that does not require her to go missing for months on end. With her credentials, she could take on any guard duty like for a bank or for an airport but she's content being one here. A bank would have been too boring and an airport would have been too far. She has grown rather fond of this prison in particular because the inmates are especially rambunctious especially during the night when they think they're most likely able to escape. She prepared herself to handle plenty of fights but ever since she practiced her conflict resolution skills the first time, nothing exciting has happened ever since.
That does not stop her from hoping for a little action.
4:00AM
Usually she'd be on her way home by now but the person that's supposed to take the next shift is running late because of an emergency so she's filling in until he come. But ten minutes later they receive a call stating that the emergency got out of hand and they can't come to work anymore. Mukuro offers to take the whole shift instead but her superior turns her down. They say it'll be bad for her to overwork. She would have argued that she once did a stakeout for three days without sleep and still performed well in combat even then but she knows her place.
So now she's working until the last minute guard her superior phoned comes in.
6:00AM
When her coworker finally comes in, she hastily makes her exit without a word. Honestly, she's secretly glad her superior declined her request to take the shift. Today's a saturday and she'd rather spend the day at home than at work. And while she did lose two hours, at least she's paid overtime for it. With that over and done with, she hurries to make it in time for the scheduled train. She does not want to waste any more time. She's worried that someone might have broken in the house while they had the chance. She fears that the two hours may have cost her more if she finds out her paranoia was founded.
She walks faster on her way home.
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Regardless of being a morning person or a night person, on weekends, they both wake up in the afternoon.
1:00PM
Surprisingly, Mukuro is not the first to wake up between the two of them. That's because they never really agreed on what time to get up since Makoto suggested that they should sleep until whenever they wanted to. Well, that translated to her as to sleep until whenever he woke up, because she could only have an hour's worth of sleep and still be able to function properly. She also could not find it in her willpower to wake him up especially not when he looks so adorable asleep and unguarded around her.
That and admittedly, it is a nice experience to be woken up so affectionately.
Makoto loves to sleep in but he loves doing it the most when Mukuro does it with him. Even though they live together, due to conflicting schedules, they only sleep together after she comes home and that barely lasts an hour. He also thinks that does not count because he's not even aware when she slips into bed because he just wakes up pleasantly surprised that she's there. So when the weekend finally comes around, he makes the best out of it and sleeps in. Sometimes he wakes up earlier than what he had in mind but that's fine in its own way too. He never makes any move to get up. He just scooches closer to her and sighs happily.
There's something warm about waking up to someone you hold dear. And it warms him up even more when he hugs her and feels her embrace back. He smiles on her skin. Even with his eyes still closed, he knows she is beautiful. She is beautiful and reciprocating. He lets the feeling seep through him until it reaches his bones, and the warmth overwhelms him.
This must be happiness, he thinks.
And if only he could, he would have liked to stay that way for just a little longer. Regrettably though, the human body cannot live on sleep alone so when his stomach finally decides to protest, he begrudgingly cuts the moment short.
He sits up, gently touches her shoulder and places a featherlight kiss on her chin for good measure. "Mukuro, wake up." He knows she's already awake at the first syllable.
She only opens one eye at him. "It's one. You overslept." She says blankly but he knows now from spending so much time together that there's an underlying playful tone to it.
"I guess the reunion really tired me out." He chuckles goodnaturedly.
She knows that this is only an excuse. He oversleeps on purpose because he's too considerate of her. He thinks she needs the sleep but she's too shy to retort that she'd cut her sleep anytime if that meant she could actually be a part of his waking hours. So she relents but only because she knows he has good intentions. He's been doing this a lot. Not just when they started to move in, but even before that. Even long before they started dating. Ever since he first smiled at her, Makoto has been nothing but good to her.
And Mukuro can't help but think of how nice it feels to be coddled.
They're both awake now but no one dares to get up. Something is on Makoto's mind and Mukuro can tell that he's still thinking on how to bring it up so she does not disturb him. His face is slightly scrunched up and she can't help but think of how childlike he looks for an adult. He isn't even aware that she's staring because he's so lost in his thoughts right now. It must be serious enough for him to stall for this long but she understands and so she patiently waits for him to speak.
He eventually starts the conversation. "So I was thinking…"
"Makoto." She cuts. She already knows where this is leading to.
"Hear me out." He falters a bit but picks up the pace right after. "The bookstore near my office is hiring and I was wondering…"
She does not even blink. "No."
"If maybe I should get a part-time job there." His line falls flatly probably since he's rejected before he even finishes bringing up the idea.
This may possibly be his worst idea yet for lighthearted morning conversation.
"We already talked about this." She sighs and then proceeds to bring up the argument points they've already discussed. "There's no need for you to go that far. You're already overworked enough as it is"
"But you're not fair, Mukuro." He says with concern creasing over his face. "You know how worried I am with your night shift."
"I don't mind the schedule and the salary pays its worth." She says this matter-of-factly.
"I know but…" He bites his lip, clearly losing the argument.
"And it's not a long-term thing." She pauses just so to let that sink in. "It's only for a little while. Just until we've settled in enough."
He still wants to fight a losing battle. "Yeah, but…"
"I can do this much fine. Just let me put my talent to use." She sighs but not in annoyance. She tries to put as much emotion as she could if only to soothe his worries. She's not as good as him when it comes to reassurance but she tries. "And I also promise that I won't do anything that will worry you. So just wait for a while longer."
Finally, he concedes. "Okay. Sorry for bringing this up again." He flashes her a smile bright enough for her to forget the previous tension. "You know, I trust you, right? I just get worried sometimes. Well, more than just sometimes"
He always worries more than he should.
"I know." She thinks she's blessed to have someone worry this much for her. She wants to kiss him in this moment. But she's not brave enough to initiate that yet so she just moves her face closer to his. Just until their noses touch. "Thank you."
An eskimo kiss for now.
And he gets the hint. "Thank you too." He pecks her lightly on the lips.
He pulls back all too soon before her lips could even follow his. He's done it again. She's always surprised by his little outbursts of intimacy. For such an innocent guy, he could be bold when he wants to. And she's even more shocked at the fact that he only wants to when it's with her. He says that he can only be brave because it's her. And it's such a weird and new concept for her that her mind just can't wrap itself around such absurdity.
So she asked him about it once. Twice. A number of times. Probably more times than she should have. But he always answered with something just as absurd and incomprehensible, like her name. As if nothing else mattered. As if she was reason enough. As if that made any sense.
She's so used to just loving that being loved has never even occurred to her.
Her parents never loved her. Fenrir never loved her. Maybe, not even Junko loved her.
And then Makoto comes along and her world turns upside down from all the positivity and hope and love and honestly, Mukuro felt she'd be overwhelmed by it all. She was confused and afraid of all the new experiences that came along with him and she thought that she'd be consumed. But instead she learns to accept them all, to accept him, and eventually, she learns to believe that even she could be loved.
She's still getting used to affection but she thinks that she doesn't hate it.
"So we already missed lunch." He sits up and languidly stretches.
She follows suit. "Don't we always?"
"Where do you want to eat this time?" He asks while he fixes the bed.
She considers this for a moment and then responds. "How about take-out?" Her hand instinctively lands on top of his. "I feel like staying here."
His hand turns and their fingers lace together. "Me too." His smile reaches his ears. "Then I'll just order the usual while you set up the movies."
And later on, while they're huddled on the couch eating cheap fast food as the tv plays another low-budget film, they scooch a little closer until his head is on her shoulder. They stay like that long after they have eaten, not really watching anymore. A blanket of bliss surrounds them. They're content enough with this. With them simply in each other's company.
Occasionally, they toss each other a few words. And even more unspoken.
"Comfy?" He promptly asks.
Are you happy?
"Yeah." She answers honestly.
With you, always.
Mukuro can't help but be grateful for how her life turned out. Never did she expect for her to move on from just being another soldier on the battlefield to living a normal domesticated life. She didn't think it was even possible to be anything other than a weapon. Sometimes, she finds herself looking back at the path she left. However, she does not miss her old life as much as she thought she would.
This life is new to her. This life is different. This life is not even remotely close to her old one but she thinks she likes it. She likes this house very much and she loves her boyfriend and his golden heart even more. Because as much as she likes her knives that she survived with, as much as she likes her guns that she grew up with, nothing and no one else tops the list other than coming home to a warm house and a welcoming Makoto that warms her up even more.
They're still new at this whole relationship thing but it's only 2:00PM and they have all the time in the world to figure out the rest. Together.
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The difference between them is as clear as night and day.
But somehow she starts eclipsing his day while he ends up lighting her night.
And when night meets day, everything is as it should be.
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Shinra-ex-SOLDIER
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OMAKE
Trigger Happy:
The first week they moved in together, Makoto knew there'd be problems especially when his partner was an ex-mercenary. But he wasn't all too worried about it. After all, that was normal for every couple, even including the not so normal ones. He believed with all his heart that they would get through them. He thought between his luck and her tact, how hard could it be?
That was before the incident happened.
"Why won't you just die already?!" He snapped at his uncooperative phone which he threw against the wall.
A bullet flew across the room. It hit the phone before the target could even fall on the floor.
"It's dead now." She blankly said while holding a gun.
To this day, the hole could still be found behind a picture frame they hung. That was just one of the many hurdles that has happened. It shocked him at the time and a lot of other things has surprised him but he thinks that at the end of the day, it's worth it. When he comes home to her waiting with her most genuine smile and her eyes full of tenderness only for him, he thinks that all of this is worth it. He's sure that there'll be more difficulties to come in the future but he's confident that they'll overcome them still. They're young and they're still learning.
For starters, they've compromised on a limit of one gun.
One in each room.
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BONUS
The Food Can Wait:
"So what will it be?"
Makoto asks playfully. "Do you want dinner? A bath? Or perhaps... me?"
"You." She answers readily.
"…!"
"…"
That's exactly the moment when Makoto overheats.
She actually chose the third one! And she said it with a straight face! Was she joking? She doesn't look joking. But then again, it's hard to tell because she always wears the same face regardless. Should I ask her for clarification? Maybe I should ask her. But it'll be embarrassing if she meant it and I still asked her. Why did I even ask her? Ah, she's waiting for my reply. What do I do now?!
Meanwhile, oblivious to his inner turmoil, Mukuro is confused as to why Makoto has been uncharacteristically silent the whole time. She answered it right, right? At least, that's what her sister told her to answer if ever the question comes up because she said that it will come up in a relationship. She's not really sure what the answer actually means but she's told that it's correct and that's all she needs to know. She regrets never asking her sister what she's supposed to do after she gives the answer because she absolutely does not expect what happens next.
Makoto just grabs her by the arms and he is blushing furiously but that is not her greatest concern. His eyes are intense with a smouldering gaze that reminds her heart to beat faster and harder against her ribcage. His mere stare sets fire to her skin and adrenaline already courses through her veins. But there is no danger. No, not danger but excitement. She does not fully comprehend what exactly is happening but she can't help but feel excited.
Whatever her answer meant, she's about to find out.
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Domestic AU. Domestic AU. DOMESTIC AU.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in what happens after in the bonus. :)
Ask and you shall receive. For the Guest reviewer who wanted more of this OTP.
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NOTE FOR THE ANGST FANS: What's this? Another chapter but without tragedy? Is this really the same author of the other series? (The answer is surprisingly YES.)
If you were expecting SUFFERING then you're not wrong. I already have drafts (yes, plural) for those. I'm planning something BIG for them. So come by and check whenever I update just in case I posted one. I PROMISE YOU it will happen eventually.
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