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Summary: In a world where Edward Elric could never see himself considering being 'gay', and in a life where Roy Mustang couldn't imagine Ed, not being gay. A story of confusion, controversy and learning to accept the true nature of . AU

A/N On The Universe: This follows neither the anime nor the manga, really, but is set in an alternate timeline and or AU. There is not going to be any Alchemy in this story, but hey I found a happy medium. I kept Ed's Auto-mail arm and leg. :D

A/N On Reviews: I adore getting feedback and constructive criticism, but I do have one request to make. When commenting, please bear in mind that your comments and suggestions, both good and bad, are your opinion only, rather than (in general) a statement of fact. It is easy to accidentally insult or offend an author by sounding demanding and entitled in a written review, and I know that is never anyone's intention. By all means tell me if you think something seems a bit off, but give a moment's thought to how the tone of your review might be received. Thanks!

Chapter 13: Following Through.
part one.

-Roy-

Dublith is a semi-large town, located in the southern region of Amestris. It's where I was born and raised before escaping off into the military at the young age of eighteen years old. The Mustang family generations stretch far back in the town's history. My family was, in fact, one of the founding families. This was a story I had to listen to repeatedly as a child. First from my grandfather and then from my father. I don't sound bitter at all…

I honestly couldn't care less for my hometown; it had always been a sore subject for me. It was the place where I was ridiculed and shamed by the community because I was different. Because I am a queer.

A sigh passed my lips as depressing thoughts pressed into the forefront of my mind.

Edward and I were heading to Dublith on a train from Central City. The trip would take a total of five hours, and we had already been on the train for three and a half. With every passing moment, the pit in my stomach grew and contorted into a burning ball of chaos and anxiety.

Edward was asleep to my left, after complaining till he got his window seat as we boarded. I turned my head towards the resting boy. Now look at him, sleeping soundly while the scenery passed him by. Typical… A silent chuckle escaped me as I turned my head back to the compartment ceiling.

An annoyed exhale escaped my nose, I wish I could sleep…

My body just wasn't tired. Instead it was wound tighter than a coiled spring. At that thought, I noticed my knee bouncing idly to an unheard beat. Muttering a curse, I ceased the motion immediately.

I need a cigarette. It was partially the reason for the amount of anxiety piling on me. It also could be the fact I'm going 'home' for the first time in four years. Oh god—.

The thoughts were whipping back and forth in my mind: having an argument with yourself isn't going to solve anything…

I stood abruptly and turned into the narrow aisle. My eyes drew a line towards the sleeping boy to my left, who was soundlessly unaware of the world going on around him.

My heart skipped a beat; Edward was painstakingly beautiful. I shook my head at my thoughts.

Focus Roy; locate stewardess, ask for hard alcohol.

Once the scotch was in my hands and I was seated again, I felt marginally better. I still wanted a cigarette, but that would have to wait for another hour or so… I sighed and grumbled into the brim of my chilled glass.

When I had said earlier that I owned a house in Dublith, what I meant to say was, there was an estate waiting for me. Including my mother who still lived there. I bit back a growl forming in my chest. A large part of my anxiety stemmed from this fact. At least we wouldn't have to stay in the main house. There was a boarding house down the hill from the Mustangs Mansion. Thank god for small favors.

I sighed again and brought my cup to my mouth for another sip from the yellow liquid.

The train hit a rough part on the tracks, and the whole cart lurched forward. Moments later it settled like nothing had happened.

Well, something had happened; I spilled my drink down the front of my crisp, white shirt. I yelped as the chill soaked through the button-down and onto my skin. The shock jolted my system. Frantically I reached for the napkins the - overtly flirty - stewardess had given me moments before. I pressed them into the gold splotch running down my front.

Just my, fucking luck, I thought vehemently blotting my chest and stomach.

Edward's head lolled sideways onto my shoulder, a tired grumbly noise passing his mouth. But the boy soon fell quite as the even pattern of his breathing picked up.

I sat completely still. My drink and the stain on my shirt instantly forgotten. My bad mood and anxiety rushed out the window and into the rapidly moving scenery. Instead I suddenly felt renewed, better somehow. A simple movement, an act of an unknowing man laying his head on me. It was the touch, the comfort of another human's warmth sinking into my own.

A haggard exhale passed my lips as I could feel the invisible hands of stress pressing into my throat and making it tight. I placed the tumbler of scotch down into the holder on the chair's armrest before slouching down in my seat to make it easier for the boy's head to rest comfortably on my shoulder instead of lying on the hard knot of my collarbone. The gentle pattern of his breathing touched the skin along my neck like a calming caress. The boy mumbled something incoherent, before falling silent again.

Edward's skin was warm and smooth, his face burrowing into the arch of my shoulder. It felt nice… Almost like an actual home coming…

That thought made me open my eyes I hadn't noticed I'd closed. My cheek was pressing into the crown of yellow-hair which smelled of hotel shampoo and something purely Edward. It was comforting… With my nose touching the crest of the boy's head, I inhaled that unique scent of the other male. Like a freshly creased book blowing on an ocean's breeze.

I smiled before blinking bleary eyes. Everyone was getting up and exiting the train. I realized then I must have fallen asleep as well. But it only felt like a few moments had passed, when in reality my body decided it was time to rest and an hour had gone by unknown.

"We have now reached Dublith. Please take your carry-on luggage and proceed to the nearest exit. Have a good afternoon, and thank you for using Amestris Railroad."

The loud disembodied voice spoke through the speakers, startling Edward awake. He jerked away from my shoulder, and a string of saliva followed after him. He drooled on me… I could feel the moist patch – now that it was cooling – seep into the collar of my shirt.

"You drooled on me!" I exclaimed.

Edward's eyes appeared to be hazy with sleep, a sheen of confusion dulling his vision. He shook his head slightly as he yawned widely. A cocky smile played on his pink lips while he stretched his arms high above his head. I watched the arch of his back and how his black t-shirt rode up showing an inch of attractively smooth skin.

"And you came in my hair last night." Edward spoke through his stretch before his arms fell to his sides and his yellow gaze fell onto my face. "So… fucking get over it."

He wore a smile with an edge of a laugh hanging in his words. Edward's casualness and crude remark drew a chuckle out of me.

I had done that. I thought with an inner chortle as well.

"Touché." I replied with a smile of my own.

We quickly grabbed our luggage and exited the locomotive. There were lots of people around the train station. People going to and fro with intention, and we weren't any different.

I knew my mother would send Brian to pick us up in the family car. He was Mother's personal chauffer/butler/cook/everything to her. I felt my insides irk with agitation. I don't know why this knowledge bothered me so much. Maybe because it felt like mommy was sending someone to babysit. I groaned internally.

As soon as we stepped outside I was lighting up a cigarette. The first puff instantly took the edge away. I sighed a big heave of relief, followed by another drag of white smoke.

Edward was watching me with amusement in his eyes. The bright sun overhead making the yellow of his gaze shine like glitter. "What…?" I tittered out, feeling my mood lighten a bit because of the man at my side.

"Nothing…" He teased through a smile before glancing away towards the crowd of people.

I took another puff and exhaled the smoke upwards into the air. "It's never nothing with you, Edward."

The boy rolled his large eyes up into the clouds as he looked back towards me. "You're a fiend." He motioned towards my hand with an airy laugh. "Could barely wait 5 hours until your next sucking fix."

My smile stretched outwards as a dirty thought entered my head.

I pivoted my body a little closer into Edward's personal space, enough that I had to duck my neck down to whisper into the boy's ear. "You know, there is an entirely different type of stick I would rather be sucking …" I confessed with a flirty innuendo hanging open in the air. I pulled back slightly with a smile on my lips. A blush clung to the younger man's face like a reddened blanket. Fuck, he's too cute when he blushes. "Or should I be blunt and say, I would rather be sucking your prick."

The boy's reaction was priceless. He'd gone entirely still, like a deer caught in the headlights. His yellow eyes widened, and a sharp intake of breath breached his parted mouth.

I barked a laugh out and drew away from him.

His eyes followed me with a crease in his blond brow before he let out a nervous laugh and rubbed at the back of his neck. (I was realizing steadily this was one of Edward's nervous twitches.) I liked the fact that I was eliciting such a reaction from the boy. It stroked at my ego, leaving me pleased and entirely horny.

"Master Mustang."

My mounting libido deflated like a balloon rapidly losing air at hearing that familiar deadpanned voice. I turned and there stood Brian; Mother's trusted servant, or as I liked to call him as a child; Boring Brian. The man never showed any type of emotions. There were moments in my childhood where I had wondered if Brian was a robot or at least some kind of emotionless cyborg. I asked Mother once, but I was swatted away and told not to be ridiculous.

Brian had aged quite a lot since I had last visited. The grey hair and wrinkles along his face gave his age of 63 years away to whomever could witness. He wore his atypical black suit and matching tie. I don't think in all the time of growing up with Brian taking care of my family had I ever seen the man out of his two-piece suit.

He'd probably be buried in it when his time came. With that depressing thought I turned and greeted mother's most trusted servant.

"Brian." I formality clipped out. The familiar feeling crept up my spine, the same feeling I got every time I was near Brian. Like spiders crawling down my neck. I internalized my shuttered, this was going to be a long and tiring weekend.

The greying man had pitch-black eyes that always kind of reminded me of shark eyes as a boy. Observant and precisely deadly but lacking any true emotion behind them.

Brian had never cared for me. Honestly no one particularly liked me in this town. Well, except for Hawkeye's family and Maes. Apart from the few exceptions, I've always been the odd man out in my hometown.

Brian's bleary gaze turned towards Edward who stood at my side. Those eyes ran him over, probably judging the boy for merely being my friend. What Edward wore was casual, but I knew Brian. Being the type of man he was – a cruel, heartless bigot – Brian was looking down his large nose at Edward. In my opinion what the boy was wearing was fine, his black shirt and red coat. His hair pulled high on top his blond head. Edward was wearing his white gloves again as they hid his automail limb from view.

"Your mother said nothing of you having someonewith you." Brian spoke out blandly, each word coated in dullness with a hidden undertone of assumption that Edward was my lover. My gay lover. It disgusted him, and even though he didn't express it outwardly, I knew it.

"Edward Elric." Ed said, stepping around me to introduce himself.

Brian's dead gaze flicked to Edward before flittering back to me. "Mistress Mustang was not expecting another guest at the manor."

I watched Edward's jaw twitch with annoyance at being ignored. Like I said a long weekend…

My face stayed blank; it was the only way for me to deal with people from my past. Never show you can be hurt. Never let them in. Those were the two rules that kept me sane while growing up in a world of appearances.

"Do let Mother know I am grateful for her sending you to retrieve us." I spoke through a forced smile as I went on, "…but we will not be in need of your services, seeing as we won't be staying at the manor." My words dripped with sarcasm, but it was the kind of cynicism people had a hard time distinguishing. It was generally assumed that I was being overly polite or just plain rude.

I grasped Edward's hand. Before walking away, I casually threw a comment over my shoulder about calling Mother when I was good and ready. I then walked away before Brian could even open his thin-lipped mouth to retort.

There were yellow cabs parked and waiting for passengers in the loading area. I opened the door to the closest one near us. Only after we were all packed up inside the taxi did I allow myself to let out a breath of relief. I told the cabbie the address of my family estate, and we were off.

Edward hadn't spoken a word since our hasty retreat. I could tell the whole ordeal had put the boy off. My guilt started looping at that point. Why had I dragged him into all of this? He was just an innocent bystander. He didn't deserve the abuse from my pervious life. I felt the overwhelming urge to apologize.

"I am sorry for all of that, Edward." I announced into the otherwise quiet cab. Upon hearing my voice Edward turned away from the window he'd been staring out. His brow gathered together before smoothing in one fluid motion.

"You have nothing to be apologizing for."

I flinched at his words. "Yes I do. Brian…" I sighed heavily before continuing. "Brian had no excuse to be rude to you. Other than the fact he's a bigot and an old fool."

My fingers found the bridge of my nose as I pressed lightly trying to elevate the pressure mounting behind my eyes. The warmth of another person's hand clasping my own resting in my lap made me open my eyes. What I was greeted to was a wondrous sight. Edward's marvelous face inching closer.

The boy snorted as he scooted towards me on the small cab seat… "… I couldn't care less what that bastard thinks of me."

The boy leaned that much closer, his scent lingering in the air. "And neither should you." He demanded softly as his thumb stroked along the pulse of my wrist. My breath hitched with the same motion of my hand falling away from my face.

Edward's eyes were so very yellow and filled with an affectionate gleam. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to breach the distance that separated our mouths, to steal his lips in a kiss.

I didn't have to. Edward did it for me as if he'd been reading my mind. It was chaste, nothing but a smack of warm lips meeting for a moment. It was over before it began. But that simple kiss lit my chest with an unfamiliar fuzzy emotion. Gone was the guilt and the thoughts that this was all my fault. All of it was replaced with a sensation that I was not used to experiencing.

"So..." The boy said through a growing smirk as he righted himself, his hand still twined with my own "Did I hear correctly when Brian said 'manor'?"

A deep chuckle erupted from my chest. "Yes, you heard correctly."

The boy's smile broadened slightly at my words.

"Does that mean you're loaded?"

I laughed again. My father's fortune was vast in size, this I knew for sure. My mother also came from old money; she was the oldest of her sisters, and since my grandfather had no sons, she inherited her family's wealth upon his untimely death. So to say my family was rich…well that would be – to put it bluntly – like asking if a flamingo had pink feathers. We were beyond wealthy. The truth of the matter was that upon my father's death, it was written in his will: unless I married a woman by the time I was thirty-five, I would receive no inheritance. I'm thirty-four. I don't think I'm going to be making that dead-line.

I had already come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't see a cent of my inheritance. I didn't want it anyways. I refused to bend and break myself because of money. I was not greedy; I was not my father.

"It means my family is rich. I'm not." I specified with a sad smile.

The boy's head cocked to the side, "What do you mean by that?"

I sighed heavily and let go of Edward's hand to lace my fingers together in my lap. "It means my father was a stingy bastard who wrote me out of his will all because I wouldn't change to his demands."

"Because you're gay?"

I nodded my head once and made a sound of acknowledgment in my chest. "Because I'm gay." I mimicked back with a frown taking ahold my face. I shook my head like a dog coming out of the water and replaced my sullen mood with a happier, lighter one.

"It doesn't matter. I got what I wanted in the end."

Edward's blond brows furrowed in towards the middle. "Care to elaborate?"

I answered with a widening smirk. "No."

I watched the irritation slowly leak into Edward posture. It was too easy to wind him up, I thought, unlacing my fingers and brining my right hand to rest on the boy's muscular thigh. "I'd rather just show you."

The tick of Edward's jaw clenching was audible. It could probably be heard by the taxi driver through the plastic partition separating us. "What the fuck, Roy?"

I lightly squeezed his thigh, "Have you ever heard the saying 'patience is a virtue', dear boy?"

"Oh, fuck off." Edward exclaimed, folding his arms into a pout.

A bark of laugher emitted from me. It bounced off the walls of the taxi and lingered the rest of the way to our destination.

The Mustang Boarding House.

-Edward-

The taxi pulled up in front of a brown stoned house. If a house is what you could call it, fucking hell... "It's huge!" I exclaimed, cranking my neck back and forth to take it all in.

We were parked in the long, circle driveway. The black pavement was wet and shiny beneath my boots as I got out of the cab. The grass was the most pleasant shade of green, and it was everywhere, wrapping around the bend on either side of the long structure. The ever changing trees and bushes decorated the surroundings. It was all well-manicured with the wilds being kept at bay by the paid help.

I turned my attention back to the house itself. It had a very Victorian feel to it. Dark browns and tans, harsh edges and drastic peaks. It was almost intimidating standing before it. I felt tiny and insignificant compared to this giant build.

"It's fucking huge."

"You've said that already." Roy spoke over my shoulder with a chuckle lining his words. I looked back at him as he paid the taxi driver. I scowled, I should've split the bill. Glancing towards the large looming house again I thought, kek. Let the rich bastard pay.

As the taxi drove off, Roy came to stand next to me with both our bags thrown over his shoulders.

"You ready?"

"Is this the manor?" I blurted out, ignoring Roy's question for the time being.

I watched the lopsided smile dimple in one of Roy's cheeks. It gave his face a boyish quality he was normally lacking. I felt my cheeks blush slightly as he looked at me.

"No. This is the Mustang's Boarding House…"

"—Wait a minute," I interjected again. "This isn't even the manor?"

"No, my family's home is far…" he paused searching for the right word. "…superior."

A low whistle chirped off my lips before I whispered under my breath, 'isn't that something'.

"Come on." Roy said as he walked towards the tall wooden entrance. It was left unlocked, I observed as the older man turned the cast-iron handle and the double door opened. He walked through the entryway before disappearing into the darkened house like he owned the place. He probably does, I thought as I stared towards the dark, wooden door before moving forward and through the entryway.

The first thing I noticed was that the décor was very rustic. Dark woods and rich leathers scattered across the room. It was beautiful but in the manly type of way. A mirror hung in the front entryway, mounted on a heavy, brass filigreed frame. Along the same wall were pictures, old black and whites photos of random people whose faces I would never really recognize. They looked like they were from the 1920's maybe earlier*. I speculated as I moved on to explore the adjoining room.

It was some sort of sitting room, a large – well used – fireplace resting at the focal point. The mantle was huge and the dullest color of white, nearly a shade of pale grey. The furniture in the room looked old, faded and from a different time. I stepped down into the vast room. The wood creaked under foot as I wandered towards the center.

I called out Roy's name, and silence was my reply. Where had he gone?

Turning around back the way I'd come in, I shouted his name again. "Roy, where did you go?"

There was a wooden staircase up to my left that I hadn't noticed when I first entered. I went over to it and looked up the rosewood stairs.

"Roy?"

The man's handsome face appeared over the banister of the second floor, "Up here." And then he was gone again.

I felt a frown touch my mouth and as I climbed to the top, I suddenly realized how huge this old house really was. The ceiling went up and up and up. You had to crank your neck back all the way just to see the peak of the room.

It left me with a slight feeling of being inadequate. I pictured my one bedroom flat, which in its own right was larger than most apartments in Central City. But standing in this luxurious multi-million home, I became aware of my own status in life. I have to say it was a humbling experience.

The second floor was just as massive as the downstairs. A long hallway greeted me with many doors leading into different rooms. It was decorated in the same style as the floor below. Dark wood with random pictures and paintings adorned the walls in the empty space between windows.

I called for Roy again because honestly, where the fuck would I start looking for him, too many damn rooms. I grumbled internally.

With the speed of a light bulb flickering out, Roy was on me, ushering me into the room on my left. My back hit the opposite wall, all air leaving my lungs in a moment. Roy took it as his advantage, his clever tongue slipping past my parted lips in exploration. Roy's hands cradled my neck while he bent down to deepen the demanding kiss.

It took a second but my senses kicked through the confusion. A tingling sensation shot down my spine at the other man's heady taste. The hands of desire gripped my stomach in their tightening fists. I took the liberty of showing how good it felt and sucked Roy's bottom lip into my mouth. I bit it before I let go. The rumble through Roy's chest that followed was gratifying enough.

We pulled apart and I watched Roy lick at his swollen lips. It made my stomach roll with lust, knowing he could taste me there.

"Sorry," he said letting his thumb skate across my cheek bone. "I've wanted to do that since exiting the train."

I understood the feeling… I thought as I smiled outwardly with a touch of a blush painting the tops of my ears red.

"Nothing to be sorry for." I replied leaning into Roy's palm on my cheek.

I never wanted to feel drawn to any male like a moth to the flame. Particularly not a man like Roy Mustang, a guy would could have anyone he really wanted. I never meant to fall for a man. Never a thought nor inclination of romantic feeling had I experienced with the same sex. Until Roy.

But here I was. With a male who me made reexamine myself, who made me look inside and realize that maybe I was gay (or at least bisexual).

Roy's looks. His voice. His scent. The way he spoke my name. (Sometimes I'd catch myself shivering straight to the bone just from the way he says my name, like it was a prayer on his tongue to be repeated.) This man makes me come to life. It was a realization that left my throat tight. Who knew you could become attached to someone so quickly. I thought looking up into Roy's dark eyes. And I was attached. Hook, line and sinker, I'd been caught.

Roy smiled back, his fingers brushed my bangs from my brow before drifting down to graze his pale knuckles along my jawline softly. We stood there like that, my back pressed into the wall with Roy looking down towards my face.

My attention was focused completely on him. Roy's eyes kept flickering from mine and back to my lips. It left me straining on the tips of my toes to try to bring his mouth back to mine again. It was a futile attempt because he pulled back just out my range. It was a low blow because I couldn't reach father than his chin...

The whine that left my mouth was reasonably the least manly sound I had ever made. It made Roy chuckle.

"So impatient." The other man tsk with his mouth still out of my reach.

I went to reply but the sound of Roy's cellphone chiming in his pocket interrupted.

We both looked at each other before separating. Roy immediately pulled his phone out to check the caller I.D.

A look of gloom took over his features, "It's Gracia." He announced as he accepted the call and brought the plastic device to his ear.

"H-hey."

I was close enough to hear her meek reply.

Well this is uncomfortable, I thought switching my weight from foot to foot. I made to move towards the room Roy had come out of but Roy's grip caught my wrist in a firm hold. He looked at me with heavy eyes; they were asking me to stay. To be here for him, to help support him through his time of need. Something I knew Roy wouldn't ask aloud he didn't have too. I already knew.

My hand slid from his grasp as I entwined our fingers together. I squeezed once before letting go to lean up against the wall I'd just been pinned against. I was trying to give him space and privacy to talk but still be near enough for support. The sound of Gracia's voice was barely audible from where I stood with my hands in my pockets. I only could pick up the murmur of a faint female voice asking if Roy got into town already. Roy replied that he had, and that we were at his house. Gracia said something along the lines of 'we'?

Roy looked over towards me, his dark eyes boring into me. "Yeah." He spoke into the receiver "I-uh, brought a…uh-friend with me from Central." Roy rectified.

I didn't hear Gracia's reply because my blood was rushing through my ears and my heart pounding behind my ribs. There was a slight pain residing there in my chest.

Roy was still watching me; I tried to still the emotion on my face. For a moment there I was worried he was going to call me his boyfriend. Not that I thought he was my boyfriend or anything… I just felt a little irked because Roy still considered me as just a friend. I pushed that doubt aside.

I apparently missed a big chunk of the conversation because Roy was agreeing happily to something Gracia had said.

"Sounds good. We'll be there around six thirtyish."

She must have agreed, because in the moment they were saying goodbye to each other. There was a silence that clung to the walls as Roy ended the call. His deep breath was what broke the stillness.

"She wants us over for dinner." Roy swallowed once. "I couldn't decline." He sighed in the same motion he pocketed his phone.

"Oh," was my vague reply. It honestly surprised me. I couldn't find the words to reply; I was left speechless.

Roy was staring at me with that sad, sullen face I remembered seeing on the balcony of his hotel room last night. It sent a pain through my stomach at the memory.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to."

Roy sounded like I'd kicked his dog. He stood across the way with slumped shoulders as if the weight of the world was resting upon them. –It kind of was.-

I pushed off the wall I was leaning against and went over to where he stood. I grasped both of his biceps and squeezed lightly. I might have had to look up because he was a head taller than me but I met his dark stare.

"I'm here for you. Wherever you need me. I there." I smiled up and held his glistening eyes. I realized then and there, his eyes weren't dark brown but a deep ocean blue. So blue they were the color of the black night sky.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

I love you, whispered through my mind but I brushed it away. It was not the time to admit those type of things. Too soon… I thought brushing my hands down the length of Roy's arms till I reached his hands. I brought each one to my lips and kissed his bare knuckles.

When I was done, Roy cupped my face in the palms of his hands and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"You are too good to me." Roy breathed against my skin. Another kiss followed before he pulled away to wipe at the corners of his wet eyes.

"We should get ready to go soon." He paused to brush his hands down his thighs. "It takes about thirty minutes to get across town."

I agreed and asked where I could locate a bathroom before we went. I was instructed to go down the hall and to take the fourth door on the left. I smiled and excused myself. Roy shouted after me about the towels being in the cupboard behind the lavatory. Ignoring him I hurried down the hall, I told myself I wasn't running away from Roy. I was just taking a breather from everything.

This trip was already turning into an emotional roller-coaster, and I wonder silently, could it get any more out of control? In hind-sight, that was an ignorant question to ask…

Of course it would get worse. It always does.

To be continued.

Fullmetal alchemist is set in the 1920's. The picture in the boarding house was a shout out towards that.

A/N: Hello my faithful readers. I am so sorry for this late update. Life kept getting in the way of it. Both my life and my beta readers. Please, please please forgive me *ugly cries*. The next update WILL be faster. Much love. Paradigm.

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