a/n ~(I'm sorry I didn't update for the longest time. I admittedly have about 20 unfinished unpublished stories in my work folder though and other things getting in the way of writing. ( 8 ^ 8)\o *throws chapter*
Please forgive me.
Long chapter –SkyBluePimpSuit)~
Myotismon awoke far earlier than Wizardmon the morning after the miserable little voodoo doll spent the night in his rooms. He groaned and pushed up the heavy lid of his finely-polished ebony coffin, and did the usual yawn, stretching out his arms and back, brushing the sleep from his eyes, and swiping stray locks of blonde from his face. His sleepy gaze slid over to the bed, and a small smile struck his lips when he saw Wizardmon hadn't attempted an escape. Instead, Myotismon peered through the darkness to see the wizard was buried underneath the smoothe-to-the-touch, white, fluffy covers. Myotismon found himself feeling mildly impressed Wizardmon had either the courage or peace of mind to stay here.
…Or maybe he was simply that exhausted.
Ah well, Wizardmon was here. Maybe he could wake him a little….intimately. A fine idea; and a wonderful start to the morning, too.
Wizardmon was truly a refreshing person to torment: The noises he made were delightful, and he didn't tire of pushing the little fool's buttons. Myotismon eased himself over and out of his coffin, and crept to the bed with a devious grin. As Myotismon approached, he pushed his own mussed-up hair back flatter and kept the end of his tongue pressed between his smirking lips. For one thing, he felt he had to look more proper and the other—well, even people as heartless as himself can become overtaken by pure, unadulterated glee.
His footfalls were near-silent on the polished stone floor, and soon he loomed over his occupied bed. His shadow fell over Wizardmon's face and covered body. Imagining the look on Wizardmon's face when he woke was all the incentive he needed, not to mention the swell of self-satisfaction he'd feel if Wizardmon got into it like the first time they kissed.
Unfortunately, as Myotismon was lowering his torso down closer to Wizardmon's, a ruckus of loud thumps at the door made him pause rigidly. His mind halted as well with irritation at the intrusion, and he decided to push himself up and take a few steps from the bed before his little 'guest' woke up. And to swiftly go to quiet that clatter and make whoever dared make it severely remorseful.
After another thud, an obnoxious voice that could only belong to Demidevimon sang an incredibly off-key morning greeting to rouse his master. "Gooood mornin' boss~! You told me ta wake ya up! LOTSOFSTUFFTODOTODAY! Ha HA!" the voice cackled more clearly than one would think possible with a door muffling them.
In that moment, he had a mind to yank on that little wretch's wings until he cried for mercy and force him to be his footstool for the rest of the day. Some rustling and groaning behind him reminded him he had a company, and he thought better of the idea. That didn't stop him from being in a foul mood by the time he got to the door, of course. "I'm awake, Demidevimon, you can stop clattering around out here like a dunce." Myotismon snapped in a sharp tone through the sliver of space he held the door open. Honestly, the only reason Demidevimon woke him was because he was attached enough to the worm not to maim him after being wrenched from sleep. And, of course, because waking up during day hours proved difficult on his own.
"Heh hehe. That's great, boss!" the little vermin sounded hesitant. "Do ya want me to help ya get ready and go over the itinerary?" the would-be bat flapped faster than usual to maintain flight and flashed Myotismon the nervous grin he usually wore when he was afraid of being on the wrong end of his master's wrath.
Curse it all. He had a schedule to keep, didn't he? No time to play with Wizardmon then, it seemed.
"No, that's unnecessary." Myotismon answered firmly, Demidevimon's disappointed expression not going unnoticed. That was their usual routine, but he couldn't have that blabbering nitwit spreading around an eye-witness report that Wizardmon had gotten the privilege of sleeping in his bed. Myotismon didn't care much about hearing about it, it would be a rumor and nothing else as long as they didn't get caught, but Wizardmon would care and so would Gatomon. And if that happened, the game would be over. Or at the very least, hard to continue with satisfactory results. It would be difficult to snag Wizardmon if they were under suspicion. Pathetic thing would probably feel shame or embarrassment or Gatomon would be upset or some nonsense. "I will spend my time alone and you can fill me in at breakfast when I'm ready. Be gone, Demidevimon." He said finally with a dismissive wave of his clawed hand.
The decisive parting words had Demidevimon obeying(if not a bit slowly) and perking up at the concept of having breakfast with his lord. Most of the time, he was swatted away so Myotismon could 'dine in peace.' "You got it boss! See ya at breakfast!" the little bat howled boisterously as he flapped away.
Myotismon shut the door and made sure to lock it, turning around to find a disheveled Wizardmon sitting up in bed and staring at him. Well, there went some of his fun. Nevertheless, this needn't be a wasted opportunity. He would get something out of this morning, even if it wasn't much. He put on what he thought was a sly smile and approached the bed, looking more predatory than even he realized as he sat himself down and leaned in juuuussst close enough to make someone feel uncomfortable. "Good morning, Wizardmon." Myotismon said, letting out a deep hum. "You look like a fine mess this morning."
To Myotismon's surprise, Wizardmon didn't flinch or gasp or look an ounce…well, anything. He expected Wizardmon to at least jump a little or look uneasy. Impressive. Or, it would have been if Wizardmon had been more awake.
As it was, Wizardmon sat hunched up, squinting at him and mumbling incoherently as he wobbled from side to side.
Myotismon's smile faded and he looked at Wizardmon's still very much asleep form and contemplated what to do with that. The mood was gone, and he had a lot to do today. He settled on pushing the wizard back into a lying position by applying two fingers to the front of his small frame and leaving a note next to his pillow. Not to be considerate, just to make sure he didn't try to shamble his way back to his room. No one else needed to witness that pathetic display.
Myotismon bathed, dried himself off, dressed and otherwise got ready to seize the day without incident. It was a shame, really, he could've used the amusement he would have gotten if Wizardmon had woken up during that.
On the way to breakfast, he stopped one of his little followers-a Candlemon-in the hall and gave him a sealed envelope to be delivered to the Soulmon that Myotismon had summoned to his rooms last night.
"Of course I can deliver this message, my lord!" The Candlemon held himself together aloft and proud, and appeared eager to appease his master in any way he could. Good lad, but here Myotismon took some extra time to loom over the floating candle whom quickly became anxious. "Soulmon is to open this envelope in a room by themself, and if I find that that wasn't the case or that you opened or otherwise tampered with it," he paused, sparing Candlemon a downward glance as he stepped back. "I doubt anyone will be envious of your punishment." Myotismon finished his instruction with a smile and an edge of amusement in his voice that sent a visible shiver up the little candlestick's body.
"Chop chop." Myotismon said, dismissing Candlemon with a wave. Myotismon chuckled darkly to himself as he turned from the form quickly retreating down the stone hallway and went on his way to his private dining hall.
It was a short walk through a few drab hallways adequately lit by wall-mounted torches. When Myotismon stepped through the doorway, he quickly identified Demidevimon sitting on a pillow on the table near where his own place was set. It wasn't hard to miss, as Myotismon's usual place was at the head of the long, dark wooden table. Even harder to miss was the large chair, much more elegantly carved than the others around it, embellished with gold and a deep red upholstery.
Demidevimon floundered to attention, scrambling up from where he'd been stuffing his gob to address his master. "Boss! That was snappy. We got yer food right here, still toasty an' everything." The creature grinned at him, and Myotismon immediately thought that if he didn't find the bat ball entertaining in some way, he would probably have had him killed by now. Or at the very least, put in the dungeons.
"I see that." Myotismon pulled his chair out and sat down, looking over the table. The usual mix of fruits to pick from the table, thick sliced bread, fried potato slices and meat waiting to be placed in a sandwich or be cut up and eaten directly.
Myotismon reached over and moved a few things onto his plate, taking his fork and knife and tearing into a cut of meat. "Read me the schedule." He ordered, focusing his eyes on his food and blurring out anything else except(unfortunately) his underling's unpleasantly rough and strained voice.
"Sure thing!" Demidevimon awkwardly launched himself into the air and quickly and briefly bobbed towards some paper that sat on the table more directly across from his master. He plopped himself down next to the sheets and desperately skittered around until he could read properly. "Let's see; we got some new recruits in a few days ago that are goin' through training today-I know you'll wanna see them," the little bat took pauses between items on the list to take in Myotismon's nods and neutral noises of affirmation with steadily-growing self-satisfaction. " you scheduled a check-in with the Devidramon today, Human Studies needs a check-in too, heh, they been bragging like nobody's business about some major breakthroughs…"
Myotismon listened to Demidevimon go down the rest of the list. Some of them were duller than others, like going over reports someone was probably fetching and compiling right now or going over the training methods for the new recruits. He leaned back into the plush upholstery of his chair as he took a long drink from his slender glass. They had it down pat except for sneaks like Wizardmon who took it easy on them or refused to dole out the punishments for failure harshly enough.
'Hmm, I suppose many of them still have that stupid softness buried in them. It's just a matter of how far down it is..' Myotismon thought dourly.
He set his glass down on the table with a sudden clink that startled Demidevimon and brought his reading off to a sputtering stop. For the best, really, Myotismon needed to think now that he remembered he had to arrange for someone to take Wizardmon's place and prepare for the possibility of a fuss from his favored feline. He cut off before Demidevimon could resume reading, or ask him whatever question was in that little screwball mind of his.
"That will be all, Demidevimon. You have another more important job to do today, don't you?" he asked his shrill companion, who seemed to perk up and then swell with pride as he remembered his new mission: to divert the children as much as possible.
"Yeah! I'll get right on that, boss!" the batball flapped into the air with the same great enthusiasm he had at the start of almost every task handed to him. "You'll see! I'll have those snotty humans on the ropes!" he bragged in his rough, obnoxious voice.
Myotismon gave an amused smile as he casually went back to finishing up the last of his food, looking over at Demidevimon. "Remember to try and keep those brats from activating their crests and gaining more power, and remember the penalty for failure." He added, watching Demidevimon's face scrunch up like he'd come in contact with something foul.
"No problem, Lord Myotismon! You'll see! I ain't gonna be the one sleepin' with no bats tonight!" he cried, zipping off with determination and a wild cackle without even being dismissed.
"Probably not, but Wizardmon was right. As long as Demidevimon can delay the children, nothing else matters. They'll miss their ticket to the human world and we'll be conquering it and looking for that miserable eighth child.." Myotismon spoke to himself, savoring the last few bites of cantaloupe-like fruit before he pushed himself up from his chair. He strolled around the table and picked up the paper Demidevimon had left behind. He wouldn't be able to relax for a while today. 'Who made this schedule and decided all these things should fall on the same day? I should sink my claws into them.' Myotismon thought as he went on his way.
He wouldn't remember it was he who planned it that way to be efficient and have a day away from his throne, only unhappy with it now that he wanted to play with his newest toy and complications had arisen.
The first stop was the recruit training. Myotismon was talking with one of the training staff-a far too enthused Veggiemon-about Wizardmon's replacement. Just then, a certain white fluffball honed in on him. She approached carefully with her ears perked and a very serious expression. As if he couldn't guess what this could be about.
She stopped to his side and put a claw to her chest, bowing her head forward. "Master Myotismon, may I cut in?" she asked slowly with a slight edge to her voice, straightening up and peering up at Myotismon after giving Veggiemon barely an acknowledging glance.
Myotismon half-turned to give Gatomon his attention, holding a hand up to silence Veggiemon. "Go ahead, Gatomon." He said, unable to hold back a pleased smile at the situation.
"I'm sure Veggiemon here was just telling you, but Wizardmon didn't show up. No one has seen the louse all morning. Should I lead a search party to drag him back by his sorry behind?"
The Veggiemon seemed very annoyed and narrowed his eyes, but otherwise remained quiet.
"No, that won't be necessary Gatomon. Wizardmon isn't missing, he's merely injured beyond the capacity to do his job. I've given Soulmon permission to hole him up in a private room while he takes his pathetic time healing." He watched her face carefully and was rewarded with a twinge of worry on her face that was gone as quickly as it had crossed her features.
"I see…I guess I was getting antsy over nothing if he hasn't run off after all." She said, nodding as her ears twitched to face her sides.
Veggiemon snickered, seemingly interested in the interruption now. "Eeheeheeheehee! What did he do to get beat so bad?"
Normally, Myotismon would have just said what happened in a mildly amused tone, or even swatted the minion off and not said anything about it. This was a good opportunity though. He could start off the story and cement what supposedly 'happened' and then order Wizardmon to repeat the story to anyone who asked. Perfect.
"I sent him out last night to scout out new recruits, but he was attacked…that's all I could get out of him before he passed out, anyway." He punctuated the end of the sentence with a well-placed scowl at Wizardmon's weakness. It wasn't a hard thing to fake.
Veggiemon continued to snicker a little, but Myotismon paid him no mind and focused his attention back on Gatomon. "I was actually in the middle of arranging a temporary replacement since he's indisposed." He paused, tapping a clawed finger to his cheek in thought. "You're more than capable of taking charge here, Gatomon." He said in an authoritative tone, shocking both parties to varying degrees.
He turned and started to leave as Veggiemon gaped after him. "Unfortunately, I can't stay to watch; I have a lot to do today," He turned back to them for a moment to give them the minimum amount of respect, and also to see the looks on their faces. "But I'm certain you have what it takes to fill his boots."
As if some sort of paralysis spell was broken, Gatomon jerked and hurriedly bowed to Myotismon, with one arm bent in front of her and the other splayed out to the side. Veggiemon quickly followed suit. "I won't disappoint you." She said while Myotismon was still in sight.
As soon as he left their sight, though, she shot a nasty look at Veggiemon. "You'd better stop spitting on Wizardmon, or you're likely to be in the infirmary yourself. Covered in cat scratches." Gatomon raised a paw to show off her sharp claws for emphasis.
Veggiemon huffed up "What do you care? Anyway, if you're filling his boots, all you're going to do is get in my way anyway. The fool never lets me go all-out on the fresh meat." Veggiemon finished with a short cackle.
Gatomon made to swipe at Veggiemon, a delighted laugh leaving her mouth as Veggiemon jerked back with a shriek. "I'll have those newbies whipped into shape faster than you've ever managed." She scoffed, before proudly padding her way over to the gaggle of new recruits taking up space near a row of target dummies.
Myotismon's next few stops were not nearly as entertaining, but certainly less problematic for the most part. The Devidramon were still obedient to him, but were reported to be restless, more aggressive and less controllable at night. He okay'd a tentative plan to get them out more under careful supervision.
The Human Studies group had indeed made some breakthroughs, though nothing as major as what they'd claimed which was sorely disappointing. They'd been studying human city structures and culture, and could tell him basically that big buildings that looked unique from surrounding ones were important and what a school looked like. It got them less than satisfactory remarks, considering he could have figured that out very quickly himself upon entering the human world. Then they had some information that was marginally useful about human sleeping habits, routines, and behavioral patterns. He left with some books apparently written by humans in hand, having had to wrench one from a Bakemon that had become over-attached enough to actually defy him with the knee-jerk reaction of trying to snatch it back when he'd barely touched the volume on the messy desk. Then he'd had to keep it just to show he wouldn't stand for such disrespect in addition to giving her a good throw against the wall.
He didn't care much for their "visual novels" to begin with, but you can't just let people beneath you get away with anything like that.
He almost headed back to his room to drop off the books but growled to himself when he realized he still needed to pick up his reports so he could sit down and idly read through them later. Possibly with a glass of wine. This unfortunately lead to some backtracking closer to the front entryway to the courtyard and then going down a wide hallway with doorways that lead to different branches of pretty boring stuff. Inventory, project planning, scouting division, Soldiers' office, Advanced forces' office, mail room(a real ghost town there) and finally the information hub known as Reports and Records. Their jobs included not only gathering up all the current information coming in and organizing it, but transcribing it and sending it to another location known as the Record Hall. They also had to record the accounts of the….less dexterous digimon.
He stopped in expecting to walk right out with his stack of troublesome but wholly important papers.
"What do you mean 'you don't have them collected yet?!'" he barked with flared nostrils at the poor Tsukaimon currently acting as the head clerk. It promptly lowered itself and cowered slightly on a lined notepad on the desk obviously made with someone much larger in mind, probably a bipedal champion-level digimon.
"Someone from your department told me they would be ready by this morning. It's certainly not morning anymore." He continued in a low growl, tempted to smack that squishy little wretch right into a wall.
"W-well, I'm terribly sorry, Lord Myotismon. There's still a few papers we're waiting on, and some of the materials are still being transcribed…"
Myotismon hefted up the books he'd been carrying and slammed them down on the counter near the edge in frustration, his hand shaking with the effort of self-restraint. The clerk as well as several other digimon in the office visibly flinched. "Have someone bring them to my rooms when you department is finished with them. These books as well." He said in a surprisingly even, if not clipped tone.
He briskly walked away before any more could be said to avoid the increasing urge to crush someone in that department for the poor job done. Maybe even anyone would do, as long as he was satisfied. He lost enough staff as it was though, and this one seemed to adequately fear him. Besides, if they were manning the front desk, they couldn't be responsible for the hold-up.
That thought didn't ease any frustration, though. He'd wanted to get that work out of the way. He had other things to worry about-like getting Wizardmon to a private room that wasn't his. Or being able to relax and toy with him at his own leisure-that was all ruined now that he had something he had to wait on. His pace picked up as he passed the mail room again and his movements became more jerky and violent.
"Incompetent imbeciles.." he muttered darkly to himself.
He was just about to pass in front of the entrance to the Advanced Forces office when a wall of pale, almost grey muscle hit him. "Watch where you're-" Myotismon's eyes focused with an annoyed look, but his complaint died in his throat when he realized he was eye-level with a metal jaw and part of a grey humanoid body. He looked up slightly to see the rest of Skullmeramon's face tilted slightly forward to look back at him with the usual blank expression.
He made a low grunt as he respectfully took a step back. "My lord." He greeted plainly, saying nothing else.
Myotismon's expression dropped a little and he broke eye contact. His eyes lingered on Skullmeramon's chiseled, chain-wrapped torso before deciding he had to move on. There wasn't time for that now, even if he could damn well use the outlet. He still had a little rumpled wizard to see to…
"Move." He ordered Skullmeramon, pressing a clawed hand against the digimon's chest and pushing him aside before continuing on his way.
His foul mood was so blatant that anyone coming his way gave him plenty of space, actively veering out of the way long before he reached them. He noticed some heavy footsteps behind him, but thought nothing more of it. They were an acceptable enough distance away. 'Besides', he told himself. 'The sooner I return to my room, the sooner I can lay all these frustrations into my new toy and watch him squirm..' He almost stopped in the middle of a hallway as he pondered on that thought.
'No, that's right. The little wretch needs time to recover or he won't last.' Myotismon growled with a sneer, changing course again. It didn't help that he wasn't really getting any closer to getting Wizardmon's pants off, even if the attempts were amusing. Being so forward only seemed to go so far, and he didn't want to just order Wizardmon to sleep with him. He'd done that plenty of times with other servants, it was fairly boring by now.
He made his way through a brief grid of hallways to some usually vacant rooms. Even if they weren't empty, he'd just order them clear so he could have a place to calm down without any other irritations.
He turned the handle of the first door in the line of rooms and wrenched it open, feeling some of his mood ebbing away when he found the room was already empty. Good. He paced forward halfway into the room and let the door fall shut behind him. He was alone, the screw-ups would be bringing him everything he needed later, and…well, he still had to figure out what to do with Wizardmon. Both where to physically move him, and how to make actual progress in his seduction. The wizard seemed interested in getting physical, but whatever incentive that was there didn't seem to be enough…
As he paced the room a bit, he sourly pondered on a strategy to get what he wanted from Wizardmon. The usual tactics were boring or not entirely working; he had to try something else. He could *eck* try being more nice. It wasn't very appealing to him—why should he have to lower himself to being overtly nice to someone far beneath him? Granted though, it would be unexpected, and he could already imagine the amusedly shocked look on that pale, round face of his. Wizardmon would probably think himself dreaming.
He didn't have to make it too generous, though. Maybe he could hold back on the beatings Wizardmon would take in place of Gatomon…
Gatomon…maybe he could use her-
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the door to the room he was occupying creak open, someone step in, and creak slowly shut again.
Someone actually dared to interrupt him. His anger from earlier had mostly left him, but he felt his mind dancing on the edge of it at the nerve of whoever was behind him.
Myotismon turns slowly at the sound of heavy footfalls moving in his direction, but his expression morphs somewhat into mild confusion and then intrigue and acceptance when he sees Skullmeramon approach and stop much closer than was the respectable distance.
"My lord." Skullmeramon's address echoed across the empty room, and his intense gaze bore into Myotismon's eyes when they made contact.
This hadn't been the first time, but Myotismon had to give him credit, this was pretty bold. He was fairly certain why Skullmeramon had followed him here, and he very well could go for the pick-me-up after earlier.
"Is there any reason you're here?" Myotismon asked. The question was a formality; He was already licking his lips with anticipation.
Skullmeramon, for his part, thumbed the chain in his hand as he answered, making it move slightly with a soft, repetitive clinking sound. "You looked upset earlier. I thought if you'd let me, I could help you" he paused awkwardly for some reason. "…blow off some steam."
The accidental pun settled between them, and Myotismon felt his lips curving up. "What a promising offer." Myotismon closed the remaining space between their bodies, pressing his hands to Skullmeramon's chest between them. He let them roam from there around the greyed-out sides to rest on the other digimon's shoulder blades, having to wedge under the chains wrapped around them. "Lean down for me." He ordered quietly, his purple-glossed lips pushing against Skullmeramon's neck as soon as it was in range.
He'd already taken a detour, this wouldn't take too much longer. They just had to be quick and he'd be on his way back to his room to deal with that mess with Wizardmon and the paperwork, if it'd been delivered.
Pleasantly, Myotismon was reminded that Skullmeramon was quite warm hands even larger than his own wrapped around his upper arms and kneaded them. That was nice…
Myotismon raked his clawed fingertips along Skullmeramon's well-muscled back, relishing in the growl he got in return and another spike in heat accompanied by a fooooosh sound. Skullmeramon must have lit himself up. When he closed his eyes to savor the hands on his body and the flesh he had currently started biting, though, his imagination had other plans. He knew well who he was feeling up-the heat alone spoke for that-but with his eyes closed, he pictured someone much smaller, someone a little squishier. The gasps let out when his thumbs rubbed circles into the pale blue sides shallow and raspy.
He was pulled from the brief-and concerningly vivid and enjoyable fantasy-when the soft groans came from above him, and were much deeper coming from his current partner. He stopped his hands short of wedging themselves under Skullmeramon's belts and the waist of his pants, breathing hard and taking stock of where they were:
Skullmeramon had a light blue blaze sizzling around his shoulders and down his arms, he felt two large toasty hands rubbing the backs of his thighs, what he could see of the other digimon's neck was discolored with warm purple bruises and bite marks, they were both panting-
He'd really been lost thinking about Wizardmon, because he didn't recall exactly when they'd done these things or when he'd backed Skullmeramon into the wall. They'd been in the center of the room when this started.
Skullmeramon paused what he was doing and brought his hands up to rest on Myotismon's backside, standing up straighter(probably glad to have his neck back). "That was different…lord.." he admitted in a low grumble. His metal jaw was slacker than usual, and the red lights of his eyes were blurred around the edges gave them a hazy look. As much as Myotismon liked the picture, he was also frustrated he couldn't escape thoughts of what he wanted to do with the miserable wretch in his bedroom. Not even when he was busy having his way with someone else. That miserable wretch who still needed to be moved before the courier from records stumbled upon him.
Myotismon steeled himself and regretfully pushed his extremely attractive soldier away, taking a few steps backward himself. "I can't finish this right now."
Skullmeramon still stared at Myotismon with the same hazy look, but his arms obediently fell away from his master like noodles—very firm, muscle-shaped noodles. "Permission to ask a question."
Myotismon didn't have to grant Skullmeramon anything at all, but he was feeling just as put out by his own decision. Or he thought he was. Skullmeramon's face was very had to read, being made out of plates of metal.
"No." he answered Skullmeramon, stepping forward and pulling him down more to his level. In a very rare display, he held the edges of Skullmeramon's steely jaw and licked a long trail up it, ending in a kiss on the metal cheek further up.
"I'm behind schedule." The excuse was flimsy, really. It was his castle and everyone in it not located in a dungeon worked for him, he could do whatever he wanted. Skullmeramon wouldn't question him though.
"I'm afraid we're both going to have to deal with it because I can't afford to stick around anymore than I have." He felt incredibly amused once he pulled away again, Skullmeramon leaning forward a little to follow his touch as blue flames consistently fooooosshhhh 'd up to a foot from where it connected to the greyish shoulders and arms.
"We can try again another time." Myotismon continued in a smug tone.
He lost the majority of that attitude as he awkwardly unbuckled his own belts to adjust his dick in his pants to look less conspicuous before he left.
a/n ~(p.s. I did not beta read this I just kinda reread the sentences as I'm writing, so feel free to point out spelling or grammatical errors)~