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[ooc: SO THEY ARE fighting for real. if your character wants to try to break it up, watch out, they're vampire and werewolf (though the cliffhanger moment i think someone could talk sense into Ethan rlkj;ea). also all the furniture/the bar/the alcohol on the deck and stuff is gonna be a bit destroyed for awhile. SORRY ABOUT THAT. someone should try to make them clean it up lol]

This has been building for awhile. Honestly, it's been building since Chicago, but being on this ship with Damon's constant jabs and comments (calling him wolfboy over and over again when there's nothing Ethan hates more than the werewolf inside of himself) and the knowing that Ethan not only fell out of a Rift after Elena when it was Damon that chose to go with her (and he hasn't seen her in decades, DECADES before now) and the knowing that they're in a relationship-- And part of always be in love with Elena even if she is his best friend first (and that dynamic can take over), Damon has always been in love with her too.

They end up on the deck alone together, and it doesn't take long to build into violence because it has been building for a long, long time. Ethan, for his part, tries to walk on by, ignoring Damon, but Damon starts in with the jabs and Ethan has a temper that he is no longer avoiding. He's done the worst as a werewolf. What more is there to avoid about it?

"I think I'm just going to have to remind you that I'm the one that was in that car with her that day." Damon is trying for the sarcasm but it's coming out sharp, angry. "Not you. You were perfectly good with walking away."

It's been building, and there's a certain level of too sharp, too real hurt when it comes to that particular accusation, and it's why the words come out in a shout, with bite. "I WAS COMING BACK."

"But you still thought you'd be good with WALKING away in the first place, didn't you? You left, and I stayed and I am always going to stay with her. I am always going to choose her like I always have, and that's not something you can say, wolfboy."

"Yes, because your obsessive fucking STALKER levels is something to wave around like a fucking flag." Ethan's hands become fists hard. The whole of him is shaking with rage and the need for violence. "Elena and I are together. She doesn't choose you, and it's her choice that is relevant here. Not yours. I understand that that is something you struggle to handle, but that never gives you the excuse to act like a jackass to me or to her. Do you understand? You need to back off or believe me, I. will. make. you."

And everything that Ethan is saying is striking a really, really hard nerve inside of Damon. The anger is growing and growing and so is the hurt, but he somehow manages to smirk (because if anyone is going to throw the first blow here, it's going to be her precious better man than Damon could ever be). He is used to burying down so much pain, and the smirk slides a bit further, something half sadistic in it. "Did you know Elena and I were together New Year's Eve? On my desk? It was really, really hot. Threw all of the things off of the desk, went wild. Y'know, now that I think about it, funny enough that was during the time you were once again strangely comfortable with walking directly out of her life--"

It is impossible to describe Ethan's reaction, because Elena and Ethan tell each other everything (almost everything, there are some things they were still working to tell each other, and it's true-- it's true that he wasn't-- it's something he regrets and guilt that he lives with every single day because the absence of Elena in his life is something he cannot--). There's a moment that it takes before it processes like he can't really wrap his head around the fact that this dickhead asshole and Elena actually-- And then it hits suddenly with visuals along with the grief and the guilt and the rage for Damon unlike he has ever fucking known it before.

Ethan lets out a noise of rage that hardly sounds human (and he's not really at the end of the day) and everything goes red all at once because he's picturing it and it's true that he wasn't there for fucking-- he wasn't there for her, and he lunges at him with both of his hands up, knocking him back so hard into the bar that they crash it open, breaking down the side of the wall completely as Damon hurdles back into the shelves of alcohol that all come crashing down on top of the both of them. Damon mutters a Finally before he shoves himself forward back at Ethan, fists are flying from both sides, and they're both bloody and furniture near by is getting broken in half or knocked to pieces along the way.

Neither one of them is really getting a leg up on the other. The rage and emotion inside of the both of them is intensely strong, and while Damon is much, much older than Ethan, Ethan's father made him and his brother to be stronger, faster than the average werewolf. It's not long at all until most of the deck has seen the results of this destruction (the furniture overturned or broken, bar broken, alcohol shattered), and Ethan manages to get that last punch in that has Damon sprawling backwards. The rage is still in every portion of his body (werewolves have so much rage, Ethan has had so much rage of his own, one and the same).

He reaches down gripping hold of Damon by the shirt and hauling him up violently against the railing (they're both bloody with bits of glass in them) as he shakes with that rage, intent on throwing him off the ship entirely at this point, because Ethan isn't exactly checking his strength. And that part inside of him that is violence and rage has clicked on.

If someone doesn't stop him, Damon is going straight into the water. Oops.

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You know what Elena Gilbert isn't here for?

She isn't here for this kind of bullshit, is what she isn't here for. After years of tragedies, rift shenanigans, and all around distressing situations, she is about done with these kinds of self-sabotaging stunts involving male wounded egos. Far be it for her to expect two grown men to act like two grown men.

... That said, she doesn't want to see anyone fall over board, much less be killed; regardless of her feelings on the situation, she loves the two men in question, albeit in very different ways. Part of her just knew it would be them. She has been trying to keep the peace and making sure things remain as smooth as possible, but this is Damon and this is Ethan and it might've been asking for too much.

As soon as she hears the commotion, she races up the stairs leading to the upper deck of the ship. She goes as fast as her legs will take her, only coming to an abrupt, screeching halt once pieces of shattered glass crunch underneath her boots. She lets out a disbelieving, sharp breath as she lifts her gaze back up and surveys the wreckage of whatever is left of the deck, before her eyes land on the two of them hovering near the railing. Her heart leaps to her throat, the emotion clenching tightly in her chest as she moves toward them.

"Ethan, stop!" she calls out; she has no idea what happened between them or what was said. In this particular moment, that isn't what matters to her. "Put him down. We don't know what happens if anyone goes overboard. Please."

Edited 2014-04-27 21:26 (UTC)

Someone is slow clapping from behind both of the brawling supernaturals. Perched on the opposite railing is a face that's at least familiar to one of these unruly gentlemen, amused by this display in spite of her frustration with her sudden situation. Finding oneself corporeal again and free from the ties that bound her to the Other Side would be better if she hadn't just come to terms with her fate and was awaiting the moment until she found peace so she could reunite once more with her mother in a better, brighter place.

The ship's brighter, but she wouldn't necessarily call it better. A bit more crowded, that's for sure.

"Oh, don't mind me. Continue! I'm enjoying this."

Ethan has his fists tightly locked around Damon's shirt. They're both really bloody, and Damon is nearly half way off the railing. If he let go now, he would fall off the side, and no one knows what happens if someone falls off the side of the ship. Not that Ethan is thinking of any of those things now, he is shaking with rage, which he is trying to swallow down and failing to do just that. Every muscle in his body is tense with that violence and anger, and then-- Then there's Elena's voice, calling out to him. She will always, always reach him. No matter what else is going on so even though he is trembling with rage and violence, he hears her voice.

He hears every single word that she says. It's Elena. It's Elena.

Ethan freezes where he's standing there with Damon pressed up against the railing. It seems like he realizes it all at once, finally processes what he's seconds away from doing. Damon is going to fall into the water. He is seconds away from being the one to throw him overboard, and they don't know. Ethan doesn't actually want to throw Damon overboard because of what it would mean for Elena, which is why as soon as he realizes it despite the rage and violence still pouring through him, he stops.

He pulls Damon back on to the deck and drops him unceremoniously on to the wood there. They're surrounded in glass, and there's blood all over the place. It's a literal mess, and he can't find it in himself to care about that just yet or to actually say any words or look at her. Just yet. His jaw is still locked, and he looks like he is fucking seconds away from going after Damon again. But he's angry at himself too, he's just angry.

There is some terrible masochistic, sadistic part of him that half wants Ethan to throw him off the deck, because then-- then would Elena forgive him? That would be one incredibly easy to create trouble in paradise, wouldn't it? So there's this look on his bloody face as Ethan lifts him up that practically screams at him to Do it.

Throw him over.

Then Elena interrupts and well, here he is on the floor of the deck instead of crashing into the water (all the bones breaking). Damon swallows thickly through all that anger as his wounds start to heal. Vampire thing. Ethan's will take much longer. Oops.

"Hi Elena. Nice of you to join the party," Damon says from his spot, and despite the attempt at sarcasm, there's an underlying anger to his tone still too as he looks back up at Ethan.

She doesn't choose you.

No one ever does.

It's the sound of the clapping that makes Ethan realize... they're not alone, and more than that, it makes him realize he's seconds away from throwing Damon overboard. As much as he may really, really want to at the moment, he knows Elena loves him and he is not going to potentially kill someone that she loves. He is also not quite ready to put him down either so Ethan just kind of grips hold of him there as his jaw locks, and he lifts up his fist to punch him in the face before he tosses him back on to the deck instead.

Where Damon lands unceremoniously.

Relief floods her as soon as Ethan puts Damon down.

She doesn't have to know the details to understand the bare bones of what happened. It doesn't escape her notice this shortly follows Damon and Elena's own conversation in which she told him she and Ethan were together. It also doesn't escape her notice Damon is Damon - he lashes out, he hurts people and he hurts himself, and maybe it was too much to hope that it was ever going to be different than that. (She isn't used to seeing Ethan's angry side, but they've talked about that, as well.)

Elena can see Damon's wounds are already starting to heal whereas Ethan's are not. She moves over to Ethan's side, placing a hand gingerly on his arm, eyes drawn to the blood all over him. The blood all over Damon, whether he is healing or not. There's accusation in her expression, laced with anger but most of all hurt.

"What are you doing?" she asks with recrimination.

It's hard to know who she is addressing right now. THE LIKELIEST POSSIBILITY IS ITS BOTH.

Damon might have dodged that punch if he hadn't been staring at the ghost at the other side of the railing. He never exactly made it to that time in Mystic Falls where all the dead people started appearing so he isn't used to seeing ghosts. However, he was there when Anna died. He watched as John killed her.

He's about to say something about the fact when Ethan punches him in the jaw and then tosses him back on to the deck.

Damon grimaces, shooting daggers back at the werewolf before he looks up at Anna from his spot on the deck, sliding a hand over his jaw. "...I thought you were dead."

Oh, someone will stop him. This fight will now be plus one Salvatore because from the bits of the fight that Stefan could pick up, Damon probably deserves it and he also doesn't necessarily realize it's Ethan, but by the time he rounds the corner, Damon's against the edge of the railing and his panic kicks in before anything else.

There's a burst of vampire speed, and he's shoving Ethan back with one hand while grabbing hold of Damon with the other. He doesn't plan on following through with the fight any further than that, but that doesn't necessarily mean much when you're dealing with an angry werewolf.

Or an angry vampire for that matter.

Regardless, Stefan is wedging himself between them, planning on being that hard line if nothing else, when he sees exactly who it is that he shoved and he frowns. "Ethan?"

He hasn't seen the werewolf since the Ball which feels like ages ago now, and he never really knew the man. He knows that he and Elena are together but he hasn't actually seen it for himself. But once he manages to put two and two together, he rolls his eyes.

"Do you ever get tired of instigating Elena's boyfriends?" He turns to face his brother. "I think you need a new hobby."

Damon pushes himself up to his feet slowly, sliding his hand behind his neck as he grimaces. If he hears the hurt in Elena's voice, he doesn't acknowledge it. This is what he does when he's hurt, when he's angry. Damon lashes out, and he has been hurt long before he knew the truth of this place (he was alone for decades, he was alone in a terrible place and it was no less than he deserved, but then this-- he didn't choose to go with her, but he still got to end up there while Damon was alone for decades.

it was Damon that went in that car with her. It's Damon that has made that choice every single time).

There's never enough growth to stop him from being a terrible person. rows quite enough to stop being damaging, self sabotaging (and he never will, and he has always known that the things that he wants are not meant for the likes of him, he'd destroy them if he ever got them).

"Having fun, bonding," he says with sarcasm dripping off of each word, and his gaze meets Ethan's as they stand there, something almost threatening for a second before he looks over at Elena with a smirk (that self sabotaging smirk that she'll recognize immediately). "Discussing the past. I must have said something that struck a nerve."

Ethan does hear the hurt in Elena's voice, and it makes his chest ache with it, but he can't calm the rage and the violence (and the guilt and the grief and the hurt and the regret and the fucking visuals that Damon put in his head that he can't get out of it). He's still trembling with it all as he stands there with muscles tense all over, and his jaw locks so hard that he is certain it is half certain it is going to crack. It's hard to breathe.

He can't even feel the pain of all the parts of him that are bleeding (and the parts that may be broken now for all he knows, they went at each other hard, and he knows he heard bones crack, Damon's healing so much faster than him and that makes Ethan even angrier). Ethan wants to make him bleed again and leave him fucking bleeding-- tear him apart with it.

It's Elena's hand against his arm that stops him. It's the hurt in her voice, and his eyes burn with that emotion and that rage and he can't swallow it. And he still can't find any words like his voice has been swallowed up. He isn't even sorry about doing this even if he knows he should be. He is fucking tired of being treated like shit by Damon.

He knows what Damon is doing, trying to show that it was Ethan that started it like that somehow makes him better in all this. Maybe it does. Ethan doesn't give a fuck.

There are the words.

"And I attacked him."

He can own it.

Ethan has lost almost all awareness about where he is or the fact that other people could be around. He saw nothing but that flash of red and rage so when there's suddenly someone between them. It's enough to take him completely by surprise even if he still really, really wants to hurt Damon. There aren't words for how much he needs to do violence upon Damon right about now (and fucking always, this has been years of watching this asshole get away with--)

He falls back when Stefan shoves him, and a part of him that's beyond himself is already fighting to get back at Damon even as Stefan has hold of him. He just wants to hit him a few more fucking times, which is why he's already rushing back until he hears his name and he blinks... stares.

Suddenly stopping where he's standing, swallowing.

"Stefan."

Damon should have known that somehow Stefan would be the one to hear and intervene. His little brother (even younger now given all of Damon's time spent in that other world, decades of it without Elena or his brother, the whole of that world which was the closest thing he ever had to a home destroyed and decades behind him)--

His little brother always has a habit of saving his life even when Damon isn't all that concerned with being saved.

"No, I find it highly entertaining actually, and I usually have a really good point that I'm trying to make, which I think I did," Damon says with a smirk like now, it is absolutely true that Ethan has failed to be with Elena, failed to choose her again and again. He's abandoned her at least twice for long periods of time. Ethan wasn't with her at the end of the world. Damon was. It was supposed to be him with her in a new universe and not Damon with his decades alone.

"Otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry that he felt the need to attack me."

As soon as Elena sees the threat in Damon's expression, however fleeting, she places herself directly in between them; her hands extend at either of her sides to keep them as far away from each other as possible. She is determined to keep this from escalating any further, and she is vigilant of every movement, every word. It's why, when Damon mentions striking a nerve when dredging up the past, Elena immediately grows still, as though something has struck her.

The flame rises to her cheeks. She doesn't need to ask for an elaboration. She knows what he is talking about. Her eyes close briefly, her jaw already setting, and when she opens, she doesn't mask the fury or the betrayal that crosses her features. Whether he acknowledges the hurt or not, he is going to see it. Growth or not, this is still Damon.

He isn't snapping her brother's neck but he's still doing something that hurts her. If Ethan was ever to find out about that night, it was supposed to be through Elena, but once again, Damon has made the decision for the both of them.

The truth is she has nothing to feel bad about, so she refuses to. Elena was single during her whole stay in Chicago, and she was free to do what she pleased - free to learn from her mistakes and free to own them, as well. She has felt bad and guilty for things that are her fault and for things that are not her fault for far too long. She isn't seventeen, this isn't her bedroom, and she isn't holding her dead brother in her arms. She is standing and she is facing him - facing her own choices - and she is not letting him get away with it.

"Are you done?" she asks flatly. Yes, she is speaking to both of them still.

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Damon sees it all. He knows her so incredibly well after all, and he reads everything that she is saying in her expression. Damon sees the way the flame rises up to her cheek, the way she understands even before that anyone has elaborated exactly what he had mentioned to Ethan. It wasn't mentioned to him in an attempt to make her feel bad when it came out (it would hurt him if she did feel bad about it even if he is perfectly aware of why he would be someone she'd be ashamed to have made out with). It was mentioned because he knew it would bother Ethan to think about, because it was one more time Ethan wasn't around and one more time where Damon was and they are so, so much closer than Ethan realizes. He's lashing out, trying to grab hold of what-- trying to grab hold of what he never had to start with.

What he can never have not with Elena, not with anyone, because of who and what he is. He is a terrible, damaging thing who doesn't know how to love.

Damon sees it all. He sees the betrayal and the fury both of them crossing over her face (and yes, he sees the hurt too and it hurts like every single time he sabotages himself, like every single time he destroys what he wants, the relationships that he has with people that he loves.

He will never stop destroying.)

And it's been decades, but he's ruined this in the shortest of times, hasn't he?

Damon meets her gaze, and he doesn't look away even with the strength of all his emotions (upset and anger and hurt and loneliness). and I don't get hurt. This is not the Elena she was when they first fell through into Chicago. She's changed and grown (and he will never grow enough).

His voice is low when he speaks, "Yes."

Ethan is angry at himself and at Damon, but he would be very proud to know that Elena doesn't feel guilty, because he knows how much guilt she carries for things that she shouldn't (over the years, she's carried so, so much and it has weighed on her in terrible, painful ways) and she shouldn't feel guilty for this, for that night. They weren't together then at all. There's nothing to feel guilty about, and he's not angry that it happened. As much as he hates to visualize it and think of it in his head, he isn't angry about it. He's angry Damon said it as that should have come from Elena and not him, not like that, not with the reminder of how incredibly absent he had been from Elena's life during that time.

He can feel the guilt claw up at his chest. His eyes burn as he stands there, locking his jaw, breathing in sharply through that feeling in his chest that hurts and his leg that hurts. The pain is nothing in comparison to the many times that he has died so it's easy to ignore especially when the pain is nothing in comparison to the many feelings clawing and tearing inside of his chest like this. He can't breathe through it, through the anger and the violence and the pain and the guilt and the hatred that twists in his stomach all at once.

Elena has placed herself in between the two of them, and he never wanted to put her in that position where she felt like she had to, had to come between two men who are being violent with each other. He doesn't like his violence but it's his. His eyes burn, and his chest aches with it. Ethan can tell they're having some conversation even though they're not saying a single word out loud. He can tell by the way they're looking at each other (the last time he felt this small was--)

He does know how close they are. He was there at the ball when they said so much without saying a word out loud, when he watched them dance together. When he'd come over sometimes, Damon would be there, hanging out like he lived there. People mistook the two of them for boyfriend and girlfriend sometimes on the campus even if he didn't get it because every time he saw Damon, Damon was being an ass to someone. So he's never liked the guy, the ship made that worse though, the close quarters, Damon's reaction both to Ethan and Elena dating and to the fact that Ethan ended up with her in that other universe--

It's been a constant barrage, and he'd had enough. They've never really talked about Damon. Ethan and Elena. They've talked about so much, but never...

His voice is quiet when he speaks. "Yeah."

Anna could rise to Damon's defense, could use her age to her advantage in breaking up both men, but she doesn't much feel up to it. Why? Because she's seen Damon throw undeserving people under the proverbial bus more times than she can count. There was nothing better to do on the Other Side than watch. She stayed close to Jeremy for the most part, but sometimes she wandered, went looking for the others. She bore witness to Damon's selfishness, to his obsession with yet another doppelgänger after Katherine abandoned him and picked one brother over the other.

As far as she was concerned, Ethan handing his ass to him was karma finally kicking in.

"I was, but it's Mystic Falls." She hops off the railing and strolls closer. "You of all people should know people have a bad habit of actually staying dead in that town."

Ethan can see that the two of them know each other somehow. He doesn't know how but he's staying quiet from his spot by the railing, locking his jaw as he stands there, trying to catch his breath. Ethan is only staying long enough to make sure that the young woman will be okay though it seems like she's more than used to Damon and the way he is.

For his part, Damon is tilting his head, shaking it in response, because-- "I haven't been in Mystic Falls in a long, long time, and when I was there, the people who died stayed dead. You never saw them again."

Granted, he was not there ultimately very long. The last day he was there they'd saved Elena from being kidnapped, and he went into her room to make a confession that he would then compel her to forget. I can't be selfish with you, he'd said except he is. He's selfish with her all the time, and he knows he doesn't deserve her.

That he never could.

Hasn't been in Mystic Falls for a long, long time? That doesn't make sense to her. After the veil went back up, Anna hung around, watching and waiting, observing and commenting to the literal dead air around her that was incapable of responding or transferring her words to the living realm. Damon was there. She saw him. If it had been someone wearing a Damon mask, she would've known. She saw so much from the Other Side that people didn't usually see; she would've saw that, would've sensed it.

"You do when someone pulls down the veil between the real world and the Other Side. You can't tell me you don't remember that."

"You look like you can handle him so..." Ethan says quietly before he steps away from the both of them so he can be far from the thing that is causing him anger (namely, Damon).

Damon smiles at him, waving as he leaves. The smile is half a smirk because he is that much of a jackass. Then he looks back at Anna, lifting an eyebrow. Well, the more that he hears about the future of Mystic Falls, the more he's grateful that he got out of it even if there was no choice in that.

"Didn't happen to me. This ship pulls people out from different times and different universes, and shortly after you died, I landed in Chicago and never saw Mystic Falls again." It was probably a few weeks or months after she died. "Not surprised to hear that town went even further to hell in a hand basket while I was away."

"Different times? What are you talking about?"

Anna's as familiar with science fiction as much as anyone who's picked up a book or turned on a television in the past century is, but while the supernatural is very much a reality, science fiction isn't. As much as some people would like science to trump the mystical, magic is real and science has yet to make the necessary breakthroughs to make all those things on Star Trek possible.

"I'm talking about the fact that I never saw ghosts in Mystic Falls, because I was in Chicago during that time. A rift, which is a break in space and time and universes, kidnapped me and Elena and a bunch of people. So the Damon that was there then isn't me."

Damon doesn't know how the science of it all works really, and the whole world ended up being destroyed in the end anyway. He just knows he has not been in Mystic Falls in a long time, and he didn't realize they'd added ghosts to the supernatural beings wandering around in it.

It makes sense, but then it doesn't — because things like this aren't supposed to make sense. It sounds like something off an episode of The Twilight Zone, even if most of her life sounds like it should belong on this as well. Vampires, witches, werewolves, curses, and ancient immortals? Sure. But time travel and pocket copies run off an trans-dimensional copy machine... That wasn't supposed to be the reality.

For a moment, Anna looks away, processing the possibilities as she watches Ethan retreat from them. She ought to feel bad that she drove the other man away with her direct addressing of Damon, but mostly she's disappointed the other guy didn't stick around to entertain her with another Damon ass-kicking.

"So you're what, some alternate timeline doppelgänger?"

No, there's no feeling bad at all. Ethan needed space from Damon or he would have tried kicking his ass again, which would have been entertaining but next time he might not have been able to keep himself from tossing Damon overboard. Ahem.

Damon lifts his eyebrows up at her.

"I'm Damon. Just not the one that made it to the ghost-y stuff. Have to say I'm really grateful for that. There are some people I'd prefer to stay dead." He's thinking of all the people that he killed.... which would be a lot. There's a tiny smirk in her direction. "You're not one of them."

Isn't he sweet?

"I don't know, I kind of like the sound of Doppelgänger Damon. Has a nice ironic ring to it."

Given his penchant for getting wrapped up in the lives of doppelgängers and subsequently falling for them. First Katherine, then Elena... Why girls with that face drew people in so easily was beyond her, especially when it came to Salvatore men, because both Stefan and Damon were hopelessly hooked on Jeremy's sister.

His comment surprises her. She remembers; he was down there that night, after the Gilbert Device was set off and she was taken. Anna thought they were all going to die that night, that nobody was going to get out alive – John had made sure she didn't, and the rest had presumably burned. She didn't her bearings on the Other Side until some time after that, didn't see how Damon had managed to make it out alive.

"Can't exactly say the same about you..." But begrudgingly, she admits, "Though I am glad that guy didn't beat you to a bloody pulp, even if you do kind of deserve it. What did you do to piss that guy off, anyway?"

"Ethan. Hi."

This totally isn't awkward at all.

And yes, Damon, Stefan is always going to continue to save your stupid butt, whether you like it or not - whether he should or not - because you are his brother and no one gets to actually kill you but him. Not that Stefan would ever actually kill him, but they're Salvatores. The sentiment says it all.

Stefan presses his lips into a thin line when Damon continues to talk, and he just ... sighs. Because really, Damon? Really?

"Why do I have a feeling your point was something along the lines of figuring out just how easily you could push his buttons?"

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this voice is so rusty. apologies for any butchering :x

omg no she is perfect

you are too kind <3

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