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TDM: May

Test Drive: May

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You feel like you're floating. Around you, colors and sounds and smells swirl as if trapped in a whirlpool, vibrancy and hue ever shifting. The more you watch them, the less solid they are; they only become clear out of the corner of your eye. The area around you begins to feel more solid as well, until your feet are on the ground, the wind brushes playfully against your face -

and you know one thing, and one thing alone: this is a dream, and an incredibly realistic one at that.

The Eternal Fall

The smell of autumn leaves surrounds you, a myriad of colors sparkling into existence at the same time. Despite the warmth and light, the air feels heavy and stiff, as if on razor's edge. The forest is eerily silent - not a bird, bug, or rodent dares to stir - and when you do hear something, it's the high-pitched crying, whining, weeping, sobbing, howling sounds of something far off. The tunnel of bent branches invites you further with an unpleasant compulsion; though fighting it and turning around finds you in front of a chilly, damp cave alight with the faint, cool glow of bubbling fountains and streams.

The Compulsion
Unable to sway yourself from the call of the forest - or maybe you're simply curious as to where it leads - your feet pull you further and further into the autumnal tunnel. The cry from before grows more distant, but in return, the air weighs even heavier on your shoulders than before. The branches hang lower and lower as well, as if pushed by gravity, until their leaves smack your face, twigs offering small cuts from the thorns protruding from their bark.

But you can't stop. Not now. The end of the tunnel seems so close; but it's seemed that way for a while now, you suppose, and you've already come this far - you might as well stay the course, wherever it might lead.

The further you go, the brighter everything becomes, and you realize it's the leaves surrounding you; they've begun to glow, encouraged by the sunlight streaming in from above, and the wind begins to whisper in your ear. At first, it's only encouraging things, or silly facts - harmless words, but as the foliage begins to shimmer and reflect your image, the wind's words turn colder. Within those reflections on the autumn tunnel, you begin to see your worst moments - morally, ethically, emotionally. The things you don't want anyone else to know, that you'd feel ashamed or struck for anyone - especially those close to you - to see. The wind becomes louder as the scenes play out one right after another, boldly declaring your true feelings as they were in that moment, good or bad.

Worst of all - you still can't bring yourself to turn back, even as your mind begins to free itself from the tunnel's compulsion. Maybe someone else can help out, if they're not too taken by their own memories, or maybe the shock of sharing such private secrets will jolt you and anyone else back to reality. Either way, it's that, or staying stuck watching your worst memories play on repeat for what feels like the rest of your life.

The Cry
While not compelled by any means, you still feel a curious draw down the path in front of you; as you follow the leaf tunnel, with others or alone, you find another, less-traveled path. Following it reveals a large pond colored orange and gold by the reflection of the area it's in, sunlight and shadows playing on its surface. At a glance, it seems to be rather shallow, but that's hardly the truth.

You realize, after a moment, that the crying has continued, evidently coming from the water. Looking closer, the culprit is an infected Merrow, who - upon begin seen - shrieks and dives for whoever's looking at it with the clear intent to drag them down beneath the water. Its claws are extra sharp, its teeth similar to a shark in number and shape, and its scales have turned a pale black; an oil-like substance flows from beneath them and from its gums as well, shimmering the same way gasoline does in the light, and its eyes are the tell-tale white of a Shade.

It isn't impossible to fight it to get away, especially as some of you have new abilities at hand, and some of you have a few neat changes to help that along. Once distance is successfully put between you and the infected Merrow, it howls in a wet, warbly voice, visibly frustrated. Unlike ordinary Merrows, who can walk on land and have legs as long as they stay dry, this Merrow can't seem leave its pond at all, and electricity sparks from it like little static shocks in its irritation. It does dive back under once it realizes it can't reach you, resurfacing as your character's most important person in an attempt to lure them back. The expressions are far too real, too genuine; even those aware it's a Merrow might be fooled. While its voice isn't a perfect mimicry, the song it begins to sing has with it notes of yearning and beckoning to join it, join your beloved person, in the water.

The Cave
Pulling yourself from curiosity or compulsion, the cave behind you - in front of you, if you've turned around - gives off an oddly pure feeling. Like an oasis in a desert, it feels refreshing and calm; incredibly safe, compared to the eerie call of the forest it's in. Within the cave are pools of water that glow and glimmer from the magic runes found around them. The runes shift similar to a mirage whenever you try to focus on them; and try as you might, you can't glimpse what they say exactly.

It isn't so hard to figure out though, as the pools of water surrounded by them have a pleasingly cold temperature, while those without them are near scalding. A few of the latter have runes around them, but they're not glowing like the rest - feeding a little magic into them changes this immediately, and steam rises in a sudden blast as the water cools rapidly. The opposite can be done for the colder pools too - taking their magic somehow or ruining the runes will make them bubble and boil as they surge in temperature.

But that isn't all the cave has to offer. Moving further inward, you get the feeling you're going down - beneath the ground and the enchanting forest. Eventually, the cave widens out to a massive underground lake, multiple waterfalls pouring into it; despite their number and size, the room is completely silent. All tunnels seem to lead to this one room, with a few of them looking more man-made than natural. Traversing other tunnels leads you into a maze that only ever brings you to the lake, or to the cave's entrance, no matter how many different paths you take.

Something different happens eventually though; signs of life begin to appear, or at least signs that life once lived there. Leather pouches rotted by the dampness of the cave hang on sharp nails beaten into the cave walls, with boots in similar condition strewn here and there. Torn, soaking clothing lays in piles in the tunnels, and candles burnt down to their wick's end stand in shelves carved from the navy blue and black stone. There's broken toys and books too waterlogged to read, instruments with snapped strings or clogged holes, and - most peculiarly - smooth, round devices that heavily resemble large pocketwatches or hand mirrors. They refuse to turn on though, either due to age or due to the wetness of the air.

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You don't get to tell me what I need or not!

[You're not his mom!! Seriously though, Konoe will take the chance of pissing off over the need to win people over any day of the week. He'd rather stand tall ~~or as tall as he gets~~ and get into a fight, than suck up to people and fake everything. It's not worth it.]

And I'll growl at anyone I want.

[He's. Not actually growling.
He is kind of flashing his fangs, but that's not even deliberate.]

[Pale lashes sweep over blue eyes, and Symon peers up at this other man through the fringe of them, quiet and assessing. ]

Well, unless you decide to slip into the water, there isn't much real damage it can cause. [A shrug ripples the water. The images it supply are horrifying, but that isn't real damage.] You seemed to handle it just fine without my intervention.

[ eren made it pretty clear in their approach: he didn’t like “her” and he wasn’t going to leave any spots open for a trap.

a mental reach into himself grants eren access to the painful stretch under his flesh, growing crackles from his bones. he stays farther behind elliot, but his shadow follows as it towers and touches the edges of the pond. like fire itself, the sound of smacking and splintering wood accompanies his intent to burn her, an elongating throat burning bright like lava.

behind elliot is no longer a sunburned young man, but a medium-sized wyvern, not too small but not too large, shedding through his older skin in rips and tears where his digits can claw and a maw that heats the air with every dry huff. If she doesn’t come out, the whole pond goes. which, in retrospect, isn’t a bad idea. ]

["You might have some"

He has to pause and blink for a moment because he's standing here with a mage staff bruh. ]

Haha...yeah, I do actually...!

I'm just ... worried I might fry the thing.

[ nice cosplay bro ]

Why didn’t you say so?! [ he holds his hand out with full intention of clapping elliot’s If it got too close. ] We can do a double charge! Is that your lightning rod?!

[You know, Elliot Craig has seen a lot of wild things in his day. A war, monsters, terrorists, witches, phantom thieves- the list goes on. So when he hears something really strange going on behind him, he turns to look over his shoulder and in his expert knowledge he quickly deduces one thing.

WELP. THAT SURE IS A FLIPPING DRAGON.

Elliot yelps and does what any rational human being would do in this situation, he dives out of the way and scrambles for safety- out of the path of the dragon. He's trying to wrap his brain around this-- where did that dragon come from?? Where did the guy go?? Why was it ripping off-- skin!?? Was he going to have to fight off a dragon on top of everything else?? Sure, it was smaller than dragons he's encountered before but IT SURE WAS A DRAGON.]

O-Oh Aidios, help!

["Fiona" meanwhile reacts to the dragon, moving back and hissing at it, diving into the pond to try to get away. The illusion breaks, revealing that it was the infected merrow. Survival instinct overruns desire to lure gingers when there's a dragon.]

[Well...he knows what a high-five is, so he'll lift up his hand and return it, even if he fully doesn't get why they're doing this]

It's a or-- [You know what, this guy didn't know what sepith is so let's not bother with orbal energy] -- staff, actually. It helps with my magic.

[Double charge...]

Okay, pretty sure double charge would fry the circuits.

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Me neither. [And she is equally as sure of her answer as he is. Crimson Dawn has not expanded out this far which does have her thinking at least momentarily. She knows at some point this will need to be reported, but for now her main priority is getting off planet.

The wooded tunnel opens up to more woods though not as eerily looking. Still Qi'ra is cautious, not expecting friendly natives or flora and fauna. It's better to stick close. Her hand moves to her own blaster at her side as a precaution. The only thing in front of them is a cave. Do they dare press on?]

This place doesn't feel real. There hasn't been any signs of life until I saw you.

[Niles looks deeply offended now, his voice nearly a snarl.]

Is that really what you think? You're so naive as to mistake surrender as allegiance? You may have spared Leo's life, and so he's indebted to you now, but your actions have caused him immeasurable pain.

[Then Niles feels a powerful swell of panic and despair hit him like an axe to the chest. His eye catches movement to the side and he looks back towards where until just now the Hoshidans had stood silently solemnly judging their sister. The new scene playing out before them both was of Niles, defeated and barely conscious watching as Leo knelt defeated at Corrin's feet, a squadron of Hoshidans staying their weapons at her words. His life had one purpose, to protect Leo, and in that moment he had failed.]

What?! Waaaaa! But you're so, so, SO cool! Why would they do that? I don't understand it, so confusing. ( wei wuxian knows nothing about berserker but that doesn't stop him from being around the other at all. he's always been the type to think good of those around him until they show a side that doesn't click with his or the people around them. it doesn't always work that way but sometimes but what wei wuxian knows now; the type of air the male has leaving from his body doesn't bother him in the slightest. it makes him all the more curious. )

You'll make me blush to say such a thing...! Ahaha, well, you'll only know if you stick around me, huh? Maybe we have mutual feelings now! ( he continues to grin, pausing as he think son his next set of words and once he feels comfortable enough. ) I can't do what I use to do, but there's gotta be some way to get my talents back.

( that follows with a nod, lightly bumping himself against berserker playfully. ) You're sooo mean, you're making me have to figure out what I can do when you have such a beastly visage! You could carry this thing easily! ( without further ado, he begins to pull a bamboo flute from his sleeve taking a look at it for a bit. ) I could play it and see what happens..?

I don't know. [ Yako admits. ] But this isn't the first time I've had a dream that felt this way before.

[ But, first things first. She holds out a hand to him. ]

I should be able to do something about your hand, though, if you don't mind letting me. [ Again, like that dream before ... she somehow instinctively knows the spell she could use to knit torn flesh back together again. ]

[ A raised eyebrow is all that's given at first, at the standing figure of the first stranger in front of the statue as if Hua Cheng might be wondering what he's got to pray for. Folding his arms, though, he doesn't seem too inclined to stop him, nor does he give much more in response when approached, as if he himself might have something to think about. And in truth, he does; he knows, after all, that the flower that's been so easily returned by the taller of the two in this illusion, never made it back to that hand in the real scene. His younger self, and even he as he is at the moment, would never have allowed himself to place such a filthy and battered thing as an offering to Xie Lian, so back then he had dragged himself out to pick another. Little did he know, it would be the last he had stepped in the shrine before that one, too, had been burned.

Instead of flames, however, what comes this time is a downpour of water. Because of this, before the other two can, he knows. ]

They'll be fine. [ He dismissively answers the question he's asked, seemingly half distracted by something else. And despite how his humor had disappeared after seeing his own past, he still lets out a quiet, mocking laugh towards the last remark. ] It's not the heavens. You give them credit where there's none.

[ Before the last of the house's walls disappear, he abandons his company where they were and walks over a bit, into the corner from where the child just a moment ago had produced his umbrella. And with a flick of his hand, from behind some debris, he seems able to draw his own as if it were only natural that another should be hidden there as well if the first one had been. Just a minute ago, one of the two was interrogating if these illusions are his --

-- this one is.

Vivid crimson, and spotless like it's brand new, there's no reason why one imaginary item should not be able to touch another, and so the rain raps against it with powerless little sounds. Just as they change locations -- just as they get somewhere else. His glamour that hid them broken by the extra effort it seems, a pair of resplendent, translucent wings seems to glow on his back like a veil, at times fully visible while at others a ghost. They don't look too different from those of the butterflies that appear once again, answering the question he'd lazily just brushed off when they float from within the umbrella as if that's where they'd been. Unlike these, however, the wings aren't something he had -- at least, not before ending up in his dream -- so he'd opted not to wear them in sight. But this is why he told the other that if it truly had been him, the illusion would be much harder to tell apart.

He watches the other two in silence, and though he commends how composed that same stranger appears, it's still not surprising the current scene would be his.

When Hua Cheng walks, there's a jingle like bells from his boots, tiny chains made of silver that play soft sounds. The two butterflies circle him once, then fly off, one of them towards each of his two unintentional companions; the first one gets only a brush past his hand, while the second, in the middle of quiet distress, has the small and ethereal form settle briefly upon his shoulder, in a flutter of wings. Both of their trails, however, seem to lead past -- and towards that grave.

Because that's what it is; there's no point to avoiding the word.

Crouching by, Hua Cheng lets the umbrella that covers his head incline, just enough to create a small awning over one side. The edge that most likely would be where that young boy's own face ended up when he tumbled within, although he makes not a move that resembles intending to pull him out. As the droplets of rain keep falling right past, the red seems reflected between, as if something is crying blood from above. Perhaps he's feeling generous, or maybe this is his way of getting back at the illusion that got him too, but his butterflies drift in, shining light into the darkness of that pit. ]

You're not what belongs in there. You're still alive.

[ Well, there's a little bit wrong with it... though if he were indeed wearing his carnival outfit, she'd just think him a little bit... touched in the head. Just a little. ]

Wait, hold on a moment—— [ She wants to meet him half way, because that's not fair and as hilarious as it probably is that they are both yelling to carry their voices... yeah. It seems peaceful enough in here, but considering the forest just outside, she doesn't entirely trust it, either. ]

That would make two of us then, I'm afraid. Have things changed a bit each time for you as well? There were people down here at one point, though I loathe to think what may have happened to them.

[ Han feels her hand leave his in favor of dangling towards her blaster, not expecting the sudden absence of its weight to bother him as much as it does — though, logically, he certainly couldn’t blame her for wanting to be closer to a trigger. He follows suit a moment later. ]

The terrain is awfully strange too. When’s the last time you’ve been on a planet that goes from a level forest to a cave so quickly?

[ For what it’s worth, Han is going all in on Qi’ra’s strategy to keep moving forward and he doesn’t even hesitate to step into the cave. Which is decidedly more gloomy than the tunnel, weirdly enough. At least that had some sunlight. ]

( he wants to ask are they not allowed to cry, the heavens, but instead he's too caught up by the rain that hits down on his person. a few more things are clear about his new colleagues, one isn't quite human as much as he expected — the wings alarm him first but he doesn't say a thing. he takes a step back, to regain his thoughts on the matter; a deep breath and closing his eyes in hopes to calm himself. it's a lot to take in, seeing things that have nothing to do with him; hidden scenarios that he's never asked to see. it's jarring, makes him question a few things like why is this happening and why these particular scenes play before them.

he's lost in thought, staring now towards the child near a handmade grave and he cants his head to the side wondering what could be in there. the small brush of the butterfly is alarming, he's quick to yank his head to his chest before seeing what it was. in this place, it almost feels like he should be wary of everything. shaking his head, he walks over to binghe first, seeing how steadily composed he is despite the scene before him. ) Stay here, okay? We'll come back. ( a response, having somewhere there seems beneficial or that's what wei wuxian has learned from his past. just having someone to say something always seemed to help him when he didn't think he needed anyone to speak to him.

he trots on over, the cold rain's enough to make black locks stick to his cheek as he smiles. how funny is it this is the first time he's heard the other say more words than one or two, it's nice but he parts his lips. )

Yes, yes..! ( he's like a sore thumb out of the two, they'd have no reason to interact but even so. ) There's someone out there waiting for you, so don't give up. ( he wants to continue, say something like that's why you're not allowed to die.. makes sense in his own downfall before. ) But if you're tired, we can give a helping hand? ( his eyes look towards the body wrapped in cloth, wei wuxian is smart when it comes to the deceased and he's seen many like this during his grave digging. he's not too proud of that knowledge nor does he have the ability to sense anything from it. whoever they are, what they use to do and everything else is unknown to him but what he does understand is that it must have been someone important to the child. sometimes people die and they're not angry, they're content... they're at peace and while he's unable to tell that; he has a feeling this must be the case.

he looks towards hua cheng, eyes searching for some sort of agreement. )

( the reveal of a fresh new pair of wings is a welcome distraction from the scene playing out in front of him, and luo binghe allows his gaze to linger on the other man for a few moments before managing to pull it away, cataloging the information away in his mind in case they're hidden once again before long. as for wei wuxian, he offers little more than a grimace and a nod; he doesn't have any intention of fooling around with this memory anyway, and it's hardly a situation he feels enthusiastic even to see. as for the child, at least he's a bit more expressive about the situation suddenly unfolding around him.

the tears that had been trickling down his cheeks are long gone, replaced with smudges of dirt from wiping at his face with his sleeves. with wide eyes, he looks up at the butterflies — the man who stands at the top of the grave, almost looking like some sort of benevolent god of death with his bright reds among the dark, greyed out backdrop that the rain provides. he offers up a nod, but shakes his head as wei wuxian comes to offer a hand: "I'm fine. I can do it."

digging his hands into the mud at the side of the grave — a little bit shallower than it probably should be, with a better view of it, but still impressive for such a small child on his own — the memory of luo binghe manages to pull himself up and back to the side of the grave, right next to hua cheng's feet. though he kneels there for a moment longer and hesitates, eyeing the two new arrivals with poorly concealed suspicion. he can't imagine they're there to help; such a thing would be unthinkable. so what are their real intentions here? the moment passes though, and he offers up a grateful smile before lowering his head.

"Thank you for your help. I'll be alright from here."

have they helped yet? not really. is that the point? again, not really. it's clear from the way he speaks that what he really means is more along the lines of 'please leave me alone now'. turning to face away from the strangers once more to end the conversation, he glances from the sheet-wrapped body to the grave one more time with a somewhat troubled expression. more composed than when they'd arrived, definitely, but still betraying his worry. )

[Well, yes. Curry is a staple food where she's from. But Kaladesh is like this weird amalgamation of steampunk India and Greece.

She does her best to focus on Papyrus rather than the shifting images, though she does notice the fish woman and all. It's not her pain though, and so she pointedly turns and starts walking backwards so he can have her full attention.]

An unhealthy skeleton, huh? Is it weak bones?

[ Imagine if someone thought of Hua Cheng as a god, would that be ironic or what. Maybe small Luo Binghe has rights. ]

Must be your first time.

[ That sort of light thing is what he says, having not moved an inch from his spot towards either intending to help or impede, though he does meet the gaze that the man beside him seeks. But for whether he'll match it or not... with someone as cryptically aloof as Hua Cheng, he'd just have to go with his gut if there's something he wants. He's perceptive, at least; enough to be able to draw quite a few conclusions of note from the way that the other seems to be studying the dead body they both know they see. Maybe what he's saying to this child could be seen as cruel -- he's implying, after all, that if this is a first time then there may be more. That his future might just hold more death.

But that's because it will. ]

This guy is saying he'll help, maybe you should listen to him. Looks pretty useless, but he's done it a bunch.

[ That's a yes -- he can tell. Just one of the many things he could guess from his cursory look, from one person in the know to another. Though his eyebrow seems to arch lightly, as his butterflies drift and don't quite appear to be listening to him right then. They flutter and busy themselves around the child for a second more, where he wants them to be, before deeming they should abandon that and return to the older version off to the side. To hover in front of his face, flit about, as if enticing him to join in. Hua Cheng supposes he could let them; after all, if they don't get a hint from the grown one, it's really unlikely they'll solve this illusion too soon.

Sometimes, being too reserved and closed off can work against you too. ]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[He slumps a bit on the ground.]

What even was that?

I guess you're right but...now that I think about it, it is a little weird that we'd just show up here...

Aaaah, I'm not so proud of that! You know I'm not! Waaaah, you're so cruel to me! ( he whines, moving around the hole so that he can position himself right next to hua cheng, wrapping his arms around his shoulder and pulling the male against him. his cheek presses up against the male's own, feigning ignorance as he continues with his own story. ) You're the cruelest wife I've ever had or will ever have! When you die, I'll bury you too — I'll have a smile on my face to let you remember that I've always had my heart for you and that you've made me happy.

( catch the hint, baby binghe. wei wuxian doesn't let the other go, playing around but he sounds quite serious; pulling from the other right after. he wipes away the tears form his eyes, looking towards the child as he clears his throat. ) It's okay to be strong but there are some things you can't do alone. ( not that he's implying that the child needs their help but with indication of the body being here, he's technically not alone. ) There are people that you won't want the help of but you'll come to learn that.. ( pulling out his handy, dandy bamboo flute — he begins to play a small tune. it mixes with the beat of the rain that hit against the ground, plays along with the crisp flap of the butterflies and the back of the child's collar yanks; pulling him up from out of the hole and dropping him right onto hua cheng's back. nice and comfy. he pulls the flute away from his lips, looking at it and then back to the corpse. truly, a change of pace. )

..you'd want people to step in and do something, you'll grow tired of waiting. It'll become lonely. ( the dirty child is finally going to be cleaned by the rain, smacking away what mud that it can. with that done, he looks at the handiwork of the grave and with having his own personal opinions; he comments. ) Your grave should be deeper, that way no one will ever want to mess with it for anything. A protection seal will be good too.. I'll do everything I can for you, so please give me enough time.

( but what if time wasn't on their side? funny to think about, so he looks around to find those shining balls of light but noticed they've left over to binghe for his attention. with two sources of light gone, he looks towards hua cheng and casts a wink to him and know that it's perfect, he's done this for awhile now. ) You've always wanted a child, now I've been able to give you one. So take care of him and I'll handle this and if this doesn't make your heart soar for me.. my last name won't be ( he chuckles softly: ) Mo anymore!

[She rises to her feet and steps over to the boy to place her palm on his shoulder.]

I'm sure there is a reason. We just haven't figured out what it is yet.

I've never really been inside a cave before!

[And she's not exactly dressed for exploration, either. Her uniform's gonna get ruined if anything happens. And it's her only set of clothes, too!

She looks at the cave entrance, seeing the same glow from the inside. Common sense would state that maybe going inside a cave while being so unprepared might not have been the smartest idea. And yet...

What else did she have to lose?]

I wonder what we'll find inside.

[Hiccup is a similarly sad sight, wet and skinny, probably bruising something fierce beneath his leathers. He looks relieved when Tony doesn't seem too badly hurt, though.] It's- No, it's a dream, I think. Or some kind of vision. Like I said, I've experienced- something like this before.

[He only nods once to the thanks, brushing it off like anybody would do the same. He pulls himself to his feet (foot) and shifts with a wince.]

I don't think so. It's- It looks too far gone. When I saw infected fae like this, they, um. [He seems distinctly uncomfortable.] They were corpses. There was nothing left when you cut off the Cwyld. To stop it, we're going to have to kill it. [The weight of regret is heavy in his voice. This is not a young man who takes killing lightly.]

I... don't know, honestly. I don't even know where here is. [It's not the city of Aefenglom. It must be somewhere out past the walls, far from the city.]

Corpses, of winged people called faeries. Tied to- to infected flowers, in a meadow. They attacked me and some other people, and if you defeated one, it just... crumbled into dust. Like there was nothing left of the person it had been once.

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i just wanted to play with the fae stuff a little but then

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ur suppose to talk in the titles fool

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talks in the title i hope this gives affection points

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i forget to talk once and you two do this!

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