sonoftenebrae | College AU

[It's another day at The Caelesti University of Lucis, otherwise known as CU - Titan Campus. Caelesti University is widespread among Eos, having one campus in each of the world's nations and Gladiolus Amicitia eagerly applied and, upon acceptance, moved from his family home in Insomnia to the sprawling University.

It's his third year now and he's happily welcomed three of his closest friends to Titan Campus. Though none of them share classes, they all make time to hang out and today happens to be one of their designated 'goof off days' where Ignis reads a leisure book and pretends to scoff at Gladio and the others for doing something less wholesome. As it happens, Prompto's brought a frisbee to the quad and pretty soon Gladio makes a spectacle of himself as he dives and slides to catch all of the blond's wild tosses (Noct long since gave up the athletics to doze near Iggy).

The real reason for all the eyes is less the fancy frisbee catching and more the fact that Gladio had, at some point, lost his shirt. He's not paying attention to the looks, completely oblivious to how his muscular bronze torso draws stares of appreciation or how his tattoo looks alive when his arms stretch out to make a catch.

What he does notice is the way the frisbee he chases rapidly approaches someone sitting in an actual chair with an actual, little table.]

Heads up! [Gladio pushes himself forward and dives, managing to grip the flying disc before it collides with the small table. With his momentum still carrying him forward, he does his best to avoid the chair as he slides along the grass. Man, Prompto really needs to work on his aim.

Standing up, he dusts himself off and tries to shake the grass and dirt out of his hair. Some strands escape his fairly sloppy half-bun and stick to his neck and forehead, but Gladio's more interested in the innocent bystander he almost hit who looks familiar ... and gorgeous.]

Sorry about that. My friend's aim isn't the best. [Amber eyes search the form and face before him before the spark of recognition ignites.] Hey, I know you! You're the TA for my Advanced Ancient Eosian Lit class ... Ravus, right?

[He offers a sheepish yet friendly smile as he extends a hand. Gladio's never seen the man outside the classroom and is kicking himself for never noticing how hot his TA is.] I'm Gladio.

[It's telling of Ravus' priorities that when he hears the shouted warning, he throws himself protectively on his papers rather than trying to move out of the way. Between his attempt at shielding his work and the rush of air as the shirtless man goes sailing by, a few of the exams flutter off of the desk and land in the grass.

Ravus turns a death glare at the grinning student. Having barely averted the frisbee projectile does not excuse him and his friend from having thrown it in the first place...or for being so loud and carefree during midterms...or for not wearing a damned shirt. He ignores the hand and reaches to collect his papers before the wind blows them away. ~~Professor Highwind would never let him live it down if he lost a midterm because of some shirtless hu...idiot.~~]

You and your friend should be more careful where you throw that thing.

[He seizes the scattered exams and looks up at this 'Gladio'. Well...um...Nope, not looking at his pecs...not looking at the rippling tattoo...not looking at the smile or at those eyes.... He ends up focusing on his nose. Ravus can look at that nose without having any thoughts inappropriate for a TA to have.]

The class roster is organized by surname. I don't know anyone's first names. [So if Gladio is expecting any recognition on the name, he's going to be disappointed.]

[Gladio's smile wanes a little when his hand is ignored, and he does his best to bite back a retort about the quad being the proper place for throwing 'that thing' around and definitely not being the proper place for doing ... whatever this guy is doing.

Seriously, who brings a real chair and a flimsy TV tray out here in order to work? The few students that are working just lie on the grass or on a blanket, or maybe on a camping chair or at one of the two picnic tables set up on the far end of the quad. So what is this guy's problem?] Yea, my friend's aim could use some improvement but at least you didn't get hit or knocked over. So there's your silver lining.

[Okay, there's some irritation in those words. But at least he isn't yelling. Or cursing.]

And my last name is Amicitia, if that'll jog your memory. Gladiolus Amicitia.

[His arms are now loosely crossed over his bare chest, hips canted to one side while the completely innocent frisbee dangles from his fingers. He's not about to offer his hand again after it being so thorougly ~~and rudely~~ ignored, but he can still attempt to extend an olive branch.]

M'sorry about almost hitting you and disruptin' whatever you're doing out here. It's nice to officially meet you though. [Another smile, just as warm and charming as the first.]

[That's stupidly optimistic, Ravus thinks, to count 'not being tackled' as a silver lining. ~~Although maybe being tackled by this one would not be such an imposition...~~

He clenches his teeth when he hears the name, because he does recognize it, and Amicitia is not a bad student. Not at all. Ravus wishes he was just a meathead, but...

...but Gladiolus is at the beginning of the alphabet, and those first few tests he grades always end up being a litmus test for those to follow. Ravus grades them all the same, but he pays extra attention to those first few. The last paper Gladiolus wrote about the old Eosian romances had been one of the few that hadn't send Ravus reaching for his red pen.

He sighs. Perhaps he is too quick in dismissing this guy.]

I suppose. Stopping by during office hours is preferable to attack by frisbee, if you want to introduce yourself to any more TAs.

[Gladio doesn't miss the way Ravus tightens his jaw the minute he says his last name and he frowns. His grades have been pretty good, he thinks, and none of his papers have received too much criticism or corrections so why does he get the feeling his TA is actually pissed off at him?

Whatever. Not his problem, no matter how beautiful the man is. He's never noticed the heterochromia or that Ravus' hair is actually almost white, the strands looking silkier in the sun than they ever have in the harsh lights of their classroom.

...Shit.]

Can't say I'm lookin' to meet any other TAs. [And there's the infamous Gladio charm again, slipping out anytime he feels even the slightest interest.]

Plus the syllabus only listed hours for Professor Highwind, not any for you. Or am I thinkin' of the wrong class?

The other TAs will be safer for it. [The thought of watching Gladiolus ~~literally~~ run into another grad student would absolutely piss Ravus off.]

We posted our office hours on Professor Highwind's door. [It was mandatory for Ravus and Loqi to have office hours for their sections of the classes, but Professor Highwind hadn't stopped them from the students jump through a hoop or two to get to them.]

The midterm and final study sessions are listed on the syllabus. [He adds defensively. Because he's not bad at his job, he just doesn't want to open himself up to the sob stories and seduction attempts of the freshman Intro to Lit students trying to retroactively get their grades boosted.]

[With his nose often buried in a book, Gladio hasn't really seen too much of the classroom's door. But he makes a mental note to look for this particular TA's office hours on the off-chance he needs help with an assignment ~~and not at all to find excuses to be alone with Ravus~~.]

Maybe I'll visit you during your office hours then. Make a proper introduction. [One without the almost-tackle.] And maybe to get your opinion on somethin' I'm writing - not for this class, so it won't be cheating.

[Gladio looks over his shoulder and sees his friends getting impatient in the distance. Plus that stack of papers isn't getting any shorter.] I should get goin'. And I'm sure you want to get those papers graded. [A far more flirtations smile now as he raises one eyebrow in interest.]

Any chance I can get my grade early if you've done mine?

[He's teasing, of course, but he can hardly resist making the joke.]

Do as you wish. [Having Gladiolus stop by during office hours would not be the worst. At least he wasn't an idiot, and he actually read the texts assigned, unlike some of the intro students.

He stiffens at Gladiolus' joke, though. A reminder that he should not be friendly with the students in his classes.]

Grades will be posted next week. You'll get your results when everyone else does.

[He sits back down in his chair and picks his pen back up, clearly dismissive.]

[After his joke goes over like a lead balloon, Gladio simply raises his hands in a gesture of apology.]

Guess I shouldn't joke around with you. [If his voice reflects that he's taken aback by the abrupt shift, so be it. Maybe Ravus should take the stick out of his ass ~~and maybe Gladio wants to replace it with something better~~.

Without another word or a parting smile, he spins on his heel and jogs to his friends - he'll have to find a better place to help Prompto with his aim, but at least he'll be able to casually mention how hot his TA is without worry of said TA overhearing.

Gladio spends the rest of the too-short weekend steadfastly not thinking about his gorgeous TA and definitely not using his friends as sounding boards for what to say to the man next class and fighting about if he should at least say "hello" or if he shouldn't say anything to Ravus until office hours.

Nope. Not completely confident Gladiolus Amicitia. No chance.

And all of that non-existent sound-boarding has nothing to do with why Gladio comes early to the next lecture, where any passers by will see him looking intently at the sheet taped to the innocuous wooden door of the lecture hall and scribbling something in ... an actual planner. An actual planner that, upon closer inspection, is fairly meticulously filled out with varying assignment due dates, important business dealings he'll have to attend in lieu of classes, upcoming exam dates, and a workout schedule.

One spare section of a page is now devoted to the office hours of one Ravus Nox Fleuret, as well as the TA's school email and office phone number.

Task completed, Gladio sits in front of the empty lecture hall and pulls out a World Mythology textbook, immediately losing himself to the legends of old as he waits for Professor Highwind and Ravus to unlock the room.]

[Ravus walks into to the lecture hall ten minutes before the class is scheduled to begin. He's got a messenger bag full of notes and graded papers slung over his shoulder and a can of Ebony in hand. Professor Highwind will roll in a minute before the lecture is supposed to start, so it's Ravus' job to switch on the projector so it can be booting up, plug in the jump drive with the day's powerpoint, and organize the graded papers at the front of the classroom into organized piles divided up alphabetically.

So he doesn't have time for beefy students and their practiced lines. 'Amicitia' is at the top of the list, alphabetically, which is the only reason he fishes the essay out of his bag and drops it into Gladio's lap as he passes him. The red ink at the top of the page reads 'A', and there are a few scribbled remarks from the professor about thesis potential, if he wants to expand and polish the premise.]

There, one less paper to sort. [Ravus remarks as he juggles his coffee and his keys to unlock the door.]

[So lost in his book, Gladio doesn't hear Ravus approach and doesn't acknowledge the man at all until the marked paper floats onto his lap. The grade doesn't surprise him, considering his marks have so far been consistently decent, but the early handout does.]

H-hey! [He quickly marks his page before haphazardly tossing the book in his bag and jumping up.] Let me help you with that.

[Gladio slowly reaches a hand out, going for the keys instead of the coffee (if Ravus is anything like Ignis, touching the coffee would guarantee his death), and tries not to reel back when their fingers brush.]

It'd be a shame for you to drop your coffee. I can at least open the door for you. [A grin.] Consider it a "thank you" for giving me my paper a little early.

[Ravus can't deny that having Amicitia jumping to serve him is a good look. He raises an eyebrow at him, but lets Gladio take the keys from his hand. He doesn't tell Gladio which key on the keyring to use, and instead elects to takes a pointed sip of coffee.]

You're not getting special treatment. Everyone else is getting theirs before class too.

[Just not...hand delivered. Only because they're not sitting underfoot. Gladiolus better not get a big head over this.]

[Gladio looks at the keys, as if scrutinizing them would reveal which one to use, before shrugging and just trying one. It doesn't work, but he doesn't let that fluster him. He just has to try the next key. Which also isn't the right one.]

You're not so great at jokes, are you. [It's a statement, not a question, but it's said with a friendly smile as Gladio tries key number three.] That's okay.

[Key number four proves to be the right one and when he opens the door he throws a flirtatious wink over his shoulder as he walks inside the classroom.] You make it look good.

[If Gladiolus is wondering if making him struggle with the keys is a power move, yes. It is. 100%.]

This is my work. It's not professional to 'joke'.

[He's not defensive about it, and he absolutely isn't caught off guard when Gladio walks into the class room, still holding his eyes, forcing Ravus to follow after him to retrieve them. ~~And he's absolutely not flustered from the unexpected flirting.~~]

I make it look efficient. That being said, since you're here early and have nothing better to do, I'm going to put you to work.

[That'll make Gladio think twice about teasing him...right? He retrieves one of the white board erasers and gestures to the scribbled formulas the calculus class ahead of them always leaves on the dry erase board at the front of the lecture hall.]

[He gives the keys back over with a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling as their fingers barely brush.]

All fun and no play makes Ravus a dull boy. [The quote is from an old classic, but Gladio's hopeful that the TA will know its origin.] Besides, there's no one else around to see you act so unbecoming.

[Depositing his things down on a different desk than usual, front and center as opposed to third row off to the left, Gladio lets his eyes drink in the man before him as he walks forward to take the eraser. Seriously, no one has a right to look this good. And definitely not a TA for a class most people find "boring and stuffy".]

Who am I to deny my TA's demands? [He doesn't say what he's thinking, that there are a few better things he could be doing that all involve Ravus, because that would be far too inappropriate, even for Gladio. Though he doesn't try to pull up his pants that are already low on his hips (he might have forgotten a belt this morning in his haste to get to class early).

So when he leans and stretches as he clears the board, Ravus will be treated to flashes of the tanned skin of his lower back to add to the slight sway of Gladio's hips and the reach of his muscular arms, on perfect display in his simple black t-shirt.

When finished clearing the various equations and graphs away, Gladio leaves the eraser below the board and turns around to lean slightly back and look questioningly at Ravus.] Anythin' else you need?

[He's entirely unaware that his shirt, having ridden up in the back as he worked, is just as raised in front and now a small slice of his taut lower abdomen is plainly visible - along with a peak of a soft trail of hair.]

[Ravus doesn't deign to respond to Gladio's flirtations, and he admits, his focus strays while Gladio cleans the board. That ass, it's not fair.]

What was that?

[He blinks when he realizes Gladio has turned around, and he rewinds Gladio's words. Um. Yes. But not in class. He's not looking at the exposed skin, not looking, not looking...]

No, that's quite enough. Go sit and wait for the Professor.

Yes Sir. [He punctuates the sarcastic words with a wry grin and a half-hearted mock-salute.

Gladio doesn't bother fixing his pants or his shirt and instead saunters to his chosen seat. He begins looking over his graded paper in earnest, reading the Professor's remarks and thinking about the possibilities for a thesis.

Honestly, he never gave much thought to furthering his education beyond undergraduate level. Considering he's going into the family business after graduation it always seemed unnecessary but if Professor Highwind thinks he could make a thesis of this... maybe he can look into graduate programs after all.

But he'd have to go for an MBA too, most likely, just to keep people from thinking he'd tank their security firm by pursuing a Master's in the arts.

He's about to bother Ravus again when Professor Highwind walks in, followed by the rest of the class, so he resigns himself to waiting. While the Professor gets situated, Gladio types out a quick email to send to the TA. So if Ravus gets his emails sent to his phone, he'll soon receive one from Gladio that reads:]

Ravus,

It's Gladiolus Amicitia (seriously, just go with Gladio). Just giving you a heads up that I'll be going to your next office hours to pick your brain about something.

~Gladio

P.S. That shirt looks good on you. And you shouldn't scowl so much - it'll give you wrinkles.

[Email sent, Gladio brings his attention to the lecture and does his best not to stare at Ravus as he scribbles notes. This new seat in the front definitely gives him a better view of the TA and he unconsciously licks his lips, his mouth drying up as he observes the handsome grad student.

He both wishes this class would never end and prays for it to hurry up because this is torture now.]

[A couple of weeks later, Ravus is at one of the frat houses, sipping wine on one of the ratty couches in the lounge and listening to the grad students he came with gossip about their classes. Ravus is pleasantly buzzed. He figured he needed to be, since in addition to being dragged to a party, he'd been forced to do so in costume. He thinks he makes a striking knight, at least. But it's still so...undignified. They're not children, for Astrals' sake.]

No, the freshmen aren't subtle when they try to cheat.

[He adds, as Loqi regales the crowd with the most recent story from Intro Physics with Prof. Besithia. He's only half-listening (the story has already made it to Highwind's office), and he scans the crowd of people pushing, dancing, sneaking up and down the stairs with prospective lovers, for something more interesting than Tummelt's prattle.]

[It's been a few weeks and Gladio has come to both love and loathe his class with Ravus. Because now that he's noticed the man, spoken with him and seen him up close, he can hardly keep his eyes away. So he readily accepts an invitation to a frat party, figuring a night of drinking and meaningless sex might help him forget his unfortunate attraction to his TA.

Of course it's not just any party - it's a Halloween party. Which means costumes and bets and people wearing costumes as a result of losing bets.

Gladio falls into that last category. But he doesn't mind. He's comfortable enough with his sexuality and his body to wear pretty much anything. And that's why he walks into the frat house in a stylish Victorian Harlot costume, complete with the fishnets and boots. He even has his hair painstakingly piled into a very sloppy bun and a dusting of rouge on his cheeks and lips, mascara and eyeliner highlighting his eyes. Because when Gladiolus Amicitia commits to a costume, he goes all in. Plus he couldn't resist his sister's puppy eyes when she begged him to let her do his hair and makeup. And yes, he got waxed in order to pull the costume off properly. The only thing missing is the bouncing chest, but his pecs fill out the top of the costume fairly well anyway.]

Damn, I need another drink.

[He hasn't had nearly enough and he's only feeling the faintest buzz. So he wanders the house to find some more booze when a familiar shade of silvery-white catches his eyes. That looks like Ravus... but why would he be sitting on the shittiest couch in the house drinking what has to be a less-than-delicious wine in a costume? Gladio's boots clack their way over before he can stop himself and as he gets closer he definitely recognizes the man.]

Ravus! Didn't think I'd see you here. [A dazzling smile as Gladio cants his hips to one side.

He casually motions to the TA's glass with a hand.] Any chance you can hook me up with a glass of that? Need something until they bring out the good stuff.

[Ravus feels every molecule of saliva in his mouth dry up as he turns and catches sight of a boot, leading up to stockings, leading up to bare thighs. Astrals, those thighs. They could crush Ravus and he'd die happy. He is not remotely sober enough for this encounter to happen.]

Gla-uhh...Amicitia. You're...here.

[He can practically feel his brain cells short-circuiting as blood reroutes southward. Ravus drains his cup, and absolutely doesn't choke on it as Gladio shifts his weigh around.]

...kitchen. I'll go get more. [Retreating is the only possible course of action. He pushes himself up, thankful that his fake chainmail falls mid-thigh when he stands.]

[Kohl-lined amber eyes widen when Ravus starts to say his first name and his lips, thankfully only coated in a pigmented chap-stick, split into a Cheshire grin at the flustered correction. Maybe losing that bet was worth it after all.]

Thanks Ravus. [Gladio's voice purrs as Ravus passes him, the seductive voice meant only for the silver-haired stud.

Though he wants to follow the TA, wanting to see if he can turn those porcelain cheeks a shade of pink or even red, he opts instead to take the seat Ravus vacates. He'll get up once the man returns, but why not keep the seat warm for him? Plus talking to his friends might help him gain some insight into his current ~~crush~~ prey.

As he sits, he makes sure to fluff his skirt to avoid ruining it (dude, this costume isn't some flimsy thing-it's practically the real deal) and even crosses his legs at the ankles like a proper lady would (or like a harlot playing at one) before leaning slightly in towards Loqi.] So what sorts of things do you TAs do for fun? Got any fun stories about us lowly undergrads?

[His smile is charming and in no time he's the center of attention, offering genuine laughter and interjecting here and there with some of the dumber things he's seen his peers try getting away with.] And then, the idiot had the balls to look our Professor dead in the eyes and say "Honestly I thought I could offer to suck your dick to get out of this test"! Can you believe - [Gladio can't contain his laughter anymore and practically howls at the memory.

When Ravus returns, he will find the brunet still in his spot and sitting close enough to Loqi that their thighs touch as Gladio smiles almost coquettishly at the blond and urges him to tell another story. It might even look like Gladio's completely forgotten about Ravus as he doesn't instantly notice the TA's return.]

[Ravus has never taken so long pouring himself a glass of wine. From the sanctuary of the kitchen, he hears laughter rising above the music, and he hazards a look out.

Gladio, cozying himself up to Loqi of all people. That fucking bastard. ~~Ravus isn't sure which of them that applies to.~~ So much for Advanced Literature loyalty.

Loqi loved playing with other peoples' toys, and he usually got away with it because his family was so well-connected. Well, not tonight. Ravus pours a second glass of the wine and marches back out.

For a moment, he's tempted to pour it out on Gladio's lap to see if that would cool down this flirtation. But no, Ravus can imagine- Loqi sliding off the couch, kneeling in front of Gladio, running a towel up those legs and beneath the folds of the skirt.

Instead, he keeps his cool and simply sits back in his chair...without bothering to let Gladio move first. It's not like those quads can't support him. He slips the cup into Gladio's hand.]

If you're hoping for 'extra credit' from Loqi, be aware he makes promises with no intent to keep them. [He whispers into Gladio's ear. Louder, for the group:]

That's nothing. A whole a capella group was taking the freshman lit seminar last semester, and they decided they were all in love with Highwind. They broke out into song mid-lecture on Valentine's Day- they thought it would be a romantic gesture. I've never seen the professor shoot someone down so thoroughly.

[That story is his ace-in-the-hole in social situations. Someone had filmed the whole thing on their phone, and it had basically gone campus-viral. Loqi wished it had happened in his class.]

[Gladio can't help it, he's flirtatious by nature. And maybe part of him wonders if it would even bother Ravus. The man is so hard to read and this sort of move will either end whatever dance started between them or will push Ravus to make some sort of move.

He isn't sure when Ravus got back, exactly, but suddenly he has a lapful of drunker-than-he-expected TA and honestly? He's not complaining. With the type of Knight costume Ravus wears, Gladio's bare thighs are treated to the feel of an exquisite ass and he immediately prays that the TA stays low enough not to notice exactly how much he's enjoying the feeling.

Mercifully, Gladio manages to keep hold of his wine glass even as he shivers at the way Ravus breathes those words into his ear. He has eyes only for Ravus as his own story is soundly one-upped by the recounting of the infamous A Capella Serenade Shutdown. He's seen the video way too many times to count, but the story never gets old and Gladio immediately starts chuckling. In order to avoid dislodging his coveted TA he wraps an arm around Ravus' waist, which of course pulls him a little higher on his lap.]

You were there?! Did the video miss anything? There's no way they caught all of Professor Highwind's reaction.

[Leaning up a bit to whisper into Ravus' ear, Gladio clinks their wine glasses together.] Good thing I don't give a shit about his promises.

[With that, Gladio takes a long pull from his glass and finds himself surprised again. It's actually not bad. Certainly not something he would get on his own, but definitely not bottom-shelf wine. His eyes rake over the current gathered group, out of politeness only, before settling once more on Ravus.

Loqi be damned. Gladio knows his family and doesn't give a single fuck them or their "connections", considering his own family ranks higher in most circles and his family's connections definitely rank higher than those of the self-absorbed blond. Besides, he has eyes only for Ravus.]

This wine is way too good for a frat house. You brought it, didn't you? [His voice is low enough for only Ravus to hear, the others completely ignored.]

[Grinning at Loqi's pissed expression as Ravus steals his thunder (and the undergrad who'd been hitting on him), Ravus leans back and makes himself more comfortable. Adopting as casual a sprawl as he can while on a lap, he recalls the infamous day.]

The video cut out half of the group running out of the lecture hall at the end, but otherwise it was a pretty extensive coverage.

[He pauses for dramatic effect, taking a sip of his wine.]

I am fairly confident, one of the most popular 'remix versions' of the video was edited by Highwind herself, though. She was humming it for days in her office.

[Ravus is silent through Gladio's response about Loqi- it's hard to have much of a private conversation sitting so close to the other grad students- but he nods about the wine.]

I have discriminating tastes. I'm sure you've seen from class, I'm not easy to please.

[He's feeling a unique blend of victory and regret. Gladio is definitely not in danger of falling into Loqi's clutches, but Ravus is now sitting on his lap, surrounded by his peers, and Gladio's damnable thighs are so solid and warm beneath him. He needs to be anywhere but here, or be here, but with everyone else gone. He's not sure how to remedy the situation.]

[With the story continuing, Gladio's laugh rings out again. He knew the video had to have missed something and now he finally has his answer. But hearing about the best remix of the video being made by Highwind herself? It's too much and he shakes with the force of his bellowing laugh, making Ravus bounce a bit on his thighs.]

Gods that's too perfect. Thanks for that.

[He's in the middle of another sip of wine when Ravus responds to his query about the wine with what sounds, to him, like a line. The spark of interest in Gladio's eyes blazes and he quirks his painted lips in a sultry smile.]

Why do you think I work so hard? It's not Highwind I'm trying to please. [Speaking of hard, Gladio is glad that his skirt drapes well enough over his crotch to hide exactly how hard he is. Ravus weight in his lap is warm and welcome, and the oh-so-subtle challenge has Gladio's blood racing.

He wants to separate from this group, to get Ravus alone where he can properly seduce the grad student, so he finishes his glass quickly and then uses the empty glass to tap Ravus' arm.]

Care to show me the bottle? I don't think I've had this wine before and I might have to get a case of it.

[That should provide a good out for the two of them. And if his voice is a little huskier than usual, the other grad students around them could just blame it on the alcohol, right?]

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Hope you don't mind the slight time-skip ^-^;;

No Problem!

<3

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Skipping to Halloween if that's cool

Totes cool

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