Chapter 22: Skinny Reputations

They returned to the Center safely, clapped on the back by their group mates as they dragged the limp body of the military man… boy… behind them. The blood leaking from his head had clotted a long time ago, something Sasuke had noticed when the thin trail of crimson had ended behind them.

Karin had told him, from a lack of better words, that she would have to beat him up for doing so well. Sasuke wasn't looking very forward to it, considering that she had knocked Suigetsu out clean more than a handful of times with a single punch. Karin had a tendency to invest too much pride and trust in him; believe Sasuke, he was thankful for that, but sometimes the girl just didn't understand how to express her emotions correctly. Sasuke thought that was why they were close friends growing up, linked together by a common trait.

He and Naruto geared down side by side, and Sasuke wondered what the future would bring them. He knew that he would be hearing from Temari about their disappearance on her tracker, but he had already planned to blow it off as a mistake for his lack of familiarity with technology.

Kakashi smiled at the both of them proudly as Sasuke sat down at their infamous lunch table, waiting for someone else to bring their dinner. Sasuke made a great effort to fluidly slide himself onto the bench rather than crumple into it. The muscles in his legs quivered with both physical and emotional exhaustion, chasing after both a young man and Naruto's sanity. The other fixed a gaze on him throughout the whole meal, though Sasuke realized it was nothing new, and nobody else seemed to notice as well. He knocked his calf against Sasuke's more than once, to which he'd try to kick away in a silent message to stop bothering him, but Naruto interpreted it as an invitation and tangled Sasuke's left leg with his right.

Ino showered Naruto with questions as to what his dramatic announcement had to do with, but the blond excused it as carrying the body. "It smelled," Naruto insisted, hoping that she would back down. Temari, Sakura, and Karin had the mind to leave him be, though it didn't leave them any less curious.

Temari announced that they would enter training tomorrow. Sasuke realized that this was an independent militia, each man for himself, except should they be the captain of their respective squad. It was his responsibility to set his own alarm, make sure he showed up for training, filed to GU for future missions…

Naruto pushed him slightly, snapping him out of his thoughts and realizing that he had been staring blankly at his plate. He and Suigetsu laughed raucously about something Kiba had said, the brunet banging on the table loudly and irritating Sakura. She broke off her conversation with Tenten and Ino to tell him to knock it the fuck off, pushing Kiba further away from her and growling something about personal space. Karin observed them all beside him, scowling as she pushed her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose.

"The hell is with you?" she grumbled, pointing her fork at his plate. "You better be getting all your iron, Sasuke. If you pass out-"

"Tired," he mumbled back, sparing her a dull glance. "I had a big breakfast."

Karin sent him a scrutinizing look and turned back to her (rather violent) conversation with the rest of the girls, most of which consisted of wild hand gestures and odd expressions. It seemed as if they had taken Konohamaru as the ugly duckling under their wing, nursing him and the nasty shiner he could evidently and barely see out of. The boy didn't seem to mind being babied, though, and Sasuke suspected that he had a blooming crush on Sakura.

He flinched when Naruto caved in over his plate of food and cackled, clutching at his stomach when Kiba and Chouji's laughs grew progressively louder in front of him.

"Holy shit!" Kiba sighed and wiped a tear away from his eye, shoulders still quaking in laughter. "I can't believe you fuckin' did that, man! And then the teacher walked in-"

They broke into another round of laughter, Shikamaru joining in as he apparently caught on to what they were talking about.

"S-she screamed so loud that Shika woke up from his nap-" Naruto buried his face behind his hands, the sound of Kiba wheezing and coughing too much for him to handle. It had been downright hysterical when he had scribbled a certain part of male anatomy on their kindergarden teacher's desk - she had walked out to take a quick phone call, and when she walked back in, her face had gone beet red in either anger or embarrassment. Naruto thought it was a mixture of both, judging by how she sent a strongly worded letter home with him to show to his parents. At least his mom thought it was pretty funny… Minato hadn't been too amused, following through with his discipline more than Kushina ever would.

Shikamaru snickered, leaning forward on the table. "I remember that," he said. "But, of course, only everything after I woke up."

"Aw, fuck…" Kiba rubbed at his cheeks. "Oh… and then we had to sit out at recess-"

"What do you mean, had to?" Naruto asked incredulously. "I seriously remember none of us sat out and played kickball, and then Sakura tattled and hit me in the head with a basketball-"

"Would you get over that?" She yelled from the opposite end of the table, catching the rest of the girls' attention. "I can't believe you-"

"Come on, Sakura!" Kiba banged his fist against the table again, rattling Ino's plate and aggravating her further. "You got us timed out for the rest of the damn week!"

"And if I remember correctly," Tenten chimed in, "That was Naruto's fault because he kissed Ino and you guys thought it was golden."

"We were playing fuckin' truth or dare-" Kiba burst into another fit of hysterics. "I-I… he-"

The blond in question groaned, flushing deeply and hiding behind his hands again. Ino rolled her eyes heavily at the memory and glared at the other, pointing her fork at him. "You deserved time out for the rest of the week, Naruto. Damn you. You guys didn't even stay in the corner-"

"Youth cannot be contained to a mere corner," Lee interrupted, balling his fist. His eyes watered with unshed tears and he swallowed loudly, trying to control his racing emotions. "Youth is-"

"That's enough, Lee," Tenten shouted, clapping her hands over her ears. She sent him an irked look, waving her hand and the subject away.

Chouji whistled in front of them and slouched over, clapping his friends on the back. "Good times. Good, simple times."

Sasuke wasn't surprised one bit that Naruto's first kiss had apparently been on a playground back in Five. It was quite predictable, really. He calmly eyed the other, whose face was still hidden behind his fingers.

"Wow, Naruto," he started, voice dripping in sarcasm. "You lived a wild life."

Naruto moved his right hand away from his face to peek at Sasuke, a playful grin lighting up his features. "Yeah, Sas, you shoulda been there. I was such a badass in kindergarden, you have no idea."

"I think I got enough of an idea," he arched an eyebrow, though an equally lighthearted smile was stretching his lips. "Skipping time out? You're absolutely uncontrollable."

Naruto chuckled, resting his chin on his folded hands. Their faces were just a handful of inches apart. "You think so? I dunno, I think it comes nat-"

Kiba gagged in front of them, placing a hand on his chest. "The hell is this?"

Shikamaru snickered and sent them a knowing glance, stealing a piece of meat off of Naruto's plate. The blond whined and, in turn, stole a piece of meat off of Sasuke's plate. Kiba started at him with a strange look on his face, unblinking.

Sasuke sighed and pushed his plate towards the other. He had eaten enough today, and was frankly feeling all kinds of exhausted and irritable. Just being in this close proximity to Naruto strung him out; it was both exciting and tiring. Naruto drew emotions from him that he hadn't known to feel before… it was like standing at the top of a mossy cliff, preparing to leap off and just fall knowing the blond would be somewhere in the murky darkness, but not knowing what else was there.

Whatever, Sasuke thought, resting his chin in his folded hands and wondering if he had a fever. This was enough thinking, enough feeling, enough talking for the day. He admitted that it was enough socializing for the day, worn thin by his (idiotic) group and their antics. The watery belch Kiba had released just a moment ago was more than enough proof.

He sighed again. For whatever amount of time they stayed here, Sasuke was sure it was going to be-

"Troublesome," Shikamaru grunted, sending Kiba a disgusted look.

Sasuke chuckled. He couldn't agree more.

—

So much for rest, Sasuke thought.

It was unsurprisingly one in the morning and he was, unsurprisingly, lazing about the kitchen. Sometimes he wondered what was so calming about it - maybe it was that his childhood home had similar marble islands? He could definitely envision himself as a small child hopping to peek at what was on the countertop. Now, as he pressed his hip against the rounded corner of the marble, it was incredible to think about how he had been so small.

Temari had been wandering around as well, musing to him as to why he was always up so late.

"Do you even sleep?" she asked, wrapping the ties of her robe tighter around her waist.

"I slept a lot last night," Sasuke said truthfully. "So I only slept for four hours today. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Temari snorted and shook her spoon at him, swallowing a mouthful of strawberry yogurt. "That's a good question, my man. This is about the only time my bodyguards aren't hovering over me, and I like to enjoy it. I am a free-spirited and independent woman, don't doubt it for a second."

Sasuke didn't reply, running his fingers over the curled design in the marble of the island. "I think you should go to bed if you want to handle the rest of my group tomorrow, you know. They're like h-"

"Now that is hypocritical," she laughed and pointed her spoon at him. "You go to bed, Uchiha, or so help me. All I have to do is watch you guys, and trust me, that's nearly enough to knock me out for a few good hours. I almost have no idea what to group you animals in. It's ridiculous."

"Group?"

"Strength, speed, intelligence," Temari shrugged nonchalantly. "SPI so you know what it stands for. The older ones of your group, I have under control. But some of you can benefit two platoons at a time…"

"Care to explain?"

"Moreso, I want some of the girls as my med team as well…" she counted her fingers, knocking off the four females in his group. "That Lee kid is like a stallion. He'd work well in both speed and strength… I want Aburame in intelligence and strength, though I should probably put him in intelligence. Few others I forgot. And you. I want you in speed, Sasuke."

He was flattered for a few moments when he thought she was going to put him in intelligence, but speed would work for Sasuke just as well. "I-"

"You'll probably lead a squad," Temari added, tilting her head. The messy bun atop her head swayed slightly. "Just survive conditioning for the next couple of days and you'll meet your teammates. Speed's not too large, but it's bigger than intelligence, of course. I'll make sure to team you up with a couple of my other men I've been keeping an eye on…" she stared at him for a moment, pursing her lips and ending her rant. "I hope you're taking this seriously."

"I am," Sasuke said quickly. "Looking forward to it."

"I hope so," she grunted. "I can't afford any half-assers in my military."

"It's understandable. Nobody in my group should… half-ass it." He mentally winced, knowing Suigetsu would somehow find a way to do just that.

Temari worked her way to the sink and loudly tossed her spoon inside. She clapped him roughly on the shoulder, in which it took most of his abdominal muscles to stay upright.

"You're gonna be a good soldier," she said warmly. "Goodnight, Uchiha. Try to get some rest."

Sasuke watched her tiredly stumble out of the kitchen, leaving the door open behind her. He stared at the pristine yogurt cup she had left. So he was committing to a militia that seemed official enough. He guessed that he'd see the inner workings of it tomorrow.

His thoughts returned to his brother again, who would have calmly suggested they take a walk. Itachi would watch his back, and Sasuke would watch his, and they would stroll until Sasuke felt the slightest bit sluggish or became bleary-eyed.

He recalled a small creek in the forest behind their home. Sasuke, no older than five, would harass Itachi into playing with him by the mossy borders of the water. They had soon laid rough stones in the shallow creek so they could hop through it. He and his brother had made a game because of it. Whoever could hop the most - of course, steadily keeping count of their jumps - received a piggy back ride. Though it was an unfair agreement because of Sasuke's size and inability to carry Itachi, the elder would always succumb and spoil Sasuke to a ride, anyway. He remembered the steady and soothing steps his brother took, the warmth of his back against his stomach, the pressed collar of their family shirt. Itachi had yet to grow his hair out in a ponytail, so his soft wisps of hair would tickle Sasuke's cheek and he'd playfully swing his legs.

"Will you play with me as soon as you get home tomorrow?" Sasuke pressed, nudging Itachi's jaw with his own.

"I'll have homework to do, Sasuke," he chided.

The youngest pouted, squeezing his arms around Itachi's neck tighter. "Can I help you with it?"

The brunet laughed quietly, hoisting Sasuke higher on his back. Sasuke giggled, burying his face in Itachi's short hair. "You're too young to help me. Besides, you're going to the Academy next year. You'll learn the same things I have, Sasuke."

He frowned as their house came into view. "Then will you help me?"

"Of course I will," said Itachi. "And when I can't, mother will."

Sasuke scrunched his nose. He wanted only Itachi to help him, but he wouldn't voice his displeasure against their mother. She let him have cookies in between meals.

"You've grown," Itachi noted, kneeling to the ground so that Sasuke could jump off. His little brother stumbled a bit, still carrying some of his clumsiness that came with youth. He would miss this when the days came in which Sasuke would finally be coordinated and capable of holding his own.

"Gonna be bigger than you," Sasuke taunted, standing a full head and shoulders shorter than him.

The other laughed again, poking Sasuke between the brows with his pointer and middle finger. "I'm sure you will, little brother."

Sasuke blinked away the subtle moisture in his eyes, flinching when he realized that he had raised his own hand to poke at his forehead the way Itachi always had. He let his fingers remain there for a few moments, though his brow scrunched around them at the desire to punch something with that hand.

"Sasuke?"

He quickly moved his hand from his forehead to scratch at his cheek, blowing off the gesture.

"What are you still doing up?" Naruto squinted at the bright light in the kitchen.

"I'm already awake for the day," he replied, calmly watching the other shuffle towards the counter and collapse on top of it. "Why are you up?"

Naruto hummed and rolled over so that he was looking at Sasuke upside down. He was struggling to rest on his tip toes, his arms were splayed out on either side of him, resting on the cold marble. He was momentarily distracted by the sliver of tan skin that showed when his sleep shirt rode up with the action. The blond grinned affectionately. "Dunno. I went to bed, like, an hour ago. I woke up 'cause I felt this physical disturbance in the air, you know? It was like Kami was telling me you were up, so I went to your room, and when you weren't there, I figured you'd be eating over here."

Sasuke snorted. "I don't always eat here-"

"Yes!" Naruto insisted, rolling over so that he was leaning on his elbows. "You're covering it up right now. You're gonna come here every night to eat and then make fun of my weight-"

"You're the one that makes fun of my weight!"

Naruto growled. "Nuh uh," he skirted around the island.

Sasuke raised his eyebrow as Naruto came to stand directly in front of him. He leant on the island and supported himself with his elbow, awkwardly fumbling with his other hand until he stuffed it in the pocket of his pajama pants. "Hi."

"What are you doing?" he barely prevented a corner of his lips from curling up.

Naruto shrugged with one shoulder, eyeing the countertop. "Talkin'."

"When are you not," muttered Sasuke.

"You talk your fair share, too," Naruto shook his finger in his face. "But I'd say we'd have some more… important things to talk about."

He stared. Oh. Sasuke now guessed that he couldn't admit to loving Naruto without being questioned just a bit. He schooled his expression and swallowed heavily.

The other smiled softly. "Are you sure?" he blurted.

Sasuke opened his mouth to absentmindedly ask about what but quickly shut it. Naruto had addressed anything and everything that they were both questioning. He let a moment of silence pass before studying Naruto carefully. Naruto looked and sounded nothing less than serious, having sobered up the moment after he asked Sasuke the question.

"Of course I am," Sasuke replied, singlehandedly wiping out multiple other questions.

Naruto tilted his head down, staring at Sasuke's chest. He reached out for the other's hand, carefully taking it away from his side and digging his thumb into Sasuke's palm. Naruto knocked Sasuke's fingers back and massaged the meaty section of his palm, making him sigh in content.

He inched closer, raising Sasuke's hand in between their chests and squeezing it. "Thank you," he murmured, closely watching Sasuke's skin stretch over his knuckles.

"I haven't even done anything," the other murmured.

Naruto snorted. "Shut up."

The other quirked an eyebrow, raising his eyes to meet Naruto's. His blue eyes looked warm, comforting, and granted a sense of security over him. It was something that Sasuke had never felt before, and it was both nauseating and energizing.

Sasuke moved in, and Naruto met him halfway. Naruto's lips were soft and full against his, pulling him closer and warming him immediately. His nose touched Naruto's cheek as the other moved his lips against Sasuke's, their lips sliding against each other and catching slightly. Sasuke pushed harder against his lips, raising both of his hands to cup Naruto's cheeks as the other gripped at his shoulders and pulled him closer.

Their lips loudly smacked against each other and it only incited him further as Naruto tugged at his hair and pressed the tip of his tongue to the seam of Sasuke's lips. It turned hungrier, needier, harder, when he opened his mouth to welcome Naruto's moist tongue. He didn't think before knotting his fingers in the other's thick hair and sliding his tongue against Naruto's. Sasuke tilted his head to kiss him more deeply, but Naruto broke the kiss and tugged at his hair to kiss the corner of his mouth to trail soft kisses down his jaw. He stopped at Sasuke's ear to nuzzle his nose into his hair before tugging at it again to bare his neck, licking at a cord of muscle.

Their chests were pressed flush together, hearts racing quickly. Sasuke sighed shakily, barely retaining a soft moan. He ran his fingers over Naruto's nape and dug them into his shoulders, a healthy flush invading his cheeks. The other pressed his lips harder to his Adam's apple, sucking gently. Sasuke shivered and tugged Naruto back up by his hair, smashing their open mouths together. He nipped and pulled at the blond's bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose. Naruto moaned into the kiss as their tongues met again, roughly slicking against each other.

"For Kami's sake!"

He broke the kiss, eyes wide as a string of saliva hit his chin. Sasuke quickly dabbed it away and cringed to see Temari with both of her hands clamped over her eyes, her lips drawn into a taut line.

"I didn't see any of that," she grumbled to herself, peeking through her fingers.

He flushed deeply, caught red-handed. Naruto was no better out of the corner of his eye, stuck in the middle of hiding behind the counter.

Temari frowned and raised her hand, an impish smirk on her face as she attempted to seriously reprimand the pair. "You save that for somewhere that's not the kitchen," she told them. "And preferably not on missions. Do you understand?"

Sasuke quickly nodded, accounting for both Naruto and himself. Temari snickered to herself, shuffling out the door again. "I came for rice and got more than that. Goodnight, boys."

Sasuke listened to her shuffle down the hallway before turning back to Naruto, still halfway crouched behind the island and shaking.

"What the hell is so funny!" he growled. "Do you realize that she could have been seriously mad? Afraid of it? Kicked us out because of it-"

"Hey, calm down," Naruto stood and wiped at his eyes, his face flushed from a mixture of embarrassment and exertion. "She's obviously not angry and she obviously won't kick us out, you drama queen. I thought girls liked this kind of stuff."

Sasuke scowled. "Well, who's to say others aren't. Don't kiss me in public-"

"I thought this was mutual!" Naruto threw his hands in the air.

"Whatever. Just when no one's around," he mumbled, sending the other a warning glare.

"Fine, fine."

He kept his arms crossed, body angled slightly away from Naruto's. The other leant backwards against the island, displaying that distracting section of skin again.

Sasuke snorted. "I'm going back to bed."

"Wait!" Naruto grabbed at his elbow, tugging him back.

He gave the other a calculating look, turning towards him and waiting for him to speak. When Naruto hesitated, he tilted his head. "What?"

The blond tugged at his ear. "Well… who are you gonna tell? About us?"

"Nobody. And you're not telling anybody, either."

"But… no fair. Just one person."

"Temari already knows. That's enough. She's our commander."

"Not even one? But I want them to know."

Sasuke sniffed. "Is it me?"

Naruto rolled his eyes. "No, bastard. I wanna tell Sakura-"

"No."

"What? But why! She's my friend and I just want to let her-"

"You tell Sakura," Sasuke made an outward motion with his hand. "You tell Karin, Ino, Tenten, Kiba, Chouji, Suigetsu-" he struggled to remember the names of everyone in their whole group.

"But she won't do that," Naruto reasoned, grabbing his hand that was in the air and intertwining their fingers. "I promise. I'll let her know that it's serious and she can't tell anyone. You don't even want to tell Juugo?"

Sasuke sighed through his nose. He knew that Juugo wouldn't tell a soul, but it wasn't something he was comfortable with having another person wondering about from time to time. He stared at Naruto, considering the sincerity in his expression and tone of voice.

"I'd prefer if you wouldn't," he said. "But I guess it's your choice. If she tells anyone, I'll make sure to let Ino know what you said about her-"

"I promise! I promise!" he squeezed Sasuke's hand reassuringly. "I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone, okay?"

"Fine," he sighed, squeezing back.

They walked back to the dorm wings together, parting with a quick and discreet peck (which Naruto initiated). Sasuke stuffed his hands in his pockets and strolled back to his room, unlocking it clumsily and barely shutting it properly before collapsing back onto his bed. He fell asleep again, dreaming of a deep lake with flipping fish and a sun in the near horizon.

The next morning at promptly seven A.M, Sasuke reported to breakfast with his dreary-eyed teammates. A few of the members (Suigetsu) were slumping over the table and using their pancakes as a pillow, having stayed up too late the night before. Kiba was unsteady on his feet, and Sasuke just knew he had blown off the severity of their condition. Sakura didn't look at him with curiosity or knowledge, so he concluded that Naruto hadn't told her yet.

When Naruto first arrived at the table, the only souls there were the girls and Sai at a disconcerting amount of distance from each other. The girls huddled together and whispered about something, Karin backing out first and clutching at her stomach in laughter.

"What are we giggling about?" he asked, leaning against the table.

They moved in unity, looking at each other, then back at him, then at each other again. They burst into giggles again and didn't let him in on what was so damn funny, quieting down for a few moments before glancing at him and going into another round of girly laughter.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled and waved his hands at them. "He he he he he." Naruto would never understand what the girls were ever up to.

Shortly after that, Juugo and Suigetsu arrived, bringing Shino and Kiba in their wake. The members of their group slowly trickled in, Sasuke seating himself quietly after Konohamaru had. He accepted the discreet squeeze to his hand under the table and calmly waited for someone else to bring their food.

Beside him, Naruto inhaled a pile of pancakes and stole more bacon off of his own plate. He took the opportunity to steal a whole pancake off of Sasuke's plate when he angrily turned his head the other way to shove Suigetsu off of him. Karin shoved him back and threatened to hit both of them, eventually letting his face fall in his pile of scrambled eggs.

"It's like you want me to starve," Sasuke deadpanned, observing his plate that was missing a good amount of food from when he had studied it before.

"You eat like a bird," Naruto told him around a mouthful of biscuit.

Sasuke shrugged, ignoring Naruto's horrified gags and questions as he poured ketchup on his eggs. "I've done this since I was little."

"Gross!" the other complained, reaching over to stab at them anyway. He chewed with a disgusted face and swallowed like he had been stabbed in the leg.

"I'll be damned," Sasuke lowered his voice. "You've finally found a food you don't like."

"'Cuz it's weird."

"It's not."

"Yes it is!"

"No, it's not."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes it is!" Kiba yelled, banging his fist on the table and spilling a few drops of Ino's orange juice. She turned and pushed at his shoulder roughly.

"I want to try what Sasuke's doing," Ino chimed in, shoving Kiba away to reach for the ketchup bottle.

"It's disgusting," Karin said, her voice nasally and disapproving.

"It's good!" she defended, happily chewing on the eggs. "Sasuke, you're so smart! How-"

He was distracted by Kiba, who was following her words with his own mouth and making feminine gestures with his hands. Naruto guffawed next to him, encouraging Konohamaru to cackle loudly.

"Kiba, why don't you ever shut up?" Ino smacked him upside the head and sent his forehead flat to his empty plate.

Karin snickered next to him, and both her and Naruto elbowed him in the ribs. "Sasuke this, Sasuke that," she imitated. Sasuke glared down at her and shoved Naruto's arm away.

"You used to be worse than that," he reminded her.

"Yeah, 'cause I've seen how you are with low iron and blood sugar."

The back of his neck heated and he glared at his plate, doing his best to ignore Karin's snickers beside him.

"Girls are gonna be girls," Naruto said into his ear, barely containing his own laughter.

"Shut up."

"Take my wise words or leave them," he countered.

"Your words have never been wise," snapped Sasuke.

"Yes, they have." Naruto grinned smugly and rested his head back on his arms, stretching his torso.

He snorted, shoving his empty plate back onto the metal platter for disposal. Breakfast had come to a quick end, most of the population of the Center hurrying to rid of their trash and digest their food. It was only a matter of minutes before the digital clock above their heads hit a large eight.

Kiba chattered to Shikamaru and Naruto in front of them, and he contently observed their interaction. He wondered if either of them would be put in speed with him.

Sasuke watched Temari and her guards come into the lobby on a larger elevator than the ones used to deploy them outside. She stepped off and headed into the infirmary, most likely checking on her doctors or a patient.

He frowned as her guards stayed behind and shouted out to begin leaving for conditioning, watching the people occupying first few tables in the lobby stand at attention and begin filing in line to cram onto the elevator. They worked together to lift the door above their heads, inviting bright rays of sunlight inside.

"It's time?" Suigetsu asked sleepily beside him, running a hand over the drool on his cheek.

Sasuke sighed.

A/N: God, falling in love is just so… nauseating. Hope you all got second hand embarrassment from their little conversation. Naruto's so cute. By the way, when I write scenes like that, I actually don't have the intention of it being fluffy. It just… comes out like that. It's weird. I'll rot your teeth out if I try. Ah, don't forget to leave a review, and until next time. :)