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[whispersome]

☼ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈
LOCATION. Guest cabin TAGGED. Open

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Waking up sprawled across the ground was nowhere near new for Ryuji, nor was not remembering how he’d ended up there immediately or at all, but it was a novel experience since hopping aboard this whole volunteering gig, so it took him by surprise all the same. It took a few moments, vision blurry and strewn with spots that pulsed in tune to the headache he’d also accrued, to reorient himself, blinking up at the ceiling and processing his surroundings piece by piece.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ He was in a cabin, he recognized, but not his own. He sat up—too fast at first, then slowly when his skull protested. A glance around showed that several other people were scattered around the room, faces he recognized but wasn’t all too close to, like the majority of the group. That was who Ryuji was, after all; a fun guy to have around and talk to, but too intense to get any closer to. Not that there were many opportunities to do so here, what with their focus all in working, not forging life-long bonds.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Stretching out his sore limbs, Ryuji ignored that train of thought and tried to figure out how he’d gotten here. He had been outside earlier, he knew, but the details were foggy; all he could really remember now was the sun that had melted through the morning gloom, the humid air shifting around him as he labored. Had he fallen asleep somehow? In the middle of the day, at that? His sleep schedule had been out of whack since his teens—he was an artist who lived his life on whims, after all, and inspiration and his circadian rhythm were not always friends—but that seemed extreme, even for him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Ryuji passed a hand over his forehead and jolted. His palm was cool, fingers miniature icicles that tingled at the ends, but his face was burning up, the contrast stinging in both directions. His tongue swept instinctively over his lips to find them chapped and sore, teeth catching on peeling scraps of skin.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Had the heat gotten to him or something? Ryuji grimaced, more embarrassed than anything. He’d grown up in Osaka, where summers tended to run even hotter than this and his family’s air conditioning unit blew out every other year; warm weather should have been an old friend, not something that wiped him out like this. It seemed like the only explanation, though, especially considering how many others it had seemed to disorient.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ He was ailing from more than physical discomfort, though. Wistfulness clawed at Ryuji’s chest, digging in deep. He missed New York with a sudden fierceness, and even more abruptly, he missed Osaka. That longing had grown stale over the years he’d spent away—it had never stopped hurting, but over time it became easier to cope with and thus easier to ignore—but awakening like this, a vague malaise overwhelming him, must have jarred something in his mind, memories providing comfort.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ His mother’s rice porridge, a staple of his childhood illnesses. The cool breeze from the bay. The colorful streamers flowing in the wind during Tanabata. Fireworks bursting against the sky later in summer. The power and freedom he felt tearing down city streets on his motorcycle; being able to steal away from the pressure of everyday life and just drive, something he did on a regular basis even in New York. More than anything, he wanted to do that, to hop atop the bike and just cruise along, free of burdens and cares.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ But that’s what this whole thing was about, wasn’t it, Ryuji thought as he glanced wryly around the room again. Learning some sense of responsibility before he became too old to pass off his lackluster life as that of a free spirit just exploring the world and himself. Even though by his father and sister’s standards, he’d crossed that threshold a long time ago.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Whatever. He didn’t need to deal with that now of all times. Ryuji leaned back, legs drawing in from their spread positions to cross, and pressed a hand to his temple. He wanted to stand, maybe mingle to figure out what was going on, but he was still half-conscious at best, and his legs resisted when he tried to move again. “This blows,” he said under his breath, delirious laughter undercutting it. Just what was so funny, he couldn’t tell, but sometimes, what else was there to do but laugh?

[*Lovel*]

Rhys Grant
❝hold me deep beneath your waves❞
gender; male age; 24 Host to; Eros ethnicity; British sexuality; Demisexual
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indentationRhys woke to the sun glaring in his eyes seemingly on purpose, he put his arm up in attempt to shield his eyes from the intrusive rays. “Bloody hell, turn it off.” He opened his eyes, squinting as the sun still tried to assault his vision. The burning sensation of his eyes started creeping up on him and he squeezed his eyes shut for a few minutes. Rhys slowly opened his eyes again more successfully in this attempt.

Rhys was on the floor of a cabin that he noticed was clearly not his as he surveyed the room. He pushed himself up slowly getting a feel of the chilled floor that was in decent contrast to the heat he was feeling. He just came to notice that his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead. His face contorted in disgust; he’d have to shower as soon as possible. He tried to remember how hot the groups instructors said it was, but it couldn’t be that hot. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before quickly removing it, he was burning up. Water, I should get water. He got up a bit wobbly if he had to admit using a nearby chair as an assist.

He figured finding a bathroom was his best bet to get this fever down, he ventured out into the hall and peered it up and down slowly. If anyone was there, he hadn’t seen them. He didn’t have too much luck finding a bathroom – it didn’t help that he couldn’t seem to walk in a straight line – and sweat was starting to drip off his hair steadily. He managed to make it into a bigger looking room that had someone else slowly waking up. He didn’t know if he should have been worried that she was in here too or relieved. He leaned against the rooms closest wall to prevent himself from falling to the floor.

The girl had long flowing dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders, she looked just as chipper as he assumed he looked. “Hello darling, I can’t tell you. I was taking a bit of a stroll after we were assigned our cabins and woke up here, which is obviously not mine. I assume it isn’t yours either.” He tried his best not to slither down the wall that he was relying on to keep him up.

“I’d fancy a tall glass of water right about now.” Something felt different inside him as he said these words, he shook his head, clearly the fever was making him a tosser. He put his hands in his pockets just to find a bag full of something small. How hadn’t he noticed that before? He pulled that small bag out and observed it’s contents, Rhys let out a chuckle “well whatever I was doing I must’ve been acting like a complete nutter.” He held up a bag of gummy bears in only one color, red.“Normally I don’t have a sweet tooth, but I find myself a bit famished.” He pulled out one of the squishy bears and slowly slid it into his mouth. He stuck out the bag to the girl “Want one?” he gave her a warm smile that hopefully conveyed that she could trust him.

[underwater kitty.]

⭐️ ＡＬＥＸＩＳ ＰＡＲＫＥＲ！！
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alexis sat on the bed blinking slowly, attempting to aid her blurred vision. suddenly she spotted a figure emerging from the hallway. she took one last hard blink and managed to clear her vision enough to make out the figure, he was tall and had brown hair and had a bit of a scruff. his face felt familiar, she’d probably seen him around the camp a few times, felt overwhelmed by the fact she thought he was attractive and walked the other way.

he spoke, replying to he question she asked a little earlier ’how weird? i have no memory of this entire day and this is definitely not my cabin.’ she looked around the cabin once more, it seemed a little familiar because most of the cabins looked the same but there were no personal belongings in there causing her to believe it was just one of the spares. she was distracted from these thoughts by rhys speaking once again, this time about water. she was so thirsty that she could barely swallow or get her words out ’i think there should be some under the bed.’she said slowly reaching under the bed to avoid collapsing. she grabbed two plastic bottles from their case and handed one to rhys. a few weeks back she’d put a few spare cases of water under the beds in the spare cabins so she could come grab one whilst she’s working to avoid having to walk all the way back to the dining hall.

she used all the strength she had left to twist the cap, her arm shaking heavily. she managed to eventually pull it off and downed the entire bottle in under 20 seconds. she took a deep breath and then let out a small sigh of relief. she heard rustling coming from rhys pocket and looked over, he revealed a bag of gummy bears. she showed a smile, finding it a little funny for some reason. he offered her one with a smile, she reached into the bag and took one, popping it into her mouth. ’thank you.’ she said with a smile ’my names alexis by the way, what’s yours?’ she asked, figuring she should get the name of the kind boy who she was enjoying gummy bears with.

[senna_]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐉𝐈 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌
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Marji found herself slumping in the chair, twisting her body so that one of her legs was draped over the right arm of the chair she found herself in. She was still fanning herself, her wrist lazily flicking up and down as a sad amount of breeze drifted towards her warm face. She no doubt looked awful; she felt awful. Her forehead was warm, skin sticky with sweat, and she simply felt gross. The difference between herself and Delphine was, Delphine had always naturally had pale skin, so when looking at her, it was hard to determine if she was more pale than usual or not. At that moment in general, though, Marji was having a hard time forming even just a singular thought. It was almost as though she had the ability to curve the thought bubble and create its form, but it popped before she had a chance to thoroughly wrap her conscious mind around it. It was frustrating, and yet, Marji didn’t feel she had the strength to fight it.

“Do you think,” she continued, still in a lazy tone, “that if I took my shirt off right here, they’d throw me out of this camp or something? I’m dying, this heat is killer. Dude, how are you not sweating? I feel like that wicked witch.” She waved both of her hands around as she said that, almost as if that would summon a visual of the witch from The Wizard of Oz that she was talking about. She gave her friend an awkward hug, half awkward because she was sitting down and Del was up, and also because Marji was never a big hugger. Delphine was far more touchy than she was, and over time, she had learned to simply accept it and move on.

She brought a hand to her shirt and began to fan it out. “There’s no running water here, either,” she continued, her tone a groan, adding to her discomfort and overall frustration. “I was actually enjoying my time outside. God, of all days.” Her complaining died down as her dark brown eyes followed Delphine’s actions, watching as her friend combed her fingers through her long red hair. Her voice was croaky, unfamiliar, and it seemed like that was what Marji needed to snap out of whatever it was she was struggling with. “Okay, let’s go get you some water,” she decided, pushing herself up to her feet with a small grunt. “You’ve got to be dehydrated; we both gotta be. There’s no way in hell your hair would be glowing. We’re not in Tangled.”

She stopped once more to closely observe Delphine, taking in the sight of her rosy cheeks and unusual dullness in her blue eyes. “Girl, when’s the last time you’ve eaten? You look like you haven’t had a bite to eat in days.” Marji reached forward to put her hand on Delphine’s back in order to direct her, and also for support on her end, but quite literally jumped backwards at the burning heat that was radiating off of her shirt. “You’re burning up.” She meant it literally, too; Delphine felt like she was on fire. “You sure you’re okay? Let’s go see if they have those things… the rain barrels. Maybe you can soak your arms in that or something, because you’re way too hot right now.” She brushed back her own hair, feeling unusually relieved that she wasn’t as warm as Delphine was, then gestured in front of her. “You good to walk or anything? I’m seriously concerned.” Although, by the way her hair and rest of her body seemed to have a faint glow to it from Marji's eyes, Marji knew she wasn't doing too good either. But this seemed far more important.

[senna_]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐒
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It was true, that Bastian didn’t exactly expect one thing or another to come from the girl he had just collided with, but he had to admit, he was momentarily taken aback by her boldness, which sprung from her lips the very second she opened her mouth. He felt horrible, and awfully embarrassed by his clumsiness, even if he had only just brushed her arm; he supposed the woozy feeling he was currently battling with wasn’t helping, as it seemed his comprehension skills were only worsening by the second. It was so difficult to push aside, in fact, that for a fleeting moment, Bash rather dumbly stared at her, directing his focus on her lips, which were the only thing moving. The sound of her words seemed to follow a few milliseconds later. His dark eyes snapped open, the sheepish smile not even getting a chance to leave for a second. “Sorry,” he said yet again, still very well aware of the hammering heartbeat within his chest. “You’re lucky I’m not a big guy, then; have you seen the head of the group? He’d probably be able to trample even myself.” Like the girl, though, Bash knew there were more serious things to discuss, and he clamped his dry lips shut until he was confident all the unnecessary comments had dissolved against his tongue.

When she introduced himself, Bastian raised his chin. It was a slight action, enough for her to know that he had heard exactly what she had said, but wasn’t extremely noticeable from afar. “And you can call me Bash for short,” he returned, swiping his very likely clammy hand against the fabric of his pants before closing his hand around hers for a handshake, silently praying he wasn’t too sweaty. “What project have you been assigned? We’ve never worked together before, right? I’ve been in the kitchen.” Now, he realized, was not the time for casual chitchat like this. Bash had a tendency to ramble when under pressure, or simply stressed in general, but he did want answers. He couldn’t remember how he got here, after all. Had someone carried him? Dragged him? He didn’t know which was worse; both seemed horrifyingly embarrassing. Had he managed to stumble here himself, with some support from another? He almost felt ashamed for not remembering something like that.

Her sudden outburst came as a shock to Bash, who physically stepped back with raised brows at her accusing tone. “’Course not!” he quickly defended himself, hands up by his chest to prove his innocence. “That is very cool that you are into photography, though. I’ll help you find it, I will.” He didn’t know her well, but something deep inside told him that he would. Besides, even from that one sentence, Bastian could tell that camera meant a lot to her. It was the least he could do, after interrupting her so abruptly. “I don’t remember how I ended up here,” he answered her, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. “I think I had passed out, to be honest. The heat was excruciating. I hope the same didn’t happen to you! I do think it’s weird none of the head members are here… Unless they are, and I just don’t recognize them.” That seemed unlikely, though, for Bastian had always been good with faces. Besides, if one of them were here, everyone would likely know how they ended up here in the first place. “You also woke up? Weird.” He pressed his lips together, a habit he had picked up while in thought, and glanced around. “Everyone looks horrible. We should get some water. It’s that way,” he added almost immediately, his hand immediately pointing in a new direction. Alarm surged through him upon realizing how quickly he had figured that out, especially given the fact that up until the moment he spoke, Bash had not known where the water bottles were stored. He tried to brush it off, feeling unusually weirded out by his own actions. It died off quickly at the feeling of Ari’s hand against his arm, and his gaze lifted to meet hers. “I have a feeling I’m going to like you, Ari,” he told her in a matter-of-fact tone. “I like your attitude.” He paused, swiping his gaze around the crowded room once more before allowing his eyes to settle on her. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need fresh air or anything?”

[poppyxoxo]

| 25 | female | she/her | Kagutsuchi | location: guest cabin | mentions: x | tags: Marji |

Delphine's body felt stiff and uncomfortable and although she could physically feel her limbs, there was an inner part of herself that physically couldn't move no matter how much she tried to will herself. Luckily this only lasted a few minutes and from then on she felt like she had control to move freely. She felt inwardly warm but it wasn't uncomfortable but it felt strange... comforting in a way and although this place wasn't the coolest location on earth no doubt, she probably wouldn't have noticed even if it was cold. 'What's that about?' she thought to herself, forcing her eyes to stay open.

"You know what? Put them in this place and see how they go. I say you fully commit to it and just rip it off, you know?" Delphine played along and just for the added effect she shot her friend a wink. Delphine could not get what everyone was talking about, this heat felt somewhat normal to her. She never had been a warm person, due to iron problems, but ever since that current moment, she felt at a normal temperature. According to everyone else though, it must have been increasingly warm. The more she thought about it, the stranger it became. Delphine stood up on wobbly legs and made her way over towards her sitting friend. Delphine knew her friend didn't like hugs, especially now that Marji stated she felt sweaty, so she made the moment quick. She was just happy that she wasn't alone and that she was there.

"There's no running water??" Delphine echoed her friend's statement but with similar annoyance, her voice peaking in strength despite how rundown she felt. While she was talking to the brunette, she ran her fingers through her hair, watching it on her fingers as it glowed, moving and shining in between her fingers. "I think because my hair is so dry because I'm a redhead all of my sweat has been absorbed into it and that's why it's glowing. Something like that. Although I totally don't think that I could deal with an evil adoptive mother right now" the young woman replied weakly although she made an effort for her slight chuckle to be heard.

"Let's find you some type of water. I can't have you passing out on me. Not today. Not any day for that matter" Delphine stated in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving no room for her friend to detest. "I-I think I'm fine. I feel a bit sluggish like I have a fever without actually being able to feel the heat". Her tone had once more increased in pitch because she was increasingly becoming worried as to whether she was dreaming. "What's wrong with me? I seriously don't feel hot".

[*Lovel*]

Ariadne Cole
❝Spare the sympathy❞
gender; Female age; 25 Host to; Inari ethnicity; Caucasian sexuality; Bisexual
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indentationAriadne couldn’t help but notice his eyes were glued to her lips as she spoke, she tried her best not to think of it but without success. Did she have something on them? Was there drool from her unwarranted nap and she hadn’t noticed? The embarrassment gave her butterflies but on the outside she just smirked. She bit her lip in thought as she recalled the towering man that oversaw the rag tag group. “Yeah, definitely a giant in my books took note not to run into him in a dark alley, even though I think I could take him down.” A smirked played on her lips. A comfortable silence hung in the air just for a moment as they seemingly collected themselves.

Ari took hold of his slightly warm hand – it contrasted nicely with her naturally cold one – and gave it a firm shake. Her father always told her people judge you on your handshake. She wondered a moment about what Bash thought of hers. “Bash” she let his name ring in the space for a second before continuing “I like that, it rolls off the tongue quite nicely.” She thought a moment on what she had been assigned “maintenance, whatever that means. But I think they plan on putting me elsewhere. Kitchens would be nice. I’m a decent cook, even better baker.” She looked at her hand that had stayed comfortably in his for the duration of her small explanation and she cleared her throat softly as she let his hand free.

Ariadne almost chuckled as he stepped back, she didn’t believe she was intimidating in the least with her size. “Well, my mother gave it to me before she … before she…” her eyes went to the floor momentarily before meeting his again. “My mother gave it to me as a gift. Plus, I do use it for work, I’m a nature photographer. I absolutely love what I do. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like capturing beautiful moments of the world through a lens.” She could go on and on about photography, but he probably didn’t want to hear her talk about it all day long. Especially with their current situation at hand.

She was thankful when they got back to the topic at hand, she pondered on his answer for a moment. Was it simply just them passing out because of the heat? “If we passed out because of the heat why not put us in our own cabins? Why shove us all in a spare?” she thought out loud. He was right none of the heads were there either. “Do you think the heads are testing us or doing some lame hazing thing?” neither made much sense but she couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation.

Ari glanced around at the faces nearby and Bash wasn’t wrong, the others looked horrible. Some were sweating buckets and others looked like they were grimacing in their slumber, she frowned at the state of them. “Water, right.” she didn’t fully register his words until a moment later as she thought about how she was lucky to only have a headache. “Wait, how do you know where the water is in here? Did they tell us that and I missed it?” to be fair she did zone out during most of the intro speech, so it was in the realm of possibility that it was said, and she just totally missed it. Her hand went to her throat as the realization that her throat was extremely dry registered.

Her cheeks became hot with his kind words “I think we are going to get along great too.” she mentally slapped herself as a small smile formed on her lips. That was really the best she could come up with? Ari’s eyes shifted to the window “fresh air would be nice; this has been quite a lot.” her eyes traveled back to him scanning him over, would he be ok enough to walk? Without much thought her arm slid and looped onto the crook of his elbow, the hold familiar to how she’d walk with others.

[*Lovel*]

Rhys Grant
❝hold me deep beneath your waves❞
gender; male age; 24 Host to; Eros ethnicity; British sexuality; Demisexual
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indentationRhys eyed her quizzically “no memory oi?” he looked around the cabin also for anything that may spark his own memory of the events that led him there. He almost came up short if it wasn’t for a sole painting of a boat in treacherous waters. He recalled every little detail of it like he looked at it for hours studying every intricate brush stroke although he’d never been in this cabin let alone this room before.

The girls mention of water tore his thoughts away from the painting. She was handing him a bottle and Rhys made his way over to her slowly as if he was navigating a mine field. With a shaky hand he reached for the bottle, it took him a few tries, but he finally grabbed hold of it. For a moment he just stared at the bottle like it was gods gift to him. “A haven sent you are” he said to Alexis finally before struggling to open the bottle, drinking it in one breath. The cold liquid went smoothly down his throat soothing it but not releasing him from the relentless heat he felt.

He was happy that he was able to at least make the girl smile. Rhys watched as she pooped the red delicacy into her mouth. He nodded as your welcome. “My name is Rhys, I help with groundskeeping.” He wasn’t sure what that meant as far as a job or if it was even important, but it was one of the last things he could recall. He popped another bear into his mouth before falling back onto the bed. He was exhausted and his body ached like he’d been run over by a truck. “Sorry for my poor state, I don’t normally look like this. I figure I’ve got a proper fever of sorts.” His eyes fluttered closed as if the effort to keep them open was too much.

[migi]

𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯xx─── ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘴' 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵.

xxx╰ location ── guest cabin. tags ── ryuji. mentions ── n/a.

xxixxBreathing in a deep sigh, Einion rolled over to find that the bed did not currently feel more comfortable simply due to being too awake. He had been laying there for what seemed to be five hours but was most likely just one or two, unsure of how he had found himself in such a state. He knew that rest would help but he was now unable to do so. He was too worried and confused. Clasping his head tightly with his right arm, Einion sat up, disappointed at his lack of memory. The only solution he could come up with was that he must have blacked out on the way back to his cabin from the workshop because he found himself wrapped up in a blanket, in the guest cabin, and he could feel the extra pressure of a bandage wrapped tightly around his wrist fighting against him as he tried to move. Pondering at the bandage for a moment, he winced; pain searing up the length of his left forearm. Perhaps he has injured himself in the workshop and fallen? Perhaps he had slipped and placed his arm out to catch himself resulting in the wrist bandage?

xxixx Suddenly, it dawned on him. He would have to thank the person who had patched him up and brought him to the guest cabin as it would not have been an easy feat as he was quite a large man, standing at 191cm which roughly converted to 6'3''. Not to mention, he spent most of his day building and thus had a decent amount of muscle mass to him. Letting out a soft noise of complaint he positioned himself on the bed, his legs slung over the side and feet touching the ground. He was not convinced he would be stable enough to actually stand considering he had a decent amount of joint pain so he decided to just sit there for a while and allow his body to adjust. This reminded him of the all-nighters he pulled at university and how horrid he felt afterwards. Sure, the coursework would be finished but the toll it had on your body was horrific. After five minutes, Einion decided he should probably have a look around to sus out what was actually going on. Perhaps he could find the person who helped him back to the cabin and get some answers from them.

xxixx Turning his head to gain a better perspective of the room, Einion noticed he was not alone in the room but rather there was a person splayed out on the ground. That was rather odd. They moved whilst clutching their head and Einion felt a pang of empathy. He knew this person ─ Ryuji, they had been with him on this Laos excursion, despite that, they hadn't talked much. Ignoring his own pain, he collected himself and stood up making his way over. "Need a hand?"

[senna_]

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