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M is for MATURE, people.
If I can pretend to be, then you can too!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! *sob* However sometimes I wonder if Mashima-sama used to follow me and my friends around to help him dream up a few of his characters!

At least let a girl dream!

Welcome back my lovelies! So glad that you've come back for more.

With Fairy Tail on its way to conclusion, I just can't stop thinking about my lovely little pet project here; as a result, here is the next chapter... and pay no attention to the lick (or licks) on that beautiful face of yours while you read...

Drawn to a Dreamer

The White Queen had seemed overly worried when Gajeel mentioned that their next meeting was a lunch appointment. She'd sent Tweedle Dum out to get mounts and after giving Lucy a once over, pronounced her unprepared to meet the Red Queen. Oddly, this had brought Mirajane to reprimand the hatter. Something about how he could have, at the very least, made the Juicy a fresh dress? The March Hare heard none of it though, so when the demon-man (otherwise called Elfman) brought out two blue, fat, ostrich-like creatures with beaks three times the size of their head, it'd been time to head out.

Now her only problem was that there were only two—and she had no idea how to ride one! Gajeel groaned and the Tweedle girl giggled at her confession, but Mad Hatter mounted and leaned over, offering her a hand up with another dashing smile. "Dodos ain't so bad, way better than those magical vehicles..." His face paled for a split second before recovering his smirk. "It'd be great if I could teach you someday."

All murmurs and laughter had died at Natsu's offer, and Lucy stared up at him feeling a slice of the exaltation that had come when they'd danced together. Her mind was trying to consider the pros and cons of accepting his help, but her heart was fluttering so quickly that each thought blurred into the next, rendering them all indiscernible. Useless. Perhaps she was as mad as the rest of them...

"Come on!" The March Hare growled (since when did rabbits growl?). Lucy quickly took Natsu's hand and was hiked up to ride sideways in front him. A soft rose color sprinkled her cheeks as he took hold of the dodo's reigns to each side of her. Yes, it was a good thing her father would not see this.

Just before the Mad Tea Party clicked at their rides, Queen Mirajane rushed up to the two sitting on Natsu's dodo. At first Lucy didn't want to look at her, being fairly certain she'd heard the queen swoon while she'd settled herself between the hatter's legs. Though when it became clear that royalty was trying to give her some sort of parcel, etiquette demanded she pay her attention.

Raising a satchel to her with a pleasant smile, she said, "Just put this on whenever you get the chance. My sister is not the type to forgive uncleanliness in her court." Lucy blinked, taking the offering while absorbing her words. Sister? Court? Why does the Red Queen keep a court, yet this queen just keeps a rundown pub?

"Hyah!" Gajeel snapped, and his dodo hopped and ruffled his feathers as if insulted before he took off; kicking up so much dirt that the others had to raise arms to shield their eyes (except for Natsu, who simply lowered his hat). A mischievous smirk filled his lips as he spurred their bird on with only a soft kick, and the mount chuckled (yes, chuckled...) and took off in a run.

"Ahh!" Lucy cried out, taking shelter against the hatter's chest.

Natsu purred in delight and leaned forward a tad before speaking into her ear. "Hang on tight, Juice, these guys love a good race!"

"Race...?"

The blonde was too busy cringing in Natsu's coat to notice as they quickly gained on Gajeel. The rabbit's bird squawked his distemper and lowered his head in an effort to gain more speed. He wouldn't be bested by another dodo carrying not one, but two bipeds! Beautiful scenery of white trees with gray leaves rushed by them, eventually giving way to more natural colors. As the dodos grew neck and neck, Gajeel threw Natsu a grimace and the hatter began to laugh, and laugh more, urging the bird under him and his Juicy faster. Once they began pulling ahead, the dodo carrying Gajeel nipped at a feather on his opponent's hind quarters. One should not blame the bird for his poor sportsmanship, however; the large man on top of our feathered friend might as well have been wrought from iron, he was so heavy!

Team Natsu's bird squawked in surprise, for these creatures are skittish little things, and lowered his neck a fraction too far and abruptly went crashing down. Skittish and clumsy, mingled with long appendages never make for a good combination—especially when running at top speed.

Once the poor thing tripped over his own neck, skidding and flipping over, the two riders were flung into the air. Lucy couldn't contain her screams once she felt herself fly from the bird and clawed her hands into Natsu's jacket, bracing for impact. That hatter though, just kept on laughing while wrapping arms tightly around his treasure. The mirth within couldn't be contained! Everything about the ride from the White's tiny kingdom had been magnificent. He'd never known the splendor of having someone as unique as this Juicy cling to him. Despite all the mad cackling, Natsu still managed to manipulate their fall to land in a squat before loosening his grip on her.

"Mister Gajeel!" Her voice rang in the hatter's ear as he was unexpectedly pushed onto red and white tiles—"Oof!"—when Lucy planted a palm on his chest to better look up at the March Hare, coming to a stop next to them. "Have you no idea how to control your bird? A stunt like that could have killed us!"

The large man lifted a brow at her, "With Salamander riding him? Yeah right."

Natsu was getting a face full of breasts dangling right above his face (promptly hushing his gleeful fit) as she continued. "Who the rider is, is of no consequence!"

"Erk... Juice...!" Natsu's voice came out in heaves.

Which rounded the lady's temper back on the man she was on top of, but her expression only became more stern, "It's Lucy! Why is it that you don't just get it right?!"

"Please—get offa meeee!" His face was flushed, with the eyes of a cornered and panicked beast.

Finally becoming aware of their position, Lucy's eyes rounded and she darted to her feet as quick as she could, actually, quicker than she would have thought she could. With apologizes already laid out on her tongue, Lucy hurriedly slammed her mouth back shut. She'll stop complaining, but she would not apologize.

Natsu sat up, but did not stand as Gajeel dismounted, rolling his eyes while grabbing the hatter's hat from where it lay at the feet of the stumbled dodo just picking himself back up. He smirked at the bird and murmured, "Geheh, gotta be willing to play dirty sometimes if ya wanna win. Just admit that the other guy out witted your feathered ass."

The bird narrowed its eyes at the March Hare and squawked right in his face, plastering the man's long ears against his matted hair. He grumbled as the dodo clambered up to Natsu to check on his passenger. The hatter grinned as the bird nudged his back and he pivoted to tickle its chin. "Don't worry about it. I hear he cheats at cards too."

And since actions have reactions, the other dodo squawked indignantly at such an accusation, making Gajeel cover ears that were already ringing. "Damnit Natsu, you really suck." Nonetheless, he strolled over to him and offered him a hand up. They both smiled confidently to one another, clasped wrists, and Gajeel hefted him back to his feet. While Natsu dusted himself off, Lucy looked around in awe. They stood in a circle of pristine, polished red and white tiles with a fountain decorating the middle. The statue was of a girl, possibly smaller than she wearing a simple gown. Water flowed over the stone head to mimic long, full hair, with two wing-shaped adornments interrupting the liquid's path. She looked so sweet and innocent, standing in the middle of the fountain, barefoot. The statue was built just tall enough to seem as though if you stood before her, it looked as though the girl was smiling softly down on you.

As she stared up into the statue's eyes, Lucy asked in almost a whisper, "How much farther until we reach the queen?"

"At the edge of the kingdom now." Gajeel answered, handing Natsu his hat. "Jest gotta check with customs and make it another mile or so." He turned to grab his dodo's reigns as it started to slink off. "I don't think so bud. You got our payment on your back. You ain't gettin' home til ya get us home."

The bird pouted (such a thing is not impossible) as the other bird chortled and made its way to check on his other passenger. Just at the same time Lucy bent over to peer through the water. There was something inscribed under there. She squinted her eyes to get a better look then screamed as the dodo nudged her back just as it had Natsu's. In her surprise, she landed face first into the clear water, and as she started to pull herself up—a worried bird did the rest for her. The dodo hadn't meant to push her, and it felt terrible! With the purest of intentions, it grabbed a beak full of petticoats and skirts bunched at her rear and tried to heft her up. Good intentions notwithstanding however and just as stated previously, these birds are extremely clumsy (it comes as no surprise, but a pity, that these poor creatures were unable to remain in the realms of king and country). He judged the girl's weight wrong and vaulted her up into the air, flinging water everywhere. Both the men shielded their eyes and only Lucy got a glimpse at what was coming—amidst screams.

Something was flying through the air... right at her.

She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but at that moment, she was willing to latch onto just about anything; so when it narrowly dodged her, Lucy grabbed at what looked to be a rope trailing behind it. "AACK," was all she heard before a much more booming voice called out, "DAMNIT HAPPY! GET BACK HERE! THE JUICY IS MINE!"

Already much too far away to possibly be heard, whatever, nay, whomever she was grasping at called back, "No can do Natsu! I'll be late! LATE! To a very important date!" Then Lucy yiped anew as the creature spun in a few excited circles while murmuring out, "Oh Charle...!"

The girl clinging to life and tail of this flying creature had no thoughts except for how badly she wanted to keep that delicious late breakfast inside, rather than outside.

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Lucy could not be sure if what happened next was reality or dream—if any of this was real to begin with. It was all a blur, or perhaps a whim, or an echo straight from an imaginative mind...

"Who is this girl, Happy!?" A commanding voice, feminine and confident. "Exactly what are you playing at? We'll not entertain anymore of your delusions!"

"Gee, I'm really sorry ma'am... it's just that she grabbed my tail, and when she fainted—I couldn't just let her fall..." This one sounded like a chastised child.

"Ugh! She's filthy! Get her cleaned up. We'll decide what to do with her after we finish with our investigators."

"Aye sir..."

Everything faded from blur back to darkness.

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Once her eyes managed to open again, she found herself in a soft, small bed, with afternoon light filtering in through curtains wafting from a lazy breeze.

"Charle! She's awake!"

"Well I should hope so, Cat! She's a young woman, not an hour glass. Your manhandling wouldn't have killed her!"

"Yeah... I'm reeeeally sorry about that..."

"Yes well, you should be. That had been a gift from Time himself, and as such can never be replaced!"

Lucy's vision began to sharpen, to see two cats standing on chairs at her bedside. The white cat, holding her arms folded went largely over looked, for the other was precisely the very blue cat that she'd followed into this strange place! Sitting up quickly (and instantly receiving a piercing headache for it), she spoke much louder than intended. "It's you! You're the stupid cat that got me into this whole mess!"

The cat began to look nervous, looking from side to side, "What cat? Where? The only cat here is the lovely Charle! Nope, eheheh, no other cats here!"

"Oh give it up, Happy. Obviously she won't play along with your shenanigans like the others."

"But Charle!" The bunny-headband wearing cat whined.

Charle closed her eyes and with a repressed sigh, she murmured, "Well since the two of you are clearly already acquainted, perhaps you should introduce us? You can't very well take her to the bath."

"No way!" Lucy stammered in a hurry, "not a chance! I'm not letting that cat outta my sight! I've gotta get home!" Yep. I've lost it. Not only am I talking to cats, but now I'm arguing with them. Thinking of the talking, shape-shifting mouse Levy might have helped put her mind at ease, but who had time to think of the past at a time like this?

"Don't be foolish child!" The small white cat snapped back, "the Queen said to clean you up and that's exactly what is going to happen." Then in afterthought, she frowned and looked away, "though I do hope you can manage the scrubbing yourself."

"What! Of course I can!" Just who does this kitty think she is?

"Very well then." The white cat called Charle sprouted wings, making Lucy yelp anew. Without waiting for permission, Charle took hold of Lucy, effectively yanking the blonde out of bed.

As Lucy was pulled out of the room, she called out after Happy, "You better not disappear again, Cat! I mean it! We're gonna have a serious talk!"

The white cat flew her down far too many corridors for her to keep track before placing her back on her feet in an impressive bathroom… house? Lucy gawked at the huge pool of piping hot water and stone structures. "Woooow... this is where... I get to take a bath?"

"Well of course, child! Now come on, out of those clothes. We haven't got all day!"

Lucy blushed. She didn't have a towel, hadn't even met the master of this place, didn't have a towel, and wasn't even sure if they were alone! And she didn't even have a towel. How could she possibly just... strip down?

"Hmm." Charle thought aloud, "I suppose I can collect your clothes a bit later. Your things have been brought in already, or should I find you a set of clothes?"

"Oh! No no, I, umm... have something." Thank you, thank you, Queen Mirajane!

"Very well. But be quick about it. The queen intends to speak with you before the ball tonight and it's best not to keep her waiting."

With the room all to herself (or so she hoped), Lucy discarded clothes now more dirty than ever into a pile on the floor and slowly stepped a toe into the pool. Oh but the water felt sooooo nice! She happily sank her entire body in with a refreshing sigh. "Now this is a bath suited for a queen!" She would have to thank the woman for sharing it so generously. The things the White Queen said about her couldn't possibly be true if they would trust a total stranger alone in such a lovely place.

Maybe she didn't have to... rush back home. Charle had mentioned a ball? That could be fun. Lucy blamed the blush blossoming on her cheeks on the water's heat while commenting, "So long as it isn't something like what that crazy hatter does, snatching a girl out of her seat before she even gets a bite of cake."

The complaints she voiced hardly sounded real to her, so she settled back and dipped her hair into the water. Soon enough she began to clean herself with rose scented soaps. Once the ball was over, she'd hunt down that crazy wanna-be rabbit and force him to fly her right back out of that rabbit hole if need be. A thought occurred then, causing a pause while conditioning silky, golden hair. Should she really leave before thanking the three at that tea party for their hospitality? An eyebrow twitched, "Yes of course I can! After all, they had me sleeping on the ground just because they didn't want to disturb a mouse. A mouse!"

But as she began to dip herself back into the warm water, her skin grew goosebumps at the thought of the Mad Hatter. He'd been so infuriating, yet so enchanting... maybe she really should find them before leaving. "Just to let them know I'm fine, of course."

"My my, but the girl talks to herself a lot." Came a voice from out of no where.

Lucy sat up straight, immediately covering her chest with her arms. She didn't see anyone, and the voice was definitely different from the Cheshire Cat. Exactly how many others around here could turn invisible at will? "Who's there? You better not be some kinda pervert!" Thank goodness the voice had sounded feminine at least.

"Not at all." A head of blue hair suddenly materialized out of the water directly—their faces only a handspan apart. The rest of the woman's body materialized soon afterwards, almost as if it'd become solidified from the water. Her expression remained indifferent as she hovered over her on all fours, staring Lucy right in the eyes—essentially crawling on top of her. "Hmm. This girl has an odd sort of aura around her. Juvia wonders if she knows it or not."

Lucy began to inch away, but the other woman followed her. The motion pressed their breasts together and the summoner could no longer blame her blush on the heat. "Ahhh, what are you doing?!"

"It appeared that the lady was done with her bath, and might need someone to talk with." The woman's voice did not sound as if talking interested her much.

"Yea well... I don't!" Lucy's voice was a pitch too high as she scrambled out of the bath reaching for the towel someone must have placed on the bag that had been given to her. Exactly how many people had come and gone from here while she'd been in the nude? Wrapping the soft fabric about her now clean (and cold) body, she tried to remain polite and snatch up her bag all at once. "The bath was lovely, but err, I'm gonna go now."

"Very well," The woman sighed, leaning her head and arms against the bath's rim, looking up at her through cat-like eyes. "Save a dance for me."

Lucy hurried out of the bath in a near panic. What was with this place? Has no one any respect for personal boundaries? Now in a hallway, the blonde groaned. She was dripping wet, and had no idea how to get back to the room.

No way to go but forward right? Lucy slung her pack onto her back and began wandering the halls, peeking down every hallway first, for a lady should not be seen in nothing but a towel.

Sneak
Sneak
Sneak

These halls all looked the same! Three rooms to the right, two on the left. Which one was hers? Was she even close yet? One of the possible horrible scenarios drifting through her mind came to fruition when she heard a door creak open from behind. Crap...! There's no where to hide! What do I do? I can't just—

"Well lookie here boys. Looks like cards need baths from time to time too."

Whoever these guys were behind her... the speaker sounded like someone who meant trouble. Lucy was wishing like hell that she'd chosen a different hallway.

"Very true, Laxus-sama. I believe that means the next round is on Bickslow." That voice sounded kind, but perhaps a touch on the snobbish side.

"Aww man! Well, guess I better see if the queenie will lemme pull a double shift tonight. Man I really wanted to check out that party too." This other man's voice was echoed by child-like voices... if only she could slink away.

"Hey," came the first voice again, making Lucy yelp when a large hand landed on her bare shoulder. "It's the middle of the day. There better be a good reason you're outta uniform."

The summoner turned her head to peer over her shoulder at them in twitch mode. The man touching her was large, blonde, with a scar going down his right eye, and the two other men with him were frowning at her much like him. At least they were before all three jumped at the sight of her face.

"Woah man!" Exclaimed the guy with tiny masks floating about him, repeating him much like one of her spirits would do when being silly. "That card's gotta face!" He wore a helmet over his eyes like a mask too. She couldn't tell if he could see through it or not.

"Don't be stupid. Cards don't have faces," frowned the man accosting her.

The other man, with unique, long, green hair, pulled out his rapier quicker than a flash and pointed it right at Lucy's neck, making her squeak. Through narrowed eyes, the man spoke lowly, no longer sounding so kind. "An intruder? State your business!"

"Oh man..." Lucy gulped. She begrudged that there really were worse things than being caught in the nude.

"Calm down Freed." The blonde murmured over rolled eyes, "if she's an intruder then she's got to be as crazy at those Inbetweeners."

"Yea man," said the guy with the helmet and reliable echo. "Thieves don't just sneak in places to take baths."

Lucy clung to her towel and contemplated whether her summoning keys were in her bag or not when the blonde man swatted Freed's sword away before angling her chin to look at him. He had dark orange eyes and the look of a man who had seen more than his fair share of battles. "This must be the stowaway that White Rabbit brought with him today. You lost little girl?"

"Erk! Little girl?!" She gagged out, from embarrassed to outraged. Yes, her emotions were bouncing around everywhere since coming to this strange land.

"Heh," chuckled the man next to Freed, who was now sheathing his sword, "she ain't so little from where I'm standin." Then those floating perverts hovering around him had the audacity to say, "Big boobs! Big boobs!"

Lucy gasped, then scoffed, hugging herself closely, trying to cover as much as possible. "How dare you!" Apparently this rude character could see from under that helmet, and see too well for that matter.

"Heheh, relax girl. You're actually pretty lucky you ran into us. No one knows this castle better than me. Come on, I'll take you back to your room." The blonde put a hand around her shoulder and led her back the way she came. ...Figures.

"But... Laxus-sama!" Called out the man with the sword.

Laxus cut him off, still speaking with Lucy. "There are some pretty great perks with being the girlfriend of the Chessmaster you know."

A sweatdrop formed on Lucy's brow, "Chess, Chessmaster?"

"Yup." the helmeted man trailing behind them said. "You're talkin' to the one and only Captain of the Guard, Knight of Hearts, Chessmaster Laxus Dreyer."

"You should be honored," Freed sniffed.

It took far too long to reach the room Charle had flown her out of in Lucy's opinion. This guy's pompous attitude was creeping her out. "Here we are, Good-lookin." They stopped before a door that looked like all the others. It creaked as he opened it for her and he shook his head at the small interior and tiny balcony. "If ya were my girl, I'd see ya got a better room too."

"Um... yes well... this is all very temporary, Sir." Lucy rolled her shoulder to make him let go and walked into the room.

He smirked down at her as she started to swing the door closed, catching it with his foot, "Save a dance for me."

Lucy deadpanned, "Please move your foot, Sir."

^.^

What had the queen been thinking with this dress? Lucy examined herself in the mirror, feeling a draft from the low v-neck while piling her hair on top of her head. The dress flowed down to her feet, where it sparkled orange, and faded into a pale, satin yellow as the eye lifted to her sleeveless shoulders. At least Mirajane had included a small beaded belt that could be slung around her hips. Maybe she knew a thing or two about summoners. Once her hair was satisfactory, she pulled on the white heels and above the elbow gloves provided and gave herself a long look.

It does look formal. Just for a ball... Man, who knew I could rock a look like this!

She playfully winked at the mirror when a knock lightly tapped on the door. "Miss Heartfilia? The queen is ready for you now."

Curious as to how they knew her name, she stepped over and opened the door, ready for anything.

...Except this.

The man waiting for her was extremely handsome—and shirtless. Sure he wore a well-scrolled red jacket of what she could only assume was a uniform, but her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the chiseled abs and lean torso. After he looked her up and down, he nodded to himself and bowed politely. "Gray Fullbuster, Knight of Diamonds, Queen's guard, at your service."

Oh! Well wasn't he polite! ...For a man with no shirt. Lucy pressed her lips together before remembering formalities. "Lu—Lucy Heartfilia, Celestial Spirit mage."

Gray righted himself and raised a brow while offering his arm. "Spirit mage huh? Don't think we've ever come across one of your kind before. Criminal to have hid yourself all this time."

Lucy took his arm and blushed slightly, wondering if that had been a compliment. "Yes well... things here in the Kingdom of Hearts is certainly different than I imagined."

They started walking down the hall as the Knight of Diamonds continued, "Oh yea? I take it you're more acquainted with the rebel Whites then?"

"Uhh..." Would she be in trouble if she answered that?

The hall opened into a large room of crimson tiles and long golden drapes lined in red tassels. To their right is where he led them, to enormous double glass doors, stained intricately with large red roses that glowed while the sunlight glittered through them. He stopped their progress and waited for two guards to open them. Lucy bit her tongue, trying not to squeal after getting a good look these guards. At first glance, they appeared to be people dressed up in a costume replicating various cards in a deck, but... the people themselves... they had no face. In fact, they looked almost exactly like the silhouettes that had joined the Mad Hatter's party. She hadn't noticed the tightened grip on Gray's arm until he placed a hand over hers. "Don't worry about them. They are here for the Queen's protection," then he flashed her a soft smile. "And yours, of course, Miss Heartfilia."

The soldier's deep blue eyes actually managed to calm her nerves. This man had a cool demeanor that she found refreshing after dealing with so many oddities with no end in sight. She relaxed her grip and took a deep breath as the sun bathed her in its glory while the doors were pulled open. With the decorative glass out of the way, the opening revealed a stunning rose garden. Every flower looked to have been meticulously crafted, not simply grown. "Oh man... it's so beautiful!"

Releasing Gray, the summoner pulled up her skirts to do some exploring of her own. The Knight of Diamonds followed behind her, smiling to himself as he watched her appreciate the beauty his queen coveted. However, it didn't take long before two voices could be heard, slowing her step. One of the voices were low and gruff, and unmistakably Gajeel Redfox.

"We ain't doin' it for less than triple what you been payin' us. Don't matter if the party you're throwing is prestigious, traditional, whatever. By bein' here, we ain't there, so we get paid extra."

Gray promptly caught up with her and took her arm, leading her around a topiary that must have been grown for the sake of privacy just for meetings such as the one she could overhear—not that she intended to listen in, although if the man pulling her had allowed, she certainly would have dragged her feet a little...

The hedge opened up into a room-sized circle of well trimmed grass, with many furnishings that made the area look more like an office than a garden. No, that wasn't it. The clearing looked more like the perfect melding of garden and office. All the furniture was iron, sculpted to resemble lace, and two people sat at the only table in the 'room' with drinks and cookies in front of them. One was the March Hare, and the other was another woman, as beautiful as the White Queen. With long crimson hair hanging down elegantly behind her chair, she was taking a long sip of her drink before responding to her visitor. The Victorian style dress she wore was a mixture of dark reds and darker reds cut to fit her to perfection. With hems adorned in golden scroll work and necklace and earrings in the shape of hearts, there could be no mistaking why this woman held such a commanding aura. As she set her wine glass down, lurid brown eyes, much darker than her own centered on Lucy.

Gray began to formally announce their arrival, but the Red Queen spoke over him, "Ahh, this must be the Juicy Hatter was hunting our White Rabbit for." A curve grew to those lips that did nothing to put Lucy at ease as she continued. "That'll be all for now, Gray."

Lucy's escort bowed obediently and turned to leave, but not before landing his cool gaze back on the summoner. The gentleman looked very debonair as he also gave her a small bow, smoothly taking her gloved hand and kissing it. "Save a dance for me."

Right in front of the queen? Lucy watched him exit in a mixed state of mortification, exasperation and a touch of flattery until the March Hare cleared his throat, loudly.

Fortunately, the queen did not seem to care for her servant's bravado and skipped over more formal introductions. "Your arrival has caused quite the uproar, young lady. We certainly hope you can follow through with all these delicious surprises you are feeding us this afternoon. We wouldn't want your company to grow stale."

save a dance for me

Seriphia
aka
Lick

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It was none other than Aristotle, one of the great philosophers of recorded history, who stated that no great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

Mistakes are not shackles
Love can cause miracles