A message to my dear friend, Bongwater. You've still got it.

THAT SYLVEON

Alright. This is not the final chapter, but good grief, this has been one of the most anticipated. I've gotten a lot of DM's for this chapter, and it only spurred me on to complete this. Sorry about the large delay. Massive thanks to my patrons as well, there's not a lot I could do without them. Nothing else to mention, so let's get on with it.

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Julley stared at Cassidy. Cassidy stared at Julley. One of them was jaded and lethargic, the other was startled and ready to pounce at any moment. The Umbreon's rings glowed in the absence of light. A small amount of illumination was provided by the Sylveon in the bathroom, but it wasn't enough to bring out his features. The fresh snow Pokemon could make out the outline of his cleanly kept teeth, though, and braced herself once she noticed his mouth began to open.

"C-Cass?" the dark type barely mustered. The recipient of the name call didn't even want to open her eyes. She felt a liquidy weight form in the corners of her eyes. "W-Wow, aha… I hadn't seen you all day."

"Oh, right. Yeah, Jull… I've been out for awhile. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

The Umbreon forced a smile, but the expression didn't last very long. "N-No, unless it was you who made that m-monstrous sneeze."

She was inclined to keep the moderately tense atmosphere as serious as she could, especially with what she had on her mind. However, she couldn't do anything to get rid of the twinkle that developed on her maw, and the eventual giggle that followed it either.

Her laughter soon died down, and she opened her eyes and returned to the situation that was her husband. She noticed Julley had a tiny smile of his own about him as well. Although, the aura surrounding their contact didn't change, though. Cassidy still felt that unknown force pulling or pushing her toward the ground as prominently as ever.

"B-By the way, C-Cass… Where… Where were you today? Y-You were gone for so long…"

"I uhh… I had to go out for my last yoga session before I could cancel my subscription without a fee…"

Julley cocked his head and squinted his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me before you left?"

Cassidy looked anywhere else, as a way to avoid eye contact. "I, uh… I just didn't think I'd be gone for that long. I had left a text message, though."

Red eyes glared down the melancholic teal ones that begged for forgiveness. However, the crimson orbs weren't angry. They weren't frustrated. They were sullen. They were sombre. They heaved down Cassidy's heart similarly to a crane wire snapping in two while carrying a heavy load.

"Cassidy, I-I… I want to ask you something."

The Glaceon took a deep breath, yet tried to keep it as quiet as possible. The growing pitter patter noise became louder as the rain outside picked up it's pace. She was an ice type, but even she could feel the hefty heat from her cheeks spread to the rest of her face. Cassidy nodded, yet all so suddenly, simply standing up straight became a chore; an ordeal. Her legs vibrated in anticipation and distress.

Following a sigh, Julley had sat back on his rear, and so did Cassidy, still meeting each other in the visual plane, although struggling to bring life to their thoughts.

"S-So, umm…" the Umbreon mumbled, breaking eye contact by changing the direction of his stone-cold gaze to the rough carpet below them. "You know your yoga instructor… G-Gorvin?"

"Gorvin? O-Oh, you mean Gauvin."

Julley looked back up. "Y-Yeah, Gauvin. D-did you receive a letter from this person at all?"

Sheepishly, Cassidy wrestled her digits together, her ears flopping about as she tilted her head downwards.

"Y-Yeah… I did."

"What was that letter about…?"

No time had elapsed following that question - Cassidy had been broken down. The icy woman was divided apart by her fear and vexation. Thus, she held her head in her paws, and bawled her eyes out. Torrents of cold tearful droplets rolled down her cheeks and matted themselves into the already tattered carpet. The sound of her sobs calling out to Arceus for forgiveness propagated quivers down Julley's spine, and it had clicked in his head - a call for action. He raised himself up and bolted over to his wife; his lover; his responsibility. An embrace covered her balled torso, courtesy of Julley's arms surrounding her circumference. He winced upon feeling the harsh, bitter coldness bite back at his skin. Yet, he closed his eyes, and bit on his inner lip.

"I-I'm so sorry, Julley! Please, please forgive me! Don't hate me!" exclaimed Cassidy, crying out to the ceiling, that being her only time to breathe before she resumed her seemingly endless bawling.

On the other hand, Julley was confused, as this only created more questions than answers in his baffled mind. It was only a couple minutes that the sobbing had continued on for, before it began to cease.

"Cassidy… A-Are you okay?" whispered Julley, as softly as he could while the ironically shivering Glaceon was within his grasp.

Weirdly, Cassidy had shook her head, but still opened her shaky mouth to speak. "T-That letter… Monsieur Gauvin had been touching me in certain areas during r-recent yoga sessions, a-a-and… And in that letter, he had talked about how he had adored me this entire time, a-and… Arceus, Julley, I'm just so sorry!"

Julley's ears stood up straighter than Brendan upon seeing a certain primed and nude Lucario. He then shuffled about and stared at his wife with conviction. "W-What!? C-Cass! That guy was t-touching you? How comes you didn't tell me!? W-We need to report that person strai-"

"N-No!" shouted back, Cassidy, gripping her lovers chesty tufts with intense tenacity. Her eyes were red similar to a discriminant echidna. "There's a reason why I hadn't told you before - I just didn't want any more of this to happen… I don't want to tell the police, or anyone else. I don't want any more drama out of it, and I've cancelled my subscription, too… P-Please, Julley. Just let it be."

The Umbreon then looked down at the floor, disappointed. He held his wife tighter in his arms, yet his confidence could brick away the abyss inside of him. The gap led to a creature that taunted him and swung claws at his heart. Mocking him. Gandering at him.

"I… It's not fair on you, Cassidy! Y-You deserve some sort of justice!"

Despite her husband's pleas, the fresh snow Pokemon shook her head and covered her eyes once more.

"Julley, please, okay? I-I just want everything to go back to normal, alright?"

The Umbreon sighed. Respect was paramount, and he of all Pokemon should be aware of it. Above all, he didn't let go of his loved one.

"A-Alright, Cass… I won't."

Feeling slightly more confident in herself, the Glaceon found the will to move and return the warm, kind embrace given to her, as well as pop a smile for once. Together, they sat there in both silence and darkness. Thankfully, the ever so intrusive rain kept them company, knocking on all walls for entry. To no avail, of course, save for some crevices. A small trickle of light seeped out from the bathroom door, illuminating the two in tandem with Julley's golden bio -uminous rings on various parts of his body.

So, still going to accuse her of cheating?

Ugh. Don't even, Arceus. If I tell her that I even thought about it, she'd go insane. I had no idea the other guy was the problem here.

Uh-huh. To believe you even thought about it too.

Alright! I was wrong! Can you quit it, now?

Fine by me. You'll be hearing from me and the rest of the fanbase in the morning.

I'm just going to pretend like I understand what you're saying. I think I'll have to talk to Cassidy about this tomorrow. When she's feeling better.

Uhh… Is Anais still in the bathroom?

Julley's ears slanted in the direction of the nearby bathroom. The light was still on, and he had barely noticed. Perhaps that was another situation to chalk off as something to sort out after a good night's rest.

The street was beat down with the heat of a joyous sun. Appreciating it especially was Anais Breon-Solian. The Sylveon pranced down the boiling pavement with a spring in her step. Her form was a little bit off following her serendipitous slumber on the toilet last night, but that could only do so much to beat her current mood. Evergreen Highschool of West Latias city began appearing down the road, and a thought popped into the fairy's head.

What the heck? I just realised - What day is it?

Well when you think about it, it's been about 6 days straight of nothing but school, indicating a clear continuity err- uhhh… hang on… *click* hello? Giratina speaking. O-Oh! Hello, Miss OTP! N-No! She just asked a question, and… Okay. Yes. I understand, I'm sorry. Goodbye. *click* *beep*.

Uhhh. What the fuck is going on with you?

Nothing! What's going on with you?

No, you can't do that! Answer me!

LEAVE ME ALONE! You aren't my mawm!

The voice in her head had disappeared in a hurry. Anais had dismissed the legendary assaulting her thoughts, and looked forward. A sparkling white coupe with a familiar duo sitting inside was parked right on the kerb outside the looming school building.

"Just… Just make sure you look out for the vending machines, alright?"

Barry glared at his father. "I know, Dad. You uhm… you tell me that everytime you drop me."

The fire type behind the steering wheel took off his sunglasses. "I tell you because I'm worried, Barry! They can do… horrible things to a Pokemon."

"Dad, they're just vending machines."

"Get out of my car."

"W-Wha..?"

"Leave the car, Barry! I… I'm sorry, man. I just need some time alone."

Barry complied, and awkwardly shuffled out of the convertible. Once his son was at a safe distance, Brendan sadly completed about five donuts in the middle of the road, before accelerating downtown. The teenage Blaziken scratched his head, and turned around to start heading into scho-

"Hey there, Barry! Was that your pops in the car?" woofed Anais, hopping happily toward her cousin.

"Woah!" the blaze Pokemon flinched. "You really scared me, there. But umm… Yeah, that was him. He uh, went on about vending machines again. It's starting to worry me."

"Interesting! Anyway, have you heard about the good news?" yipped the Sylveon, disregarding Barry's life story. Nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm dating a special someone! Can you guess who it is?"

The Blaziken statued a talon below his beak. It was a no brainer. "Of course it'd have to be Raidon! You two were like… uhh… Well, a really good pair."

"Aww, thanks so much, ya numbnut!" dreamily sung Anais, swaying from one side to the other. Barry smiled upon sighting the feat. "Kinda can't wait to see him later today, too."

"I'd say that's adorable. Could we go inside, now? It's so hot, I feel like I'm molting. That wouldn't be a nice thing to do in public."

"Ew, you actually molt?"

Barry became baffled. "Yeah, uhh… Don't you?"

"No?"

"Oh."

The two walked down the hallway, talking about arbitrary yet notable things about their school and whatever. Taking one left here and another right there, Anais came across a terrible fate to behold. A girl she once knew closed her locker after grabbing what it was she required, and gloomily turned around to spot the Sylveon walking just beside her. Two hearts flopped on their sides, one in anger and the other in regret. Anais felt her legs before weightless as soon as she looked into the miser orbs of Bella.

"I… I… Bella?" stammered Anais. Barry, who was next to her, struggled to comprehend the situation before him.

The Mightyena's body language was stiff and rigid. She had fully turned around, and Anais could get a proper view of her: Her fur was scruffed and messy, and her eyes red from clear sleep deprivation. She clung to the metal material of the crimson locker doors like a doll balanced against a wall.

"Hi, Barry."

Not bothering to further acknowledge the Sylveon, she forced herself off the lockers, and pushed past Anais using her shoulder. Down the hall she went, and the former friend of hers painfully tried her best to hold a liquidy substance urging to take an abseil down her cheeks.

Barry turned to his whimpering relative. "What… What was all of that about? Aren't you two friends?"

"I don't know, man."

The fairy seemed inconsolable. She turned around with a heaved huff, and began walking back the exact same way that they had come from.

"Umm… Anais? Anais! You're going the wrong way to form!"

"…"

Anais had recalibrated her direction, and the pair of cousins had eventually made it to form. They sat next to each other, since the room was lacking both a certain electric type and a normal type. It was slightly awkward for the Sylveon, though; she was merely a couple seats behind the Mightyena who wasn't quite level with her just yet. Her paws tapped against the wood of her desk, looking to and fro impatiently at the ornate clock and the Blaziken beside her.

Bump. Bump. Buh-Bump. That was the sound of Anais' heart beat twice the phase of a second. She couldn't handle the feeling she had in her stomach every time she peered at the Pokemon she once called her best friend. It was pain-inducing, and Barry's disturbed looks at her didn't really help anything either.

"Goodness' sake, man. No Raidon, too." Anais angrily mused to herself.

"Uhh, is that him at the door?"

Barry pointed to the primary entrance to the classroom, and Anais' eyes lit up gleefully. The window on the door wasn't one you could easily see through. It was those lightly stained ones where you could only spot a shadow.

A couple knocks rapped at the door. The form supervisor, a substitute Empoleon, stood up after adjusting her glasses, and walked over to the door. It was opened, and proudly behind it stood tall a Zeraora. Their yellow gloved paws were placed on their sides, and a clean set of pearly white teeth were brandished for all to see.

"'Ullo, Ma'am. Is this uhhh… Class 12B? I think I'm a returning student here."

"Right. Let's have your name checked, shall we?"

The Empoleon nodded, and let the electric type through. Their spectacular golden man bounced up and down with each step, and their dew yellow scarf swished about as if it had a mind of it's own. Now, Anais could get a better look at the newcomer to the school, rather just than their stupid smile or whatever.

"Are you having a laugh Barry? Do you think that looks anything like Raidon?"

Feeling a bit silly, the Blaziken scratched his head. "That's not nice… You know I'm long sighted…"

Anais shook her head while gazing back at the large clock above the teacher's desk disappointedly. She could hear faint voices while she stared with intense intent.

"So what's your name young man?"

"Manuel Valverde, Ma'am."

A lightning bolt struck down on Anais from the ceiling, and she had half a mind to leap into the air as if she was truly electrocuted. With all promptitude, she turned to Barry, slapping the book he was reading out of his talons and onto an unsuspecting Garchomp. The ground and dragon type swivelled around in the blip of a millisecond, rubbing the back of their head where they were struck. "What the heck, Bursyamo!?", they shouted fearsomely, making Barry shrink in his seat.

"S-Sorry, Gary! My uh… Fingers - wait no, talons slipped…?" meekly excused the Blaziken, trying to avoid eye contact with the larger Garchomp he assaulted. Thankfully, Gary had appeased himself, and returned to his own festivities. Barry then shot daggers and shurikens at his elder cousin. "What gives, Anais!?"

"Stop throwing books about and look! Don't you remember you that guy is?" hissed the fairy hotly, getting right in the Blaziken's face.

"I uhh… I guess… Sorry, Anais, you're kinda close to me… Your nose is touching my beak."

Annoyed and exasperated, she readjusted herself so she was sitting back in her seat properly.

"Surely, you remember him!"

Barry squinted. It took about 10 seconds of close observation for his eyes to shoot wide open. "S-Shoot! Now that you mention it, he does kinda seem familiar! Namu..? Ammu?"

"Manu, you clod!"

"Manu? Aha… I don't know, Ann. It doesn't really ring that much of a bell."

Anais took notice that the entire room began to get louder with chatter as well. They all seemed to have one word in their mouth, and that was 'Zeraora'. Barry had noticed it also, confirming his suspicions.

Okay Anais, I get it. That's Manu. But who the heck is Manu?

Umm… He was a previous acquaintance of mine…

Yes..?

Who I also dated.

Oh… I see.

Manu turned around, seeing many of his new, and some old, classmates. He smiled and waved, now that he had been registered, and looked about for an available seat. During that time, Anais took the opportunity to get a book, and place it in such a way that it obscured her vision from the electric type. Shaky paws clinged to the open ends of the flimsy fantasy novel that she always kept on her, but never read. It never seemed that the Zeraora took any notice of-

"Anais? Anais is that you?"

Slowly, she peered over the spine of the book. Her eyes met the owner of the call.

"Uhm… Uh… Hi, Manu." she barely made out, putting the book fully down flat on the desk. The Zeraora began to approach her, showing off a very friendly smile as well as his excellent posture. Meanwhile, Anais was a crumbling ruin, relying on the shelter of a lame book cover to be her hypeman in a sense. Beside them, Barry clasped his paws together, feeling a little bit awkward himself. He didn't feel like he had the right to interject in a heart to heart between past pals.

"Wow, it's crazy how time flies." Manu took a seat in an empty seat in front of the Sylveon. "It's been awhile since we last spoke, eh? How's it going, ey?"

Fluster consumed the Sylveon's cheeks. "I've been alright, thanks. How was Johto?"

"Yuh, it was great. It was like, they've never seen a Zeraora before." quipped the Zeraora. Then, he glanced left a little, and up went his eyebrows. "Barry! I don't believe it! I never thought I'd see you again! You've deffie gotten taller since you were a Combusken."

"Ah, um, thanks. It's been a seriously long time…" replied the Blaziken with false confidence. He was certain that the mystical electric type saw right through his sloppily made paper maché mask.

"Come on, Barry." taunted the Zeraora, putting his hands on his hips. "There's no way you'd forget me, right?"

Manu, the Zeraora, extended his hand forward. Well actually, it was his fist, with his knuckles pointing up toward the Hall of Origin. One of his digits stuck out to assume a thumbs up position. Anais, who was witnessing the exchange, simply cocked her head, angled her eyebrows, and let the conversation unfold. Barry leaned forward, leading with his own talon with the exact same position. Although, the latter's hand was upside-down. The both of them touched. With all precision and accuracy in velocity and finesse, both Manu and Barry rotated their hands such that their 'thumb-like' digits met up at 12 o'clock, if you will. Without any delay, the duo looked at each other, their mouths gasping open in awe.

"Hands..."

"Off…"

"My…"

"PREY!"

"CAW- PREY! I said prey."

Manu had looked at Barry a little weirdly, but nevertheless it didn't remove the smile from his face. "You always used to get it wrong, Barry - Glad to see you again, man."

"I don't believe that I forgot! Aha! Great to see you as well, Manu!"

Meanwhile the reunited pair revered their reignited kinship, a Sylveon sought upon the duo, and recognised how lost she was.

"Uhhh… Am I missing something?"

Turning to face the fairy, Manu's yellow scarf drifted about him. "Ahah, just a lil' celebration Barry and I shared for tournies."

"That's uh. That's cool, I guess?"

"Deffie!"

Anais tilted her head. "Deffie?"

"Johto term." dismissed the electric type. "Anyways, how's it been for you, Ann? You uh… 'Ave you moved on since, you know…?"

"Yeah, I have."

Anais peeked a little bit at her cousin who's stance seemed fully engaged in the conversation. However, his expression was more so that of someone who had no idea they were alive. She could feel her cheeks heat up as she watched Manu scratch his forearm.

"You know, Anais, we didn't really talk about it…"

Heart rate increased proportionally to her breathing. Volumes of nervous air flew in and out of her windpipe, and Anais couldn't help her desperate paws that shuffled about on the desk with a mind of her own.

"And I really wish we could clear some things up betwe-"

"FRASIER!"

Anais had blurted out, accosting the Furfrou who had just stumbled into the class, late as per usual. The normal type recoiled heavily, not expecting any sort of social contact at all today, let alone from the Sylveon who knew. Knew what exactly? I don't know, I'm not a Sylveon.

Dauntlessly, Anais had stood up abruptly, hoisting up her paw to excuse herself from the talk between herself at the rare electric type.

"S-Sorry, Manu, that guy there is my partner for the last Chemistry project. I just gotta ask him som- I'll be back soon, don't worry."

All of that was said in the spacing of around 3 seconds. Thankfully, reassurance boosted her strides once she saw Manu smile and kindly dismiss her. However, he did take her seat in order to catch up with Barry. That was the least of Anais' worries, though.

Approaching the frozen Furfrou with an agenda, Anais paid no heed to the stares she got for rudely brushing past fellow students and sidling between their desks just to get to the Frasier at the entrance.

"A-Anais? What are yo- EEP!" Frasier woefully warbled, before he was whisked away by a firm paw to his collar out of the classroom and back into the main hallway where he had emerged from.

"Shh! Listen, don't make this a big deal, alright?" commanded the Sylveon, clamping the Furfrou's mouth shut, and only releasing her grip once she had decided that he was fit to be allowed to speak. "I just - I need to be looking like I'm occupied right now, alright?"

Frasier's face was tattooed red all over once he had acknowledged that Anais was indeed making physical contact with him.

"W-What's going on? Are you hiding from the p-police?"

"Not the police, you mook. Just an old buddy. Can you please pretend to make conversation with me at least? The bell's gonna ring soon." Anais dismissed and conspired, looking back and forth hurriedly. Although, Frasier's unkempt snow white fur shadowed a very unchanged look on his face. "Come on! I don't want him to talk to me right now. Things'll be… weird."

"I-I guess so." the normal type shrugged, trying a little bit too hard to seem cool. It was obvious to literally everyone. Frasier was grateful to his stars that there was no one else around to spectate his performance. "B-B-But what do I get out of it?"

Anais scratched her head. "Uhh... Alright, name a deal."

Frasier sure took his sweet time deciding on his end on the bond. Every second spent in the echoey hallway with the normal type got her increasingly perturbed.

The Sylveon noticed the Furfrou get even redder around his cheeks. It wasn't quite a good indication, yet desperate times meant consideration of even the wackiest of solutions.

"Okay Frasier, you can do this." the Furfrou said to himself. Anais sweatdropped upon hearing him conduct his own pep talk right in front of her. "Would you um… C-Could I take a picture of us having a kiss? M-My brother thinks I'm gay, and I need to prove to him that I'm not!"

Anais was hit with a strong brick that time around. "W-What? Frasier, I'm not going to let you kiss me. Plus, I have a boyfriend."

The rejection seemed to hit Frasier hard, as his shoulders slumped and stature flopped limp.

"O-Oh, of course. S-Sorry for asking. G-Gosh, I'm s-such an idiot - what was I thinking…"

Scratching her itchy scalp, Anais cringed with every word that came out of the normal type's mouth. The Poodle Pokemon had his head down in defeat, lightly slapping his navy-blue forehead with a vengeance.

This is getting hard to watch.

You aren't actually gonna kiss him, are you? Imagine if Raidon walked in on you.

Don't even. We haven't even dated for a week.

Well at least do something. I… I think he's gonna wet himself.

For goodness' sake. Fine.

Anais took a deep breath, rubbing her forehead in preparation. "Alright, alright, Frasier. How about we take a picture, you show your brother, and tell him that you're straight or something. Is that a done deal?"

Immediately, Frasier ceased his panicking, and looked upon the Sylveon as if her new deal brought upon a truckload of hope. "Really? T-Thank you so much, Anais!"

"Whatever, just make this speedy. I haven't got a whole lot of time, you know."

"R-Right. Just hold on."

The Poodle Pokemon unsheathed his phone from the depths of his massive, fluffy fur that really could do with a deep clean. Then, he sidled over to stand side by side with the now unsure Sylveon. It seemed like it was too late to turn back now.

"O-Okay, just stand here, like this." instructed the normal type. Anais felt their hips bump a little.

"Uhm, alright? Like this?"

"Y-Yeah… Maybe put your arm around me a little? O-Only so it looks genuine!"

Anais rolled her eyes about the entire room. "Ugh, fine. If anyone but your brother sees this picture, you're dead meat. Got it?"

Frasier nodded, prior to a nervous gulp that put up a fight while being forced down his throat. It didn't take long for the picture to be taken. Both parties put on their best smiles and poses, and a couple of pictures were taken.

Once the normal type had put away his phone, Anais let out a large amount of air that she had been holding in for the duration of the picture taking.

"Okay, good. Now - my end of the deal, please?"

Frasier beamed softly, and nodded his head. The fairy shook her head at the antics the male species would go to just to prove a simple point. Was she any better herself, though?

Don't even get me started.

Oh. Well said once again, dragon man. The duo waited patiently for the sound of the tutor time dismissal to begin. Thankfully, it was only a couple of minutes until the bell had sounded. Gym class had technically begun, and so had Anais' phase of her meticulous scheme.

Students piled out of the classroom like floodgates holding back a little less than a tsunami. Anais noticed a bright yellow mystic Pokemon amid the waves, and did exactly as planned. Chatting with one of the most unacknowledged Pokemon in the entire school really did help as camouflage. The duo feigned conversation about their science project that actually didn't exist. They talked loud enough to dissuade an approaching electric type, who then reconsidered once he realised how intense the conversation was, and went on his way to gym.

Anais, in the vertice of her eye, watched the Zeraora like a Braviary as he strolled down the hallway. Giving a huff once he was out of sight, the Sylveon wiped her forehead exasperatedly, and turned to her normal type companion.

"Damn, what an ordeal just not to talk to someone. Thanks for having my back, dude."

It put a smile on his face to hear such praise. Frasier toothily twinkled, posing a little straighter too. "It's alright, A-Anais."

The Sylveon smiled back, before turning on a pivot and shooting toward the little girls' room. You'd think she would've had enough of toilets by now, but clearly not. Frasier didn't stop smiling though. He looked down at what he had in his paws, tapping his phone screen in certain places.

"Y-Yeah, Niles - That's my girlfriend."

He clicked the send message button, and pocketed his phone. "Phew, finally." he congratulated himself, shaking his fur. However, he pouted once he felt a difficult yet familiar sensation somewhere on his body. Frasier checked for any wandering students back and forth as a precaution to checking in between his legs. There was a bright candy red shaft poking out from within his pale fur.

"D-D-D-Dammit…"

Alright, this chapter reaches it's conclusion. I can't want for the Discord server to basically riot my house. Shoutouts to my patrons, also! Your help stretches infinite miles. Hope to see you for the next chapter soon. Thanks for the read!

-LuanOTP