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 Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 1:15 am
It was an inward tremble and falter, barely visible in a fall of shoulders both forward and down not even the half of an inch when fingers moved to twine and he felt not only the need to reach out satisfied but met, as contact increased to mutual tenderness that led the poetical heart to skip a beat and flutter on syncopatedly to the rhythm and rhyme of comfort and joy.
Despite the fear of prying too far, of prodding where attention was not only unwanted but perhaps... disliked... he'd pushed on for the countering and stronger fear that through failing to address the matter of Miika's brother they might leave the other boy to danger and worse - to have Miika without resolution and caught in anxiety, consternation, ignorance over his brother's fate when they had the opportunity not only to seek out knowledge of such but to help this Rexeliel.
He... just hadn't been able to leave it alone. Precisely the sort of busybody-tendency that had got him into such trouble before, perhaps but... To live with himself in denial? Impossible. That wasn't living.
The bird listened with furrowed brow and closed lips, head bowed as if in agreement as eyes watched their hands in what might've been concern, might've been impassive acknowledgement, might've been capitulation. It... wasn't a concern of finding Rexeliel before the du Courdraes, then? Primarily a worry over how... to... um... explain? ...That was a relief, given it was the primary fear. Still, they had to do something to protect him in some way, even if it had to be done without letting him know...
It did bother him on another level, on the other hand. To have someone... likely inclined to thoroughly disapprove on the opposite side of the fence was far more troublesome than having to deal with Kingsley's boorishness or... or however Oliver ended up taking this, though Alex was determined to hope there would be far less aggressiveness on his part. But--but all things in time, in their place and in stride. "I suppose this isn't the sort of thing that could be solved with a friendly shopping trip," he murmured somewhat ruefully, smiling slightly in the weak attempt at humor as he met Miika's gaze without trepidation but all the same in the spirit of holding back. "He's - Rexeliel's not in any immediate danger, then?" Already the syllables felt foreign and awkward, though when sounded out they sang with their own private melody, in the way those angel's names tended to.
"He's not safe," Cody interrupted, sarcasm generator powered back to full. This--having to watch them was going to kill him sooner or later, for one reason or another. Just on grounds of--erk--Alex. His Alex. The kid. The one he went through the most trouble of any to make sure stayed out of harm's way, preferably in a closet. Because of his damnable tendency to make friends.
Like.
Erk.
This kind of friend.
Waaaay too much for a certain ornery Kingsley to handle.
ANYWAY. The 'unicorn' stood with a lengthy stretch and peered at Miika Cordaire with a quizzical, half imperious look, "So let's go fry us some leech before tacking up the missing persons posters - got a plan, Mik? Where do I find the nasty buggers?" 'I' because HELL NO did he have any intention of letting the kid come along - Miika Cordaire, he had no control over and wasn't going to try exert that sort of decision making power. Hell if he could see a way for the demon to really stay behind though. Especially as he kinda sorta really wanted an extended talk ALONE with said demon.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 4:40 pm
A few moments of deep contemplation over the current situation being discussed, questioned, pondered. Slowly, reluctantly untangling fingers the demon placed his hand back into his own lap. No, he didn't want to leave his robin, his Alex.
To him, it didn't really matter how long Cody, or anyone else, had laid any form of 'claim' on Alex, the fact was the robin had stayed by his side throughout everything, and was still doing so.
That was something Miika had never encountered before, and therefore he simply wasn't leaving Alex, unless the robin himself said to... and even then, Miika leaving was still a long shot. Chances were the demon would do everything he possibly could to stick around for as long as he could.
"He's not safe..." Miika echoed in agreement, glancing gold eyes towards Alex before letting out a sigh. An amused smile played over his lips as Cody called him 'Mik.' It amused him that the other was already making a little nickname, though, that really didn't mean a single damn thing.
Slowly standing, his golden-eyed gaze was now focused on Cody, but not near as tender as it was when he was gazing at Alex. "I know exactly where we can find Maybe, the Master, but Mikkael is a little more difficult to find," Miika replied with a little smirk.
Reaching up a hand, he lightly ran it through his hair and shook his head. "Shall we go then, Cody?" The demon inquired, specifically addressing the 'unicorn' and not Alex. He had the same mind-set that Cody was having - he wasn't going to let Alex go either.
Cody and himself could consider this travel time... 'male bonding,' because there were obviously specific issues that needed to be discussed, and he could tell it just by looking at the 'unicorn,' and those matters wouldn't be settled until they were completely alone. No doubt, Miika would receive the horrible end of the conversation, and probably risk getting yelled at or even 'attacked' in some form or another, but hell, he was willing to go through anything so long as he could remain at Alex's side.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 5:16 pm
The feline continued walking, green eyes focused on the other feline that was up ahead on the road. Frowning softly to himself, he allowed a small sigh to escape his slightly parted lips. Oh bugger, not this again. Why was it that whenever he went out traveling at night on a nearly unmarked road, that he ran into someone?
The experiences always turned out to be less than friendly, or overly friendly. Either way, it turned out to be a highly unwanted situation calling for unnecessary dramatics to arise and be over-dramatized. Not only that, but he was usually mistaken for one of the creatures of the dark, resulting in someone trying to cut off his head, or simply burn him alive.
Never pleasant experiences, and honestly, the prickly gentleman was growing tired of them. In fact, his patience was now as thin as ice, as it had been dwindling over the years of unlikely scenarios, all involving someone wanting him dead.
Perhaps the candle brought him bad luck, but no, that wasn't what the candle brought him. Lady Luck was simply against him, not on either of his good ends, always on a bad end which helped to result in the unpleasant happenings.
The candle brought him one thing, and he knew very well what that was by now, and it was, by no means, pleasant. Hm. Unpleasantries surrounded him, it seemed. Flocked to him as if he were the Mother Of All Things Unpleasant and Unlikely, hmmm.. Now, there was an interesting thought. He was a prickly, unfriendly gentleman, who was widely dislike and whose work was widely discredited...
Perhaps he was, indeed, this Mother Of All Things Unpleasant and Unlikely, but then again that also sounded like something out of a B-rated movie that everybody would watch, and then b***h and moan about for the rest of their pathetic little lives. Well, not a life so much as it was a mere blip of existance in the vast universe surrounding them.
Enough of that, he had a new problem on his hands and couldn't go about wasting his time on pondering the universe and his status as Master Blip. Funnily enough, he was of an upperclass family, and his servant-boy used to call him Master, and then a word in which was probably best to be left as 'Bleep' so that the mind could ponder on just how horrible this word was... ultimately resulting in the imagination drawing up how horrible Joseph was.
Ahhh, the distracting and mindless thoughts kept coming to the feline as he approached the other... feline. Stopping, he let out a deep sigh, milky pale skin tinted in an orange glow caused by the small, dancing flame. "Don't tell me I have to pay a toll," Joseph spat out dryly laced with thick, bittersweet sarcasm. Yes, a prickly gentleman indeed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 7:57 pm
Oh bother - being one so wrapped up in the connotations of every syllable it'd taken Alex all of the moment in which those syllables were uttered to realize neither of the others had any intention of including him in this witch hunt. Which... having no inclination towards such, he appreciated on one level. But, having no appreciation for the concept of the hunt in the first place he was challenged to accept. He had a feeling, however, that 'trying to talk to' the du Courdraes would accomplish about as much as it had in certain past endeavors - which was to say 'nothing positive'.
He... wasn't even going to bother attempting to proposition that to these two. It was one of those things he mentioned to Oliver, if he mentioned it at all before pursuing. But it was... reckless, at this point - even he could recognize that much.
To let them, Miika and Kingsley, off on their own, though? He wasn't entirely sure he liked where that might end up - because either way it felt as though one of them had to... 'win' - at least from Kingsley's point of view. And therefore, the other... Then again, time alone might give his friend time to work out a few issues - hopefully not in a way that would victimize Miika and--and that was what he really feared at this point. For... something he couldn't stop, couldn't see and couldn't prevent to happen.
But nothing changed unless you let it...
Realizing then he'd been watching Miika in tentative silence this entire time he attempted a rueful smile for the floor, thoughts turning to memorization of words and contours of the face and vowels and the way fingers felt between fingers. But they'd been together for so long... And without pause or fail. It was going... to be different. Hopefully not bad... but different.
Thus, instead of any demands to be taken along or protests against such the bird settled for an imperceptible drop of shoulders as he glanced from the empty hands in his lap back to Miika, to Kingsley... to his demon once more, "Don't..." come back any worse off, do anything stupid, follow danger where you don't need to--better yet at all, get hurt--get--don't... The pause long, a breath interrupting and erasing the previous sentence. "I'm sorry - be safe." Not desperate as a plea nor simple as a request, not a command, demand, nor anything paltry enough to be accompanied by 'please'. Something more personal and genuine than a question, more the extension of a sentiment than anything else.
Okay, the kid was going to stay without a fight - that was one battleship sunk. Now for the rest of the damn board, plus that the buggers were probably cheating with off-sides or double-layers or--or he really needed a different metaphor right here. Right, anyway - the 'unicorn' made quick with the ushering of the broken demon out the living room and away from other influences that might possibly change their mind for the worse, calling back, "Fetch yourself a chat with Petulance, kiddie - don't wander!"
And, to Miika Cordaire, "Insert war cry here, Mik - let's sally forth and bring woe upon the enemy hoardes. Lead the way."
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:32 pm
Darcy Rue did not, in fact, want to bring especial harm on the approaching cat. No more so than he wished to bring misfortune upon the rest of the world at large at least - an amount considered quite large by his closer associates, loudly and publicly by Cassidy though more privately by Sa'di. He did, however, possess a great amount of interest in just what the hell someone in that get-up was doing wandering around in the middle of nowhere (okay, not that far removed from the town - but far too close to a certain Townhouse for Darcy to let anything slip by as 'innocent' without thorough investigation).
And then there was the candle. Why a candle? Why a candle? It just wasn't normal - so not normal as to be comment-worthy in fact. And that was suspicious in the bad way.
The kitten's decisively crossed arms shifted with deceptively thin shoulders, the aura of aggressive confidence patently potent enough to evoke thoughts of bouncers and bridge guards in even the most casual of passerby. Though Darcy was paranoidly past considering this passerby 'innocent'.
'Until proven guilty' were, perhaps, words the cat had never heard.
"All depends on your purpose," he said shortly - even civilly, by his standards. Though how a stranger would know was beyond all reason. "What do you think you're doing out here?" Not even an insult, only passive-aggressive snappishness.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:19 pm
Even an excessive amount of time dedicated to the sole purpose of improving the princeling's ear for music had done nothing to better his musical memory. All tunes that escaped from head to lips to open air were momentary concoctions, tunes sweet enough in their own right but certainly never before composed nor likely to be heard again. Ephemeral in every inch of the meaning. It was perhaps for precisely that reason Devendra so delighted in his own melodies - impermanence was sweet and to be reveled in. Anything more stolid and unwavering left him edgy and unhappy. Short songs that bespoke nothing but the fluttering emotion of the second and the next, those were the notes he chose to indulge in.
Still carrying Zakai with relative ease - though the hybrid was turning out to be not-so-light a burden in the way of all things when carried for any time over five minutes and thus Devendra's inner monologue had developed something of a whine - the unicorn skillfully manipulated his way into the Townhouse with no particular need for hands, somehow managing to get the both of them through the door and up the stairs to the spacious room designated HIS without any noteworthy trouble or even encounters.
With a great attempt to be gentle as he laid the hybrid down on the large and quite fluffy bed Devendra nevertheless failed to make the transition from his arms to the mattress entirely without bump, as he was tired, damnit - and was a little grateful to finally get the Brat off his back--shoulder--arms. With a heavy sigh of relief and relaxation he flopped ingloriously down beside the boy, now almost completely disregarding any notion of tenderness, though making no especial move to wake him and thus escaping all self-recrimination.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:27 pm
"You didn't have to carry me... I know how to walk," The hybrid said gently as the other set him in the bed, and laid down on the bed as well. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the softness of it all. He rolled onto his stomach, fox tail flicking while the small, fuzzy pink bunny tail wriggled about.
Normally, had it been any one else and under any other circumstances, he would have slapped the person that picked him up. Then again, had it been anything normal at all, he wouldn't have started out snappish, then suddenly turned sweet... And if it had been even the slightest glimpse of normal, he wouldn't have wanted to lay down and cuddle with a stranger, knowing not but his name and title... which seemed rather self-proclaimed to Zakai, being as there was no kingdom around these parts.
Unless he counted this bedroom as a kingdom, and then, if he did, he wasn't much of a king nor prince. Something more like a mayor. But... bah, to Hell with the silly little thoughts that were entering his mind. Obviously they were both being weighed down by the tiredness that demanded sleep.
Rolling onto his side, facing Dev, he made an incoherant noise and scooted closer, nudging his way beneath an arm to cuddle down against that broad, warm chest. Next came pushing one of his legs over one of Dev's, as if to silently say 'you're not moving,' with nothing but actions.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:42 pm
It was likely in Devendra's very nature to be contrary, as evidenced by countless instances in which he had argued for the sake of argument or disobeyed simply because an express order had been given. Thus, despite the long and drawn-out whine ever-increasing through the echo of his skull he sniffed and stated simply, "I wanted to," as if it were the most natural and obvious thing in the world.
His own tail flicked lazily, hanging over the edge of his bed as eyes eased close in pre-nap relent to soundlessness and smooth darkening about the edges of vision. But that growings desensitization to the world at large was suddenly blown away - though not unpleasantly - by the onset of cuddling.
Okay. Now this he approved of.
With a pleased sound just below the volume of a murmur the princeling's arm re-adjusted itself to curve about and support the hybrid more intimately and comfortably, other arm reaching to brush lightly and rest at a curve of Zakai's waist. "Am I the security blanket?" he mumbled in the half-awareness of nigh-sleeping consciousness, the approval and pleasure seeping through the drunken syllables.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:05 pm
Ahhh, blissfully perfect! The cuddling had been approved. A small, "Ehn... fine," was the only protest offered to be put up, if it could even be called a protest. Hey, if Dev wanted to wear himself down by carting Zakai around like some small child, then so be it. That just meant more pampering for the hybrid.
But... this cuddling was nice and... Oh. Blink, blink. Touching. Zakai was not yet used to touching. Just him cuddling the other person, never being cuddled back. He had been shifted to be held (in a manner of speaking) in a more intimate and comfortable way... something he wasn't used to, but not that he minded. Dev was warm and cuddly... not to mention handsome.
The hand at the curve of his waist was also quite new. Not at all shunned, but very new. Touching made his skin tingle a little bit, and it seemed as if that tingling wasn't going to retreat anytime soon... Oh well, his skin could tingle all it wanted. He was comfortable, and that was the end of it.
Little warning signs could flash off in his head, and he still wouldn't pay them any attention. Comfort came first (perhaps not one of the smartest things to live by), so there. Now that that was settled. Zakai seemed to nuzzle the other's chest as he searched until-- oho! What was this? The nook of the neck! Yes, a fine place for him to rest his precious little head. Ahhhh... He had never been 'in the nook' before, but found that quite nice as well. Dev was so full of sweet little suprises but... ACK! Little hybrid had to remember to keep his emotions shielded... though it may already have been just a tiny bit too late for that reminder. Napping buddy!
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:19 pm
There was an intimate sense here that the cuddling was not only appreciated but that it was in some part unexpected - in more ways than one, as Zakai apparently neither had any idea what to do with said cuddling, how to react to it or what exactly the kind of attention reactions he was reacting with were going to get him. Being aware of this Devendra had some sense of where lines that might possibly be crossed were. He also had some sense that he didn't really care about lines, whether they existed or not.
But okay, sleep now. Gleeful bounding over boundaries later. If he was physically capable of purring he would've been going like an engine. Instead the princeling murmured that low and lovely sound again, the tickle of hair and sheer softness of skin a delight he couldn't help but treasure. Sure, there were other cuddle buddies here at the Townhouse. Well. No. There were two. But nothing quite like this sleepy Zakai - one being more a stuffed toy than a cuddler and the other apparently currently miffed with him. Sheez. Men.
Besides, there was the lovely Brat to preoccupy himself with now, for the hybrid was proving full of a naivete even Devendra's thick skull could recognize. That in itself was a temptation the princeling had little qualms about dancing around with - though he certainly wouldn't make it his sworn duty to toy with the boy's emotions, it did present the opportunity for some hilariously awkward moments.
"Sleep," he yawned. "Wake up later." Odd words for a command, but they did hold the air of an order nevertheless.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:31 pm
Despite the reactions he gave to the newness of touch, the boy cuddled as close as possible to the warm body and exhaled a sigh of simple bliss, listening to that low and lovely sound that was murmured once again. Finally he would get some sleep... in the morning... Would he even remember any of this at all in the morning? Well, he certainly hoped so. He would like to do this again... Sometime in the near future.
Emotions had already slipped out and wrapped themselves around Devendra, leaving Zakai very unaware of just how unhappy he was going to be when they had to part. They were going to part in the morning, right? Well... he couldn't honestly be sure of what was going on, and his mind was far too foggy to even begin to draw up possible scenarios.
Things would just happen on their own, and he would more than likely accept them. Now due to those sneaky little emotions that had wrapped themselves around the unicorn, Zakai had no idea how he was going to react to many things, being unaware and all. For instance, Zak had a horrible streak of jealousy, and it would probably act up sooner or later, unknown to both Zakai and Dev.
"Mm... no..." Came the last, small, quiet protest, simply saying it to show some form of disobedience, despite the fact his eyes closed as he drifted off to the sound of the other's heart beating, and the warm scent of Dev filling him with each relaxed breath. Yes, Zakai may have been a some-what lovely little thing, but he was as of yet untamed, and would remain to be difficult for some time. However, some borders would be easier to cross than others, as the boy did have a strong need to be held close to someone... to be liked and cared for... For some odd reason, a 'just this once,' entered his mind one last time before he drifted off into his peaceful slumber.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:50 am
Brilliance flooded the room in a manner most befitting the one who'd let it in. There was no denying the way Thierry's smile could light up a room or a heart, the shimmering, glimmering quality of his lips and laughter was infectious and clung to whatever it happened to settle upon like a trace of sweet perfume. His current mood, however, quite befouled any chance at the true pleasantry behind his general modus operandi.
Throwing open heavy curtains and stalking over to the bed to glower sharply, the cat's graceful arms crossed in the very image of the unforgiving parental unit - though in Thierry's case the motivating emotions were far closer to those of a jilted lover than any nurturing figure. He was, however, no longer nearly so enamored of the wicked princeling as previous, now that he was so keenly aware of the idiot's egotistic assumptions and self-important propensities. That didn't mean this--this gross and blatant behavior could go unnoticed and unapprehended. However much Thierry's somewhat vindictive nature might be given to allowing another the same miserable fate as his own when it came to the romantice and stupid, stupid Devendra he was just as given to meddling.
"Rise and shine, love," the cat hissed melodically, as though the sudden influx of sun in the peacefully darkened room hadn't been enough to interrupt sweet slumber, the last word bitten out with especial care.
Buh?
No..... no sun... not... didn't want...
Devendra, still curled about Zakai in the most comfortable way imaginable moaned a wordless demand for reprieve at Harem Boy #3 and rolled as far as he could away from the edge and #3's intense glare without rolling over his hybrid. More sleep. Deal with wake time later. Meh.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:21 pm
Unlike Devendra, who had rolled closer and was in demand of more sleep, the hybrid had opened his luminous red eyes at the shifting weight that was closer than he cared to have. Eyes sparkling at the sunlight that poured into the room, he grunted and withdrew his slender leg from around the other.
"Mmph. You're heavy," Zakai complained quietly, still unaware of Thierry. Either way, with someone else present or not, it was morning... and there was no chance of him falling asleep after feeling so awake. The 'just this once' time was over, whether Devendra was aware of that little fact or not.
The hybrid let out a sigh and wiggled, pushing himself out of the cuddle, that seemed to be more of two bodies in a tangled mess of what used to be comfortable. Though comfortable had turned to uncomfortable with Zakai's waking. "Get off," He hissed out, as he rolled out of the damn mess that they were twisted into.
Sitting up on his knees, he rubbed his eyes and faced the window, stretching out his arms and giving a loud yawn. Looking to Thierry, he blinked and cocked his head to the side. Looking back down at Dev, he frowned and put a hand on his hip.
A smirk soon replaced that frown as he slid off the bed and stood at the edge, grabbing the blankets in his hands. "Devendra, I suggest you get up now," He said in a small, sing-song voice, with a glint in his eyes. There were always ways of getting someone up... and flipping them off the bed was always most effective... But he would only resort to flipping Devendra off the bed if the spoiled unicorn refused to wake.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 9:23 pm
But--but--nooo..... that wasn't how it worked.... Devendra wanted to sleep. So he was going to sleep, darnit. You couldn't just tell him to get up - because he didn't want to. "Mrf," the princeling replied most eloquently, continuing to flop in all his typically self-possessed laze - a most languorously attractive haze, mind you. Golden limbs in a heap of unbothered disarray. Lazy as hell too, true enough.
Not so lazy he wasn't going to go through the efforts to re-obtain that lovely warmth his hybrid had provided up 'til now, however. With long-limbed grace it was simply unjust for someone so sleepy-headed to be able to maintain, the unicorn reached out in an attempt to latch onto and retrieve yon extra warmth back to its proper place.
Unbidden but not regretted a sound of annoyance escaped the cat's nose and lips as a hip cocked, crossed arms led to tightened fists and Thierry might even have let a growl escape had he been one to lose himself to such improprieties - but he wasn't quite angry enough to degrade himself like that. No. Not. Yet. Twitch.
The glare shifted then, a flicker of green flecked with crimson as the cat turned to stare instead at the hybrid for a long, hard moment, expression an indecipherable mix of offense, dislike, irritation and.... pity?
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:17 pm
Zakai had been caught off guard and was latched onto, as he had been far too busy focusing a very confused look onto the feline. Blinking, he lost all balance and fell back onto the bed, or at least half-way.
With a grumble and a mutter, he sat up on his hands and knees before flopping down beside Dev. Rolling onto his side, he worked an arm and a leg beneath the unicorn, wrapping himself around the sleepy princeling.
At first, it seemed as if he was taking him into a possessive body-hug. Upon closer inspection, he had a very tight frown worn on his lips. Holding tightly to the unicorn, yet tenderly, he shifted all his weight.
Forcing his weight into a rolling-motion, all latched onto Dev, he fell from the side of the bed, bringing the princeling down with him-- though also ontop of him. Laying on his back, with Dev now ontop of him, he unlatched himself and worked his arms to fold across his chest. Luminous red eyes were fixed in a narrow, hard scowl, though not cold nor distant. "Happy now?" The hybrid-- Dev's hybrid-- grumbled out, while trying to push the body he had brought down onto him, off of him.
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