[ one of them is worried about oversharing, and the other one's worried he's overstepped. there's something kind of funny about that, if you don't happen to be involved in it at all. ]
well if you can appreciate it, you can deal with it it's not my intention to go around making anybody uncomfortable especially in a place like this but i don't go out of my way to be an asshole if i can help it so you're just gonna have to put up with my kindness if we're gonna keep interacting
don't worry though i don't think i'm all that kind anyway
[ but. enough of that. there's a game to be played, right? ]
[ don't ask him to explain it, but somehow being forced to spill his guts over the internet feels a hell of a lot better than being forced to do something weird with or to a person....... no, he doesn't really care about being perceived. ]
i don't lick the cheeto dust off my fingers until the very end when it's all caked up and my fingers look radioactive once i'm done
[ does it count as embarrassing if he's not all that embarrassed about it? he was told by izumi it was pretty gross a fair few times, so he feels like this counts... ]
[ okay so at first oushi was going to refuse. there was no way in hell he was going to type out anything about yuki, especially in a place like this—
but then he rereads the prompt and he realizes there's actually a loophole to be found here. the guy explicitly states his "favorite person." and favor can take on so many different meanings, actually. ]
my favorite person is my sister
[ let's just get that out of the way before yosuke even gets a chance to misunderstand and be weird about this!! ]
she's been living away from home for a couple of years now so i don't really care about the time and place or even what we do it'd just be nice to have her around again for longer than a week at a time
[ the aforementioned watch-hand gets stuffed deep into a pants pocket, like he's putting the damn thing on time out or something, before oushi even glances up in notice of the other. though, as soon as he does, there appears a smattering of tiny hearts materialize over oushi's cheeks and the bridge of his nose, giving the odd impression of valentine's-themed freckles. fortunately, for the moment, oushi seems none the wiser about it. ]
Huh?
[ it takes him a second to take notice of the box in the other's hand, but once he does, confusion gradually melts away into realization. ]
Oh. A dare, huh?
[ given the timing and everything... as far as oushi's concerned, there'd be no other reason for it. ]
[ he had only been gone for a few minutes. five, at the most, though two is far more likely, given how little he wished to have left the other's side in the first place. but it had felt important, at least at the time, that he prove to sylus somehow that he could — provide?? something — and somehow that translated into being able to pay for some snacks. he is all but a single rank beneath the man, but somehow it was enough to instill in oushi a deep desire to make sure sylus didn't think that made him the kind of partner that couldn't pull his weight around or... something.
honestly, he isn't entirely sure where a lot of this is coming from. perhaps not necessarily the feelings themselves, for none of them were particularly new or foreign to oushi, but moreso the need to act upon them. all he knows is — ever since some game booth attendant had shoved a token into his hand, and he met sylus' eyes across the way, he had felt the intense need to prove himself.
somehow, that translates to purchasing the pair of them snacks in the form of some katsubo senbei. something light and relatively inoffensive, just in case sylus found himself particularly picky about japanese food. but as he crosses the short distance back to where he had left sylus, a cracker in each hand, he finds himself pausing at the sight of the other man bowing his head low to speak to someone... someone oushi can't recognize, with their back to him, and with his eyes rooted on the large hand that sylus had placed on the arm of the other. he can't hear what they say to each other, but the other person takes their leave soon enough, finally spurring oushi back into movement. a few swift strides and he's back in sylus' space, brow furrowed low and lips pulled into a thin frown. the plastic wrapping of the crackers crinkle loudly as he searches sylus' face for — anything. a blush, a lipstick print, any sign at all that might illuminate him on what had just transpired. ]
[ the past few hours have been something of a blur, though if asked oushi wouldn't be able to recall anything that had transpired prior to it. it's good that nobody's actually asked him, though, because he would have said something embarrassing like, does it matter? life didn't really start until i saw him. "him" being none other than gojou satoru, a man he had only met once prior to all this, and yet somehow seeing him across the food stalls during today's festival had felt like the true first time, as if he were seeing the young man in a light he hadn't been privy to before.
it's — a deeply suspicious thing, frankly, and oushi had thought as much for all of three seconds before something far more primal kicked into gear in his brain, and suddenly it became extremely important that he never let the other man out of his sight again. crowding him, grabbing at his wrist, pulling him close, dragging him along. maybe oushi might have felt bad for his behavior, if gojou didn't seem to enjoy every second of it, or at the very least enable the worst of it.
that's how they end up spending the better half of the afternoon together. sharing snacks, drinking from the same bottle, even slaving meticulously over the goldfish catching game all to ensure they had walked away with a "matching pair" (oushi's was mostly white with orange spots, while gojou's orange with a smattering of white). and now, here, in the ferris wheel, the hotel's simulated sun sinking deep into the horizon to cast a pinkish haze over their entire surroundings. nestled against the corner of the seat beside oushi, the two goldfish swim merrily in their mutual plastic bags.
when the announcement rings out, and their predicament is made clear, oushi finds himself suddenly conflicted. but — perhaps not for the reason one might have expected from him... ]
But, [ he says, suddenly quite shy despite all his actions up until this moment, ] the goldfish will see...
[ the warning is less for jayce's sake than oushi's, whose experience tells him it's far better to address the elephant in the room from the start, instead of allowing it to fester into something just as unavoidable but ten times more awkward.
the freckles in question do not actually appear until jayce himself walks into view, and oushi's eyes land on him. the very sight of him is a trigger of some kind, and considering closer inspection reveals those scattered pink and red spots to be heart-shaped... and considering the context of the unique situation they're in thanks to this hotel... one can probably put the pieces together about what it is about jayce that might have prompted them.
(it's your face, jayce. your stupid, handsome face.) ]
Hey. Jayce?
[ there is, of course, no need to really ask. jayce's picture had been part of the profile, after all. rather, it's more important he announces who he is, especially considering he doubts the older man would have had enough wherewithall to glance at his own profile via his username. even someone as used to smart technology as oushi had to take some time to figure out how to navigate his way through the watch's unique settings. ]
I'm Oushi.
[ freckles aside, he does not make for a particularly distinct sight. average height, average size. dark hair and eyes a deep green you'd only be able to notice if you were up close. in a hoodie and a pair of jeans that somehow fit him just fine but also swallow him up. plain and unremarkable in every way oushi has become resigned to accept about himself, amidst the backdrop of all that is spectacular about and within the hotel and its other guests.
he half-turns towards the grand double doors that lead out towards the cloud dwelling garden, just a few feet away from where he stands. ]
come meet me at chickadee's when you're done throwing the rest of your chips away
[ maybe he should have given a more definite time frame than that, but that's alright. whether oushi winds up waiting ten minutes or ten hours at the entrance of the noisy arcade, he doesn't care. vanitas will find him there, no matter what time of the day he eventually ends up showing up, seated slumped along one of the blocky plush seats dotted around the entrance, left especially there for loiterers just like him. he'll flipping through his watch, idly following the other bids going on throughout the day, head bowed so low that his fringe almost entirely covers his face. ]
[ when vanitas had first made mention of the hotel's spa, oushi had made sure to do his research. truthfully, he had veen wracking his brain for ideas since chirpy had first notified him of his win — something that still feels a little like a fever dream, made only more potent by the immediate draining of chips from his account — because the last thing oushi wanted to do, after so brazenly declaring his intent to win vanitas against his own wishes, was make matters more awkward by taking him on a date he'd hate.
sure, maybe it's cheating a little that he's basing the entire date on a suggestion from vanitas himself. but one could argue it's also just good sense. why struggle for a different answer if a perfectly good one is presented right in front of you? so long as he puts his all into the date itself, it shouldn't really matter whose idea it originally was?
(or so he tells himself, anyway.)
so far, they'd done a mud soak and a facial (the non-obscene kind). they just finished up a thirty-minute sauna, in which oushi might or might not have spent a little too long staring at the way beads of sweat would travel down the line of vanitas's torso, and it is out of sheer force of will alone that he manages to keep himself from tenting his own towel.
now, they're reaching the end of the spa date. just one more "couple's massage," and hour long, including the full works. overall it will be over three hours they'd spent together, talking idly, simply enjoying each other's company, indulging in wandering eyes and secret smiles. ]
So far, so good, right?
[ they're the only two in the changing room, where they'd just finished rinsing off the sweat from the sauna. now they're bundling up in fluffy white robes; oushi is currently helping vanitas tie his up, despite the other man never asking for help in the first place. maybe he takes care to knot the ties up into a bow, just like he'd seen vanitas favor in his attire many times before. ]
Gotta make sure this stays snug. Unless you wanna go around flashing people...
[ let it be known — for the record — that oushi is not drunk. he is, at most, tipsy. certainly noticeably so, with his flushed cheeks, a dreamy stare, and a slight tilt to his walk — over all, just shy of being embarrassing. (or so he'd like to think.)
somehow, he manages not to give into the temptation to lean against the older man as the pair quietly make their way down the hall towards keita's suite. not for anything lascivious, of course (unless? haha,) but the watchmaker had mentioned a few of his latest projects and oushi, still so very fascinated by the craft, despite understanding so very little of it, had asked if he could see them. (that wine had helped loosen his tongue plenty; he's not normally a wine drinker, either, but the premise of the dinner made him feel like he had to class things up a little.
so much for that...)
there are never any leftovers when it comes to the red cardinal, so oushi is pleasantly full. instead what they carry with them ate the scents of the restaurant, lingering on the cloth of their clothes, the strands of their hair. still, when a little sway brings oushi a little too dangerously close to keita, he is certain he can still smell the man's very distinct soap along the nape of his neck. ]
It's nice.
[ —oh. he said that last part out loud, didn't he?
he straightens a little, but thankfully it seems like they have arrived at their destination. he finally gives into the need to lean, and though he spares keita the burden of bearing his weight and has instead given that responsibility to the suite's doorframe, it does come with the unfortunate (?) side effect of crowding keita as the man uses his watch to open the door for them.
anyway, best not to seem like a strange person and explain while he's suddenly spouting out random things. ]
Your scent. [ yes, good. he's so normal. ] It's nice.
[ truthfully, oushi only found out about the eye from murmurs he'd overheard from other guests. he hadn't been to the cave yet himself, and had decided upon the moment of hearing about it that he definitely wouldn't — but as he sat with the information more, he realized there was a reason it was sticking to his mind as annoyingly as it was—
this whole business with a mysterious eye... it isn't the first time a "body part" has randomly turned up here in this hotel. ]
Natori-san.
[ obviously, oushi had reached out to the exorcist. without kami at hand, he'd resorted to the watch but had kept the text message fairly vague: did you hear? come meet me by the cave and there by the cave oushi stands now, waiting vigilant since he'd received natori's response. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ he slides a glance back towards the entrance of the cave as the other man settles beside him. suddenly, it doesn't look quite as daunting as it had before. ]
[ at first, he has simply wanted to get vanitas out of the rain. as a fellow basement-dweller, oushi surmised that vanitas would not have had any proper accomodations for the sudden shift in weather, so almost as soon as things started to look dicey he began scouring the woods, trying to seek the other man out. he probably should have just called him first, or sent a message or something, but at the time oushi couldn't really bring himself to do much more than stalk through the trees and sniff vanitas out.
...wait. sniff him out??
it's a distant thought in the back of his mind. one that gets more and more muffled as something else inside him stirs to larger life, something primal and wanting. soon, it became the only thing in his mind that he could ever focus on: finding vanitas, making sure he's safe, keeping him.
when at last his gaze snatches on a familiar pair of bright blue — it didn't even matter what vanitas was doing, who he was with. oushi marches over and all but drags the slighter man away.
where he winds up taking vanitas is unknown to him. somehow, he just happens to know the cave exists, and there it is, and now they are both safe from the rain and the winds but still dripping wet as a chill settles in. he should maybe start a fire, or something, but instead he buries his face in vanitas' neck, groaning low as the man's scent fills him with a broiling sort of heat. his body reacts on its own, hips rocking forward hungrily —
before common sense seems to finally hit him, and he propels himself backward as if burned. ]
S-Stay back! Fuck — I think something's wrong—
[ his hands fly up to his head — his hair has gotten a little longer, and towards the top he feels.... ears? ]
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getou.
pick someone and use a line that's worked on you in the past.
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well
if you can appreciate it, you can deal with it
it's not my intention to go around making anybody uncomfortable
especially in a place like this
but i don't go out of my way to be an asshole if i can help it
so you're just gonna have to put up with my kindness if we're gonna keep interacting
don't worry though
i don't think i'm all that kind anyway
[ but. enough of that. there's a game to be played, right? ]
truth or dare?
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mayou.
i don't lick the cheeto dust off my fingers until the very end
when it's all caked up and my fingers look radioactive once i'm done
[ does it count as embarrassing if he's not all that embarrassed about it? he was told by izumi it was pretty gross a fair few times, so he feels like this counts... ]
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but then he rereads the prompt and he realizes there's actually a loophole to be found here. the guy explicitly states his "favorite person." and favor can take on so many different meanings, actually. ]
my favorite person is my sister
[ let's just get that out of the way before yosuke even gets a chance to misunderstand and be weird about this!! ]
she's been living away from home for a couple of years now
so i don't really care about the time and place or even what we do
it'd just be nice to have her around again for longer than a week at a time
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everything
anything
if a single drop of rain is enough to make her think about him then i'd hate water for the rest of my life
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Huh?
[ it takes him a second to take notice of the box in the other's hand, but once he does, confusion gradually melts away into realization. ]
Oh. A dare, huh?
[ given the timing and everything... as far as oushi's concerned, there'd be no other reason for it. ]
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sylus.
honestly, he isn't entirely sure where a lot of this is coming from. perhaps not necessarily the feelings themselves, for none of them were particularly new or foreign to oushi, but moreso the need to act upon them. all he knows is — ever since some game booth attendant had shoved a token into his hand, and he met sylus' eyes across the way, he had felt the intense need to prove himself.
somehow, that translates to purchasing the pair of them snacks in the form of some katsubo senbei. something light and relatively inoffensive, just in case sylus found himself particularly picky about japanese food. but as he crosses the short distance back to where he had left sylus, a cracker in each hand, he finds himself pausing at the sight of the other man bowing his head low to speak to someone... someone oushi can't recognize, with their back to him, and with his eyes rooted on the large hand that sylus had placed on the arm of the other. he can't hear what they say to each other, but the other person takes their leave soon enough, finally spurring oushi back into movement. a few swift strides and he's back in sylus' space, brow furrowed low and lips pulled into a thin frown. the plastic wrapping of the crackers crinkle loudly as he searches sylus' face for — anything. a blush, a lipstick print, any sign at all that might illuminate him on what had just transpired. ]
Who were you talking to?
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gojou.
it's — a deeply suspicious thing, frankly, and oushi had thought as much for all of three seconds before something far more primal kicked into gear in his brain, and suddenly it became extremely important that he never let the other man out of his sight again. crowding him, grabbing at his wrist, pulling him close, dragging him along. maybe oushi might have felt bad for his behavior, if gojou didn't seem to enjoy every second of it, or at the very least enable the worst of it.
that's how they end up spending the better half of the afternoon together. sharing snacks, drinking from the same bottle, even slaving meticulously over the goldfish catching game all to ensure they had walked away with a "matching pair" (oushi's was mostly white with orange spots, while gojou's orange with a smattering of white). and now, here, in the ferris wheel, the hotel's simulated sun sinking deep into the horizon to cast a pinkish haze over their entire surroundings. nestled against the corner of the seat beside oushi, the two goldfish swim merrily in their mutual plastic bags.
when the announcement rings out, and their predicament is made clear, oushi finds himself suddenly conflicted. but — perhaps not for the reason one might have expected from him... ]
But, [ he says, suddenly quite shy despite all his actions up until this moment, ] the goldfish will see...
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jayce.
the freckles in question do not actually appear until jayce himself walks into view, and oushi's eyes land on him. the very sight of him is a trigger of some kind, and considering closer inspection reveals those scattered pink and red spots to be heart-shaped... and considering the context of the unique situation they're in thanks to this hotel... one can probably put the pieces together about what it is about jayce that might have prompted them.
(it's your face, jayce. your stupid, handsome face.) ]
Hey. Jayce?
[ there is, of course, no need to really ask. jayce's picture had been part of the profile, after all. rather, it's more important he announces who he is, especially considering he doubts the older man would have had enough wherewithall to glance at his own profile via his username. even someone as used to smart technology as oushi had to take some time to figure out how to navigate his way through the watch's unique settings. ]
I'm Oushi.
[ freckles aside, he does not make for a particularly distinct sight. average height, average size. dark hair and eyes a deep green you'd only be able to notice if you were up close. in a hoodie and a pair of jeans that somehow fit him just fine but also swallow him up. plain and unremarkable in every way oushi has become resigned to accept about himself, amidst the backdrop of all that is spectacular about and within the hotel and its other guests.
he half-turns towards the grand double doors that lead out towards the cloud dwelling garden, just a few feet away from where he stands. ]
You wanna take a look?
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i'm so sorry about the delay 😔 pls feel free to ignore if it's been too long!
it's ok!
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come meet me at chickadee's when you're done throwing the rest of your chips away
[ maybe he should have given a more definite time frame than that, but that's alright. whether oushi winds up waiting ten minutes or ten hours at the entrance of the noisy arcade, he doesn't care. vanitas will find him there, no matter what time of the day he eventually ends up showing up, seated slumped along one of the blocky plush seats dotted around the entrance, left especially there for loiterers just like him. he'll flipping through his watch, idly following the other bids going on throughout the day, head bowed so low that his fringe almost entirely covers his face. ]
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vanitas.
sure, maybe it's cheating a little that he's basing the entire date on a suggestion from vanitas himself. but one could argue it's also just good sense. why struggle for a different answer if a perfectly good one is presented right in front of you? so long as he puts his all into the date itself, it shouldn't really matter whose idea it originally was?
(or so he tells himself, anyway.)
so far, they'd done a mud soak and a facial (the non-obscene kind). they just finished up a thirty-minute sauna, in which oushi might or might not have spent a little too long staring at the way beads of sweat would travel down the line of vanitas's torso, and it is out of sheer force of will alone that he manages to keep himself from tenting his own towel.
now, they're reaching the end of the spa date. just one more "couple's massage," and hour long, including the full works. overall it will be over three hours they'd spent together, talking idly, simply enjoying each other's company, indulging in wandering eyes and secret smiles. ]
So far, so good, right?
[ they're the only two in the changing room, where they'd just finished rinsing off the sweat from the sauna. now they're bundling up in fluffy white robes; oushi is currently helping vanitas tie his up, despite the other man never asking for help in the first place. maybe he takes care to knot the ties up into a bow, just like he'd seen vanitas favor in his attire many times before. ]
Gotta make sure this stays snug. Unless you wanna go around flashing people...
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somehow, he manages not to give into the temptation to lean against the older man as the pair quietly make their way down the hall towards keita's suite. not for anything lascivious, of course (unless? haha,) but the watchmaker had mentioned a few of his latest projects and oushi, still so very fascinated by the craft, despite understanding so very little of it, had asked if he could see them. (that wine had helped loosen his tongue plenty; he's not normally a wine drinker, either, but the premise of the dinner made him feel like he had to class things up a little.
so much for that...)
there are never any leftovers when it comes to the red cardinal, so oushi is pleasantly full. instead what they carry with them ate the scents of the restaurant, lingering on the cloth of their clothes, the strands of their hair. still, when a little sway brings oushi a little too dangerously close to keita, he is certain he can still smell the man's very distinct soap along the nape of his neck. ]
It's nice.
[ —oh. he said that last part out loud, didn't he?
he straightens a little, but thankfully it seems like they have arrived at their destination. he finally gives into the need to lean, and though he spares keita the burden of bearing his weight and has instead given that responsibility to the suite's doorframe, it does come with the unfortunate (?) side effect of crowding keita as the man uses his watch to open the door for them.
anyway, best not to seem like a strange person and explain while he's suddenly spouting out random things. ]
Your scent. [ yes, good. he's so normal. ] It's nice.
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this whole business with a mysterious eye... it isn't the first time a "body part" has randomly turned up here in this hotel. ]
Natori-san.
[ obviously, oushi had reached out to the exorcist. without kami at hand, he'd resorted to the watch but had kept the text message fairly vague: did you hear? come meet me by the cave and there by the cave oushi stands now, waiting vigilant since he'd received natori's response. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ he slides a glance back towards the entrance of the cave as the other man settles beside him. suddenly, it doesn't look quite as daunting as it had before. ]
They said it's an eye this time.
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vanitas.
...wait. sniff him out??
it's a distant thought in the back of his mind. one that gets more and more muffled as something else inside him stirs to larger life, something primal and wanting. soon, it became the only thing in his mind that he could ever focus on: finding vanitas, making sure he's safe, keeping him.
when at last his gaze snatches on a familiar pair of bright blue — it didn't even matter what vanitas was doing, who he was with. oushi marches over and all but drags the slighter man away.
where he winds up taking vanitas is unknown to him. somehow, he just happens to know the cave exists, and there it is, and now they are both safe from the rain and the winds but still dripping wet as a chill settles in. he should maybe start a fire, or something, but instead he buries his face in vanitas' neck, groaning low as the man's scent fills him with a broiling sort of heat. his body reacts on its own, hips rocking forward hungrily —
before common sense seems to finally hit him, and he propels himself backward as if burned. ]
S-Stay back! Fuck — I think something's wrong—
[ his hands fly up to his head — his hair has gotten a little longer, and towards the top he feels.... ears? ]
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megumi.
[ it's a good thing this isn't an audio call, otherwise the pause between megumi's text and oushi's would be way more egregious. and loaded. ]
this place has a tendency to mess with people's emotions
sometimes the only thing you can do is remember not to take any of it personally
[ whether or not that's the best or wisest option is... up for debate. ]
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bakugou.
[ on the other end of the line, oushi holds his breath.
tentatively, ]
did something happen to you after that?
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yato.
well don't force it
otherwise it'd be just as weird
when do you want to do this, anyway?
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gojou.
why not? i blend in just fine
i do a couple of shifts at the laundromat too, so i could get a uniform real easy
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kleken.
Re: kleken.
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rin.
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cale.
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Omg!
lmfao cale like what happened to that pushover that kept my secret
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keita.
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mayou.
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keita.
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nanami.
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henry.
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noé.
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ivan.
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aak.
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yu.
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ishmael.
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dorothea.
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good lord this is long, sorry!
delicious 🍽️
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shinjiro.
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