Well, it seems we're back on track with the usual chapter format. It should allow me to get new chapters out more often. Which I think you would appreciate.

Now, let's see where this is going.

"You know…there's something really SAD about the fact that you are the only one I can talk to." Gaz unapologetically said, her face covered with an unenthusiastic expression.

"Trust me, human, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either," Zim responded, with the same tone and expression as the person in front of him

He and Gaz were sitting at a round table for two, at a cafe. The place was fairly quiet and relaxed, as most of its potential customers were going to the more popular and well-known establishments. Though it had added to the price of the items on the menu, it hadn't affected the quality at all. A quality that Gaz had found to be well worth the walk to the inner city. But it also wasn't located too close to the busy parts of the city, which Gaz also appreciated. Cobbled together, it had made the perfect combination for a place, she was willing to make her go to a place for something to drink, and to get away from the house.

That particular day, the sun was high in the sky, and most people were either doing outdoor activities or were just happily hiding away in their homes, enjoying a fairly relaxed day. For Gaz though, it made for the perfect excuse to go and get an iced coffee. She was also pleased to find that there weren't as many at the cafe as there usually were. Something she was relieved by, considering her loud-mouthed acquaintance.

"Ugh! The sun is BOILING ZIM! How can it be that those OTHER stinky humans get a parasol but not ME?!" The alien angrily complained, while wiping away drops of sweat, which were forming under his wig, and slithering down his head.

"Hey, you choose the seat." Gaz dismissively commented taking another sip from her cold drink.

"How was I to know it would be this SEARINGLY hot today, huh?!"

"Don't you have like some kind of alien machine to keep check of the temperature? Or you could, you know…check the weather on the news?"

"NEVER! Those so-called 'weather reports' do nothing but LIE! ZIM WILL NEVER TRUST THEIR FILTHY LIES!"

He shook his fist aggressively in the air, before taking a sip from the cold soda he had ordered.

Gaz let out a disappointed sigh, wondering why she was still allowing that loudmouthed idiot to sit with her. She could technically track it back to the times that Zim had been at the door, asking for Dib. And when Dib hadn't been there, she would be forced to hear Zim complaining about him for nearly ten minutes straight, before she could get the chance to ask him to go away. From there, she had started listening for fifteen minutes, then twenty minutes. Listening then became suggestions and questions, and in the end, it spiraled into conversations. She at first wanted nothing to do with him, but she found herself more and more entertained by Zim's constant bickering. She also discovered that he was a surprisingly good listener. When he wanted to be. For the rest of the time, he would be talking about something, leaving Gaz to only guess at how long it would be before she could get the chance to talk. It was strangely enough not something that bothered her that much.

But after they started talking, Gaz would start to be more welcome with the idea of greeting Zim whenever she would see him. Then one day when she was on her way to the cafe, she happened to meet Zim, he wanted to know where she was going, and one thing led to another, and now whenever they wanted to talk, or mostly just complain about something, they would meet at the cafe. And thanks to Zim, the mostly unnoticed Gaz would now be recognized at the cafe as the person who would keep bringing their loud friend with them. Something that had earned her quite a few irritated stares. Though she was more annoyed than bothered by them. But for some reason, she was willing to endure it, just so she could keep talking with Zim. She would never admit it, but she had grown somewhat fond of the green alien.

She took another sip of her drink and stayed silent for a moment. Her silence earned an inquisitive look from Zim, who actually stayed quiet, waiting for her to speak. Which was the signal she was waiting for.

"Well, I guess I might as well talk with you about it. So, let's just say that I…discovered something that Dib was doing-"

"What was it?"

"Quiet, I'm talking. *Clears throat* So, I discover this, and I feel like it's low, even for Dib. So…I want him to get a little payback, and I get this idea for a plan. Something that I know he's going to hate, and therefore it would be perfect as punishment. Or at least…I thought so." A regretful look spread across her face before she quickly shook it away again.

"So, I go through with the plan as intended, and in the end, it worked like a charm. Everything I wanted to happen, happened. He learned his lesson, I had a little fun, everything should be perfect!"

She went silent again, and it looked like she was amidst an internal struggle, trying her best to describe her worries with words. Or rather, just force herself to say them.

"But…it isn't. Well, technically it could all fix itself with time, and I'm just being paranoid like Dib usually is, but…there's something different about this time."

"What do you mean different?" Zim asked, having surprisingly listened on attentively.

"Well, this isn't the first time I've done something like this to Dib. The difference this time being, that I wanted him to learn something and maybe become a better person. But the most important difference is…he hasn't let it go."

The same guilt-ridden expression came back as if directly challenging her choice of words.

"Okay, maybe he has the right to be angry, considering I went through his stuff, and whatnot. But even after a week, he still hasn't talked to me, without making some snarky comment about what I did."

"You still haven't told Zim what it was you did." The alien commented with an annoyed tone, feeling as though he was missing the other half of the story,

"That's because it doesn't matter, and not something you need to hear. Now, his attitude is something I could easily just ignore until he forgets about it, but the problem is I'm feeling…feeling…" Gaz kept repeating the word, hoping the rest of the sentence would just flow out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Zim looked on with a confused look. After a moment, Gaz finally managed to find the word she was looking for.

"Guilt…I'm feeling guilt." She said, as if still unsure how it was even possible.

"And I for the first time I'm wondering if what I did was…okay? I never do that! I just do whatever I feel is justified, so why am I suddenly feeling like I did something wrong! I've done stuff that's way worse, so why is this the time I'm suddenly questioning my actions?!"

She let out a weary sigh, as the doubts that had occurred ever since she was struck by the thought that what she did was wrong, came flooding down on her.

"Maybe it's the way that Dib is still angry with me, or maybe it's because I wanted to do good for once, or maybe it's something else entirely, all I know is I'm feeling like crap for something I did, and I don't know why!"

As Gaz gave Zim a questioning look, he realized that she wanted him to say something. He looked around nervously, trying to think of something to say. As he thought more about it, he suddenly was hit by a memory. One he had hoped to never think about, but he could feel that it somehow related to the conversation. That it was the right thing to say.

"You know…maybe it's because you've…changed." He uttered the word with such sheer disgust, but it didn't seem to faze Gaz. Instead, she started to think about it, though she did it at first to humor herself.

"Changed? Really? It's that supposed to be the reason why I'm feeling like this. Just because I've changed."

She chuckled at the idea, but then, something started to click.

"Well, I have to admit, this whole mess I've gotten myself into isn't something I usually do. I was trying to help Dib after all, though, the more I think about it, I may have been a bit harsh on him. Still, I was trying to help! Which is…something I would never normally do."

The more she pondered over it, the more it seemed like a likely explanation.

"Hmm. Maybe…maybe I've just gotten…nicer. I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to feel about that. But it would at least explain why I'm feeling bad about Dib being angry with me."

She went into thoughtful quietness, as she thought about what it was she could do next. She just expected to find some reason to feel justified about what she did and dismiss Dib's anger. But instead, she found herself realizing that she probably was in the wrong. A feeling she had never quite experienced before now, which left her quite puzzled about what to do next. The option to just ignore Dib until he stopped being angry was still an option, but for some reason, the idea didn't quite satisfy her. It didn't feel…right. She needed to do something more. She wanted to do something more.

"Does this mean you're done? I'm happy to see that my genius advice has proved effective, but I'm getting quite tired of hearing you whine about your problems." Zim said though he wasn't as displeased about hearing Gaz's worries, as he said he was.

Gaz looked up at him, with a mildly frustrated look, that soon turned to confusion.

"...You were the one who asked ME if we could meet here and talk."

"Yes, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear YOU talking about your insignificant problems the entire time."

"Oh really? Then maybe you would like to talk instead?"

"Uhm…OF COURSE! It is Zim's rightful turn to speak!"

"Great! Because I'm still wondering what exactly happened at the prom!" Gaz asked with false enthusiasm, though she had truly wondered what had happened that night. Dib hadn't really been in the mood to tell her, and Zim had conveniently avoided that subject the last few times they talked.

"...What?"

"You see, I couldn't have helped but notice that Dib, and even you, seem somewhat happier around each other ever since that night. So, I'm somewhat interested in what went down that night."

Zim stared back at her with a horrified and dumbfounded look, as he realized what kind of a trap he had been let into. If he backed out, then he would look weak and cowardly in front of the human, and if he did tell her, then he would just look like a stupid fool. Someone who let stupid, squishy human emotions take over and let him humiliate himself in front of his sworn enemy. He had forgotten just how clever the Dib-sister could be. So clever and cruel. It was a miracle she hadn't already disposed of The Dib long ago. The Dib human was indeed much more intelligent, considering he saw through Zim's amazing disguise. But compared to Gaz, he was like a Vortian against a pack of Slaughtering Rat People.

"Uh, um…Zim can assure you that nothing of interest happened that night! Indeed, it would be better if you forget all about it!"

The alien then started drinking, using it as an excuse to stay quiet. He had hoped that it would make Gaz start talking again, but instead, she kept looking at him patiently, waiting for him to finish. Zim kept drinking, hoping she would reconsider and just start talking about her stupid earth problems, but she continued to wait. It was only once Zim had drunk all of his drink, that the human decided to respond, to the alien's frustration.

"Nah. You're gonna have to tell me at some point. Why not now?"

He thought about her words and had to admit there was some logic to them. She would just force a confession out of him eventually. So instead he thought about a way he could explain the details of the night while avoiding some certain…events he would rather not talk about.

He let out a dramatic sigh, to try and convince the Dib-sister that she had won. He then went on to explain what had happened at the prom-thing, meanwhile keeping tabs on the human's face, trying to see if she was falling for his deception. But her nonchalant expression left him clueless on if she was believing what he was telling her. Once he was done, he held his breath anxiously, waiting to see her reaction.

Gaz looked at him with a slightly confused look, as she went over the events in her head, wondering if she just should have waited for Dib to explain the night to her.

"Let me get this straight…you wore a dress?"

"IT WAS A GOWN!" Zim angrily yelled, still having some pent-up anger from when Dib called it a dress.

"Sure. And then you came and you-" She interrupted herself when she suddenly started laughing, with Zim looking at her with a less than thrilled expression.

"You…you DANCED?!" The mental image was enough to give her a good laugh, something she rarely had. Though she had to stop herself eventually, as she got a glimpse of Zim's face, which was growing more and more exasperated as her outburst went on.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, really funny."

"Oh sure, just laugh all you want at Zim! I'm sure it's REALLY FUNNY! HAH HAH HA!" Zim continued fake laughing for a bit, before Gaz gave him a look, signaling him to stop.

"Hey, I said I was sorry. Okay, I just need to ask about something else."

"You get to ask ONE MORE THING, and then the glorious Zim won't answer your stupid questions anymore."

"Deal. All right, I just want to know…"

Gaz made an unintentional pause, as she wondered how Zim was going to respond to her question. For all she knew, he could literally say anything and react with anything, and she would believe him.

"...Did you like it?"

When Zim didn't immediately answer, she thought that it might be because she had to be more specific.

"I mean, did you like being at the prom…with Dib?"

Zim stared back at her with a blank expression, his eyes seemingly empty of any life. Gaz was even starting to get worried when even after a moment or two, he didn't respond or do anything at all.

"Hey, are you still there?"

He had thought a bit about that night, with slightly pleasant connotations. But he hadn't even thought about if he LIKED being there. And especially not if he liked being there with Dib. After all, if he had wanted to, he could have easily come with anyone else, with enough persuasion perhaps. But he hadn't even wanted to go to that stupid, meaningless event at all! The only reason he came was because of the Dib-thing. Which was becoming more and more worrying, the longer he thought about it. He still hated The Dib, naturally. They were enemies, and that meant that Zim would have to destroy him at some point. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from feeling some uncertainty about it all. He knew that Dib had infected him with dangerous human feelings, but what happened that night seemed way beyond just what feelings could do. Zim had enjoyed himself, something that should have been impossible, considering the event itself. But then there was Dib. The more he thought about it, the more it became apparent that all the things he had liked about that night, were connected directly with The Dib.

Then there was his gown. He remembered that when Dib asked him why he had made it, he found himself completely bewildered at first. He had said it was for himself, but there was a part of him that felt like he had lied. The more Zim thought about it, the more he felt the same. He worried that the reason was as ridiculous as it was dangerous. That he had made it because of Dib.

Zim couldn't wrap his head around it, but it somehow seemed like the most likely answer. No matter how hard he tried to explain to himself how stupid the idea was. After all, why should he have cared about how he presented himself in front of the Dib-thing? it was ridiculous, unreasonable, and utterly stupid! But he couldn't deny that he felt something…strange when The Dib had complimented his outfit. Or when they had danced. Something he had never felt before. Something that scared him to his core.

"Zim, hey! Did you die?" Gaz asked, snapping her fingers in front of the frozen alien's face, which suddenly sprang to life.

"AHHH-WHAT-WHY-I AM ZIM-EH?!"

"Jeez, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive." A surprised Gaz muttered, before moving back to her sea, leaving Zim to regain his composure and remember where he was. Once he seemed to have calmed down, she continued to hound him with the same agonizing question.

"Do you remember? You were about to tell me if you liked being at the prom with Dib?"

Zim desperately looked around, as if hoping an excuse to not answer her question would come flying in to save him. He considered just fleeing, but he was under the suspicion that the Dib-sister would catch up with him. In the end, he accepted his grueling fate, and let out a painfilled sigh.

"Alright, Zim will tell you! I…I…didn't utterly despise or hate my time with The Dib."

"So you liked it?"

"NO, I said that I didn't hate it! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE, EARTH PIG!"

Gaz wondered if it was worth continuing to argue with Zim. But in the end, she decided that she had gotten all the information she needed. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, she was sure that he had liked it a lot more than he let on.

"Whatever you say."

"YES, IT IS WHATEVER ZIM SAYS!" The alien affirmed, before staring at his empty drink and muttering angrily to himself.

That left Gaz, who was still wondering what it was she was going to do. She knew that Dib was just going to be staying in his room for the rest of the day, doing work for the swollen-whatever they were called, so if she wanted to say something to him, there was no better time. But that was the part she was still unsure about. What was she going to say to him? And was she really going to apologize to him? She couldn't remember the last time she had apologized for something. But it wasn't like she had any better idea of what to do. She hated to admit it, but she had started to enjoy hearing her brother rambling on about cryptids, aliens, or even Zim. Though she wasn't interested in that stuff at all and mostly used it to make fun of him, it was something the two of them had together. And only after a week of not hearing about his stupid theories or complaints about Zim, was she starting to understand how much that it meant to her. Though there wasn't any force on earth or in hell that was going to make her admit it. After all, Dib was never going to let her live it down.

It was starting to get dark when Gaz was making her way to Dib's room. Even from out in the hallway, she could hear him tapping away at his keyboard. She had always wondered what exactly it was his internet buddies were making him do, but it wasn't the time to think about that. She was going to walk in, say what she wanted to say, and leave. That's how apologies worked, right?

She made her way over to the door and was surprised at how heavy her hand felt when she moved it up to the door handle. Once she grabbed the handle, she slowly opened the door. The room was completely dark, except for the bright computer monitor, with which Dib's face was clued to, as he tapped away at the keys. As Gaz stood in the doorway, observing her brother working, she suddenly felt like leaving. He hadn't noticed her entering, so she could easily just leave. She didn't know why the thought had come to her, or why it seemed so alluring. She had just spent so long convincing herself that talking to Dib was the best thing she could do, and now she suddenly wanted to walk away? No, she wasn't going to give up. For once she didn't feel herself being bombarded by the doubts that appeared ever since Dib got angry at her. Only some irrational fear, which she wasn't going to let control her.

She took a deep breath, and let the air out before she took a few steps into the room. It was at that point Dib finally noticed someone else in his room, but before he had time to look, Gaz announced herself.

"Hey, Dib."

Dib, who was just about to turn to see who it was, froze still for a bit, before continuing with his work, intentionally acting like Gaz wasn't there.

"Oh…It's you." He muttered with contempt, still working but seemingly more out of bitterness than determination, at that point.

"I have a name you know."

There came no answer. That was how it had been for several days, and Gaz couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated by his behavior. If he was so mad at her, why didn't he just tell her what it was? Why did he have to keep being so dramatic about it? But that was something she could be annoyed at later. She wasn't there to argue about that. She was there to apologize.

"...I know you're angry Dib, and I just want to say that-"

Before she finished her sentence, Dib interrupted her, his voice filled with resentfulness, and his face twisted into an exasperated expression.

"That I'm being dramatic? That I'm being an idiot, or is it a moron you usually call me? I've completely forgotten. Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm sure I can guess it, so maybe you should just save both of us some time, and leave."

For some reason, Gaz found herself silent, unable to say anything back. She could feel his words sting her like wasps. Before, she hadn't known what it was. But at that point, she did. It was guilt.

"Or, wait, maybe you're not here for that. Maybe you're here to ask me to do something else for you." He turned to face her for a moment, just to give her a quick angry glance.

"Maybe you want me to walk out into the street while holding a sign saying I'm a freak. Or do you want me to make a list of all the reasons why I'm stupid and read them up for you? No, wait, now I know. You want me to walk over to Zim's house and ask him to kiss me in front of you so you can take a few pictures, hang them all around my school, and then record my reaction so you can replay it again and again, while you're-"

"THAT'S NOT WHY I'M HERE" Gaz yelled, her face covered in a frustrated and worn-out expression. She couldn't help but get angry as Dib kept talking, though she couldn't tell why exactly she became angry.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Dib yelled back at her, finally turning away from his work to face her completely. From his expression, it was clear he was preparing to keep screaming and was ready for Gaz to yell an insult his way. He practically wanted her to. Just so he could keep yelling back at her. He wanted to get mad at her, to scream at her. Which was why he was so surprised when she didn't yell back. She just stood there, silent. It was only after a moment, that she finally opened her mouth again, though the sound that came out, barely resembled her usual voice.

"To say that…I'm…sorry." Her voice seemed pitiful and the words sounded foreign in her mouth. But still, she felt a bit of relief after saying it.

Dib, on the other hand, was too surprised to even gasp. He at first looked at her like she had just spoken gibberish, but once he started to make sense of her words, his confusion only grew.

He could barely believe it. The one person, besides maybe Zim, that he never thought would apologize to him, was Gaz. And since Zim had already apologized to him, he had played with the idea that it would only be a matter of time before she would apologize too, no matter how unlikely it sounded. Yet there she was, and he could barely believe it. It had been exactly what he wanted, and there were a few times when he was sure she would finally apologize, but after some time he just abandoned that small sliver of hope completely. But now, she had apologized to him, and it actually sounded genuine. As genuine as Gaz could make it sound. But it was at least something. But he was still skeptical. Maybe she was just saying it to make it happy, and she didn't actually know what she had done wrong.

"R-really? For what!" Dib demanded to know, though his voice was still in shock, fumbling with words. Fortunately, Gaz decided to not comment on it, which Dib couldn't help but appreciate if only a little bit.

"For…well, invading and not respecting your private life, for forcing you to do something you didn't want to do, and for trying to make you look like an idiot in front of a bunch of people…right?"

"Oh uhm…yeah, that sounds about right." He replied, slightly unsure of what to say next.

He had expected to he would need to explain what she did wrong, but she seemed to have that front covered. And when he looked at her, he could only see genuine regret on her face. It was something he rarely if ever saw on her. But there was still one more thing gnawing at him from the inside. One thing he needed to know, even if it was somewhat stupid. She had told him her reasons before, but at the time, it had felt like something was missing. Like there was something she didn't tell him. And he wanted to know what it was.

"Okay, but I just need to know ONE thing. This ONE thing, you still haven't explained…why did you do it? For once it was something that didn't directly impact you, and therefore none of your concern. But still, you went after me! I just want to know why!"

Gaz slowly opened her mouth, her lips slightly trembling, as she prepared to speak. It was funny. She had no problem explaining it to Zim, but now, in front of Dib, what she wanted to say felt stupid.

"I just…"

"You just wanted what?" Dib asked, and despite his vicious tone, he was sincerely curious about what she was going to say.

"...I wanted to help you."

"HELP ME?!"

"Before you start going off and start yelling, I want you to know, it's not like you think!"

"Oh really? Well then, please. Explain." He somewhat sarcastically replied. He then leaned back in his chair, patiently waiting for her to explain herself, with an irritated look on his face. Gaz took another breath, preparing to speak, hoping to avoid the same weak voice she had before.

"I saw what you were doing with that secret camera, and I knew that at some point, Zim was going to discover it. And that it would ruin whatever friendship you two weirdos managed to build up. So…I wanted you to learn a lesson." She couldn't help but look down at the ground while thinking about how stupid she sounded.

"Which was somehow connected with making me ask Zim to the prom," Dib mentioned with a bit of a suspicious tone. Gaz looked back up at him, with a bit of an awkward smile.

"Okay, that was maybe for my own fun. But, what I want to say is, that I wanted to help you, Dib. For once, I wasn't trying to make your life harder."

"...You want me to believe that?"

"Trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are. But seriously, I need you to believe me."

Dib pondered over her words for a moment, while dragging his hand over his face. He then let out a tired sigh, before looking back at her. His expression was surprisingly sorrowful, leaving Gaz taken aback.

"...You know, I'm also a bit angry with myself for what I did. It's something that I'm supposed to be better than. BUT…I'm angrier at you. Do you know why?"

"...I'm, not sure." Gaz hesitantly answered, as she felt like something was coming up, that she hadn't accounted for. Something she hadn't thought about.

"...It's not because of what you did, or why you did it. Not…completely at least, but you get my point. No, the reason I'm really angry at you…is because I thought you were better than that. Or, that you had become better than that."

Gaz could feel the words pierce her chest, and she had to try hard to keep back a pained expression. She had just accepted that she had changed. She hadn't thought about if Dib maybe already had seen that change, long before she did. And that maybe he had expected different things from her. Expected her to act better than she usually did.

"What you did, is what I expected the old Gaz to do. And that's why I'm angry. Because I was so sure that you had changed away from that. That I didn't need to worry anymore about things like that from you."

Gaz was quiet for a moment, with Dib waiting for her answer, his breath slightly unsteady, as he had no idea of what she would say next.

"...You know, I think you're right. After all, you have changed. Even Zim has. So…why shouldn't I have changed too."

There was a quiet moment in the room, as both of them absorbed each other's words. For once, there was a bit of peace. Maybe that was what they needed. Just a moment to talk about it. To accept that things were different, and they couldn't get away with the same stuff they did when they were younger. That some things don't stay the same. But at the same time, some things just stay the same.

"Still, I think you deserved it."

Dib was at first worried and confused, but when he looked at her face and saw her smug smile, he wasn't angry. No, he felt like he usually did, whenever she would jab at him. The need to fight back.

"Okay, I'd admit, maybe I did. But then you also have to admit that you went a bit overboard. Like, COMPLETELY overboard."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Gaz sarcastically replied, with the same smug smirk on her face.

"Oh come on, asking Zim to the prom? That was your idea of learning a lesson? Did you WANT to get me killed?"

"Only a little bit. But hey, I didn't think he would mind the idea that much. And low and behold, he did like it."

"Yeah, maybe, but in the future, why don't you leave that kind of thinking to the Zim expert himself!" Dib proclaimed while pointing at himself, before turning back to his computer, with a self-satisfied look on his face. Gaz looked at him with a curious look, before a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, I can't wait to see his face when I tell him you said that."

"Whatever you-wait, what did you say?"

Before he had time to turn to her, Gaz had already left the room, leaving Dib completely alone, once again. The more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed. They had just opened up to each other and then went right back to arguing. Though it was the more friendly and sibling-like arguing they were used to. It was just then, that he realized how much he had missed it. No matter how screwed up it sounded.

Not that he was a bit frustrated that she just left. They could have talked about some other things too, some things she did to him when they were younger. But maybe he shouldn't expect too much from her. She was still Gaz after all. And what they had talked about, he never expected to hear from her mouth.

Still, he hadn't completely forgiven her. He could still feel some resentment in his chest whenever he thought about what she did. But it helped to hear her apologize. And to talk with her about it. It actually helped a lot. Still, he needed time to process it all. Not to speak about how she admitted she had changed. That was something he never thought she would realize on her own. To say that there was a lot for him to think about, was an understatement. But for the moment, he laid it to rest, as he had work to do. Still, there was one thing he couldn't let go of, which just continued to haunt him.

"Wait…did she say that Zim liked being at the prom with me?"

Another chapter once again. I wanted to tie some loose ends from the previous chapters. I may have rushed it a bit.

Oh yeah, a little disclaimer, there's gonna be a bit of a delay until the next chapter. There is some school stuff I have to do, you know how it is. Still, I hope you don't mind the wait! Oh, and also, have a good day.