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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 6:44 pm
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 Marcel stood there in the water and made sure to wade in deeper and deeper the more he got used to it, granted he was only just above his knees. The shaded parts of the water were obviously a bit worse in terms of chill despite the warm air above but he was able to deal with it. When the Hispanic glanced over his shoulder again to see Virgil throw his boxers off and no matter how many times he saw the other man naked he made sure to drink in the glorious sight for a moment before turning his head back around. The last thing he needed was to get excited now but still, Virgil looked so in his element out here. Stark naked against the treeline at the edge of the water, he could easily have been one of those paintings that people made back in the old days. When he felt Virgil suddenly walk up and grab him from behind and the Hispanic couldn't help but smile a bit and nodded "Love you too" Marcel returned before watching Virgil as he dove into the crystal clear water before returning to the surface. He chuckled a bit at the whoop the other gave, it must have been cold for him to do that. Well there was no point in putting it off and following Virgil's lead the Hispanic took a deep breath and dove underwater, the shock of cold still caught the Hispanic off guard but thankfully he was able to adapt quickly. Unlike Virgil who chose to float there Marcel stayed underwater swimming along, exploring the crystal clear water. It was surprisingly deeper than he initially thought, the bottom of the pond was much further down. Once he reached the bottom the Hispanic's dark eyes saw nothing but clear sand, some pond plants, and stones at the bottom of the body of water. The Veteran would the turn around and look up to see Virgil's bare bottom floating along against the sunlight, even under water his Lover was beautiful in his eyes. Suddenly as he stared a moment longer a dark thought crossed his mind that caused him to twitch slightly in another place and a smirk crossed his lips. With this thought in mind Marcel swam upwards towards Virgil and as he swam by underneath him he would reach up and poke the other in the rump to get his attention, might as well be a bit cheeky while he was at it. With that he swam towards the more shallow area of the pond where he finally surfaced, standing up with his briefs clinging uncomfortably to him. He took a moment to catch his breath before turning to Virgil with a grin on his face that simply showed he had something in mind "Hey Querido, how about another challenge?" he questioned innocently enough as he turned his head a bit to face the shoreline "Simple enough, you try to touch me while I'm underwater. You manage to touch me anywhere before I have to surface for air and you win, you don't? Then I win" of course that wasn't the end of it "Of course...what's a challenge without a prize?" he remained facing forward as a sly grin grew on his face before suddenly walking forward a bit in the water before slowly pulling his briefs down and off before holding them up, his rear just above the surface of the water "You win, you can do whatever you want to me, wherever and whenever you want, no questions asked..." he turned his head to show his devilishly charming smirk "If I win, then I get the prize, sound good?" just in case the other needed that extra bit of enticement Marcel would toss his briefs onto shore before bending over to pick up a nice sized rock from the sand "You can begin when this rock hits the water" with that he tossed the stone into the air before diving backwards into the water and to the deeper part of the pond. Marcel could say he was a bit overconfident in his ability to win this if Virgil chose to play along with his little game. Seeing Virgil just in such a vulnerable state gave the Hispanic so many naughty ideas, he just couldn't help himself. Of course if Virgil managed to pull off a miracle he doubted he'd be that upset. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 8:29 pm
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 Unlike when they were at the beach when he dove under the water and didn't resurface a few seconds later, Virgil didn't start to worry about him. Marcel displayed some serious skill when it came to swimming, so much so the water seemed to be his element more so than land did. Definitely had more talent than he himself would ever possess. The weight around his neck had him reaching up, his lips shifting into a small frown as his fingers closed around his collar. Great. He hardly ever wore it in his human form before meeting his boyfriend, but apparently, it hadn't taken long for him to get used to it. He had completely forgotten about it and to remove it be before swimming. It was pointless to take it off now since it was already wet. Mostly because he didn't feel like swimming closer to shore or much else, really. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face back to the sun and sighed in contentment. He was finding this a lot more enjoyable now he was getting used to the temperature of the water. Until something prodded his butt cheek, which brought a startled yelp from the werewolf. A hand dropped to cover and protect a certain part of his body as he adjusted to a more upright position and looked down. All he managed was to catch a glimpse of a distorted tan body swimming away. He should have known! His plans of getting revenge were quickly tossed out the window as he watched him come out of the water, green eyes traveling down his back only to become glue to the pert rump. There was perhaps one good thing about soaking wet clothing, the way it clung to the body to the contours of the body. It was almost sinful. Ever so slowly Virgil began to inch through the water toward him though he froze in place as he turned to look at him. A too innocent smile was flashed his way. Nope, he hadn't been plotting anything at all! "Damn..." He muttered underneath his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from his lower body. In a way, this was better than seeing him stark naked. But only a little. It took some effort on his part to drag his attention away from dirty thoughts and focus it on what Marcel was saying. He groaned in response. Catching him even above water would be a challenge and underwater would be like trying to climb a glass hill slicked with oil. Impossible. His doubts on about the idea brightened somewhat as he was told about there would be a reward for the winner.
A predatory grin graced his face at the proposition he was given. "Fine. I'm game." This couldn't be all bad, could it? It did seem like a win-win situation because even if he lost, it might still be a fun experience when the other man claimed his prize. Hopefully...Knowing how devious he could be, it could be the exact opposite of fun. All the more reason he needed to try his hardest to win. His breathing came close to stopping as he watched him remove his underwear. The older man had been wrong with his earlier thought. The Spaniard wasn't a forest sprite, but a siren meant to lure him to his doom. He nodded to show he understood the rules, preparing himself for the moment the rock would drop although he was soon distracted by the display of agility. It was a nice reminder that he didn't stand a chance, but at least it helped clear his head of more prurient thoughts. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me..." Virgil stared at the empty space where his lover had been standing a few seconds ago, replaying his backward dive through his head. He was shocked, so much so he didn't even register the splash the rock made as it hit the water until a couple of seconds later. "Crap!" Inhaling as deeply as he could and holding it, he dove under and swam to the bottom of the pond as quickly as he could. As his feet touched the sandy bottom, he looked around for his prey, thankful they were swimming in fresh water so his eyes wouldn't sting. His lungs were already starting to ache by the time he managed to spot Marcel, but he fought down the urge to swim back to the surface. Virgil pushed off the sand as hard as he could and shot toward him, a hand reached out in an attempt to touch the closest part of his body as he neared him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 5:52 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 7:11 pm
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It came as no surprise to Virgil when his target dodged his hand. It would be an outrageous lie to say he had believed even for a second that Marcel would make this easy for him. Turning to face him, he leveled him with the most threatening glare he could manage at him. Of course, the cheeky b*****d's antics were getting under his skin. The water clearly wasn't his element, the last thing he needed was to be taunted. He swam back up to the top, gasping a bit soon as his head breached the surface. Virgil gave himself time to catch his breath as he floated there, knowing he was wasting precious time as he did, but he needed to come up with a game plan. Blindly charging at him wasn't going to work or didn't seem to, anyway, and there was little point in trying to ambush with so little places to hide below. But maybe if he could keep him on the move and get him to exert himself then perhaps he stood a chance of catching him. With some form of a plan in mind, he dove underneath again. He swooped down on Marcel from above like an aquatic bird of prey, quickly diving behind him. Being suspended upside down was a strang experience although he hardly felt any strain. As he continued down, he would make a quick grab for his foot. He doubted it would go over any better than it did before though this time he was expecting the other man to pull away again. This time he was ready and prepared to give him a proper chase if he did escape a second time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 9:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 1:51 am
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Even though Virgil was expecting it, it was still frustrating as hell when his fingers cut through open water instead of grabbing onto his foot. There wasn't any hesitation from him as Marcel swam away, he followed after him in hot pursuit. This wasn't really all that different from a chase on solid ground and it kept the predator engaged. Hunting here was a lot more difficult than on land but the longer he stayed, the quicker he was adapting and the better he was learning to use his legs and arms to move him through the water. His expression had become one of deadly determination as he swam after his query, occasionally moving in an attempt to cut him off. It didn't work, of course, though he felt a sense of pride at how well he was doing. Whatever happened, at least he gave the younger man a run for his money! His confidence about actually winning the challenge began to grow as he noticed he was slowing down somewhat. He readied to push himself harder to close the slight distance between them only to be thrown off the chase by a cloud of sand muddying the area in front of him. That no good, dirty little cheat! Virgil backpedaled though it didn't spare him from getting it in his eyes. Scowling, he floated there as he tried to wipe the grit from them. Win or lose, he was going to make him pay for the sneaky trick! Not that he should blame him for it. Playing dirty was really the only way he knew how to do anything. Using his legs, he swam upward but didn't go all the way to the top. How long their game had carried one wasn't something he had kept track of, but he figured it couldn't be much longer until Marcel needed air. He would just have to him out, something he should have done earlier than all of this useless chasing. His muscular frame stretched out languidly as he opened his eyes and searched for him, narrowing with a glower when they did find him. He gave him the middle finger before he moved again. Making sure to remain somewhat above him, he patrolled the area. If Marcel wanted to breathe again, he would have to make it past him first now wouldn't he?
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 4:13 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 11:08 am
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Virgil quirked a brow as he watched him gesture back to him. What was that supposed to mean, anyway? Oh. He thought understood what it meant once he patted his rump. Kiss his a**? Well, he was sure he could make that happen for him! He grinned as he got to see the realization dawn across Marcel's handsome face. It was priceless, truly. He relaxed as he continued to wait for the all-important moment when he would need to surface. His own chest was already beginning to burn again from the lack of oxygen though he ignored it, not wanting to go back up for air and miss the crucial moment Marcel needed to come up. It couldn't be much longer. The sight of him suddenly tossing sand was more so amusing than it was annoying, taking it as a sign the trickster knew he was cornered! It would have worked a lot better to his advantage if he hadn't been able to still make out his darker shape amidst the white cloud. Though he came disturbingly close to missing him when he suddenly shot off somewhere behind him. Turning quickly, the lycan coiled his body before he lunged the best he could for the other man. Virgil swore he felt his open palm graze against warm skin for a moment there when he overcame him, but he wasn't entirely sure. He wanted this victory so badly it wouldn't surprise him if he actually imagined touching him. Either way, any other chance of winning was gone now, turning again to notice that Marcel had reached the surface. Damn. He wasn't too upset though, getting a great view of his backside from this angle. Not yet ready to give up on his dreams of being a shark, Virgil swam toward him and grabbed onto his hips from behind. And then promptly nipped sharply him on a butt cheek. Marcel had said kiss his a**, but he deserved it for cheating! With that, he let go and returned to the top. Surfacing a couple of feet away, he spat out a mouthful of water and started gasping for air. Each time his lungs fully expanded a sharp pain pierced through the right one, which had him grimacing whenever it happened. He liked the small amount of pain that came with exertion, but the reminder of the injury was too much. It took a minute for him to start feeling somewhat normal again after all of the hard swimming. "Mmm...pretty sure I won." Virgil eased out in a voice that was just a tad on the hoarse side as he held up the hand he thought he'd touched him with.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 5:59 pm
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It felt so close, he opened his eyes just in time to see the surface not too far away from his position. He almost won! However he saw Virgil Shooting like a bullet for him but it didn't look like it mattered, he won this! At least until he felt something just graze the bottom of his foot, but he didn't have time to worry how he lost as he finally surfaced for air. Marcel would begin gasping for breath as the Hispanic would shake his head a bit as if annoyed. However all thoughts stopped when he felt Virgil grab his hips "The hell are you...!?!?" a loud and very unmanly yip escaped his throat as he felt a set of teeth sink into his buttock. This ********! Marcel watched the other man finally surface and for a moment the two of them simply spent some time recovering from the challenge. However the other man's next comment caused Marcel to huff a bit in annoyance as he saw Virgil raise the offending appendage. How dare it! It took away his flawless win record and water was supposed to be his thing! Bah! Marcel had underestimated Virgil and let himself get too cocky during this challenge, even if he really wanted this one he could man up and accept defeat. Marcel then reached up and splashed water in his Lovers face, he said he could accept it, not be mature about it! He would shake his head and roll his eyes at the other man for a moment once his breathing evened out "Yeah, yeah. Miracles do happen I suppose!" obviously Marcel was going to blame luck and how it was obviously going against him at this moment! The Hispanic would then proceed to fold his arms as he floated there with a playful scowl on his face "I'm a man of my word Virgil, you won. You can do whatever you want to me, wherever, whenever, with no questions asked" dammit he had some good stuff thought up but now he couldn't use this as an excuse! To be honest thought Marcel couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation now that Virgil had this kind of power over him. The other man had years of experience under his belt and he could only imagine some of the kinky s**t he'd come up with. But he wasn't going to complain, it was part of the prize after all. (Translation: "Kiss my a**" ) |
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 10:31 pm
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His grin grew wider at the sight of annoyance passing over his face. Virgil was sure it meant he must have secured the victory for that to happen. "'Ey!" He barked out just as the small wave splashed over his face, leaving him sputtering and coughing for a slight moment. It was his turn to give Marcel a look of annoyance as he reached up to wipe more water off of his face. No thanks to him! The sore loser was quickly forgiven, however, his statement about it being a miracle making him laugh. Well, Virgil couldn't really argue about that. Touching him had not been an easy feat and had only happened at the last second so it did feel as if Lady Luck was on his side for once. In all honesty, he cared more about the win than he did about the prize. Being able to beat Marcel at something he was so damn good at was nice in a way, especially since he doubted he would never be able to pull it off again. "I remember th' terms..." His smirk was borderline evil. "But I believe I'll be takin' ah rain check on claimin' it." No way was he going to be wasting it on their camping trip, Marcel was just going to have to wait and find out what was in store for him. Considering how much fun he'd had earlier teasing him about being an exhibitionist then he might just have to prove to him just how much of one he could be. Maybe. If he could muster the courage to actually pull it off the next time they were out someplace public and fun. The prize as a tiny bit silly in his opinion since the lycan believed he could do whatever he wanted to Marcel, whenever and wherever the desire struck him. Then again, this would no doubt protect him from that vicious vindictive streak his boyfriend had. Remembering that, his idea of offering the prize to him was tossed out the window. Virgil was curious to find out if there was some sort of inspiration behind the prize for their challenge, but not so much so as to give away his temporary immunity against possibly being punished for doing something too kinky for the other man to handle. Humming out in contentment, Virgil closed his eyes as he enjoyed the heat of the sun basking down on him. After all of that swimming, getting to relax and enjoy the water was nice. When he opened his eyes again and looked to Marcel, his expression became one of shock. "Darlin', don't freak out...but there's ah leech on your neck." Virgil kept his gaze locked on a spot on the side of his neck while he inched closer, his expression slowly becoming one of disgust. Was there actually a leech? Nope!
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 4:34 am
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]Marcel was still in utter disbelief that he ended up losing to Virgil in a challenge like this. The fact that Virgil had free reign to do anything he wanted without the threat of repercussion was suddenly a bit intimidating to say the least. But it was Virgil! It couldn't be that bad...right? He was going to tell himself that Virgil was just a simple vanilla guy to try and ease the butterflies that insisted on sitting in his stomach. Then the ******** had to give a smile like that and it only spelled doom for him, that was evil incarnate what he just saw. Marcel then blinked a bit when Virgil informed him that he was taking a rain check on the prize, that couldn't be good. He thought for sure the worst that could happen was Virgil bending him over right here at the pond but now he was making him wait? This ******** was going to have him paranoid! What if they had to go out to the mall and he called it then!? Or if they went out to a restaurant!? Virgil wouldn't do that to him, right? Yeah Marcel teased the other man to no end about being an exhibitionist but that was all in good fun, really! He lightly shook his head, the Hispanic was just jumping to conclusions at the moment. What if he was a leather and lace guy and he wanted to prepare with chains and hooks!? Marcel had to admit that up until this point he hadn't thought too much about their sex life and they were rather basic, what if Virgil actually was a kinky ********!? He took a deep breath and to calm himself down, the Former Soldiers mind was acting like this was the worst thing in the world but honestly who knew? Marcel never really explored too much into his own kinks so whatever Virgil threw at him couldn't really be all bad. Now that Marcel was calmed down he would begin to join Virgil in floating there, enjoying the warmth of the sun shining down on them. Now that he was no longer underwater and going against his Lover, he was reminded of just how nice this place was. Hell he'd even forgotten about the fact they were skinny dipping, this wasn't as bad as he thought! Honestly they were so far out that people catching them like this was next to zero. However Marcel turned his head when Virgil called out to him and told him not to freak out. This caught the Hispanic's attention as he tilted his head a bit in confusion when suddenly Virgil mentioned that a leach of was on his neck. Right then and there Virgil would see every drop of color leave Marcel's face as the other drew closer with a look of disgust. He felt like someone dropped a rock in the pit of his stomach, his whole body was tense, there was next to no color left in his face, and his pupils dilated. Virgil could probably see that Marcel's Adam's apple was bobbing and a soft gagging noise could be heard as he swore he felt the thing wriggling on him...no all over him!. He knew it!! Fresh water ponds like this were always disgusting and nasty no matter how pretty and pristine they looked. It took a moment before suddenly Marcel's arms began smacking at his arms, shoulders, and neck to try and swat off the imaginary leach "GET THE ******** THING OFF ME NOW!!" he screamed out in horror as he began to freak out and begin swatting at every part of his body as if to get rid of the offending not real parasite. It took Marcel a moment before noticing that he felt nothing bot the healing wound on his neck and the scars on his body. This time he took a much slower approach and felt around and checking his hands, there wasn't any blood anywhere from an open wound so....suddenly his dark gaze narrowed in on Virgil as a look over the top rage crossed his face "YOU ******** SONAVA b***h!!" as swift as he was only moments earlier Marcel was now on top of Virgil and shoved his head under the water and held him there "Funny man ayy!? I'll show you funny!!" of course there was no way Virgil could have known about Marcel's horrible Vermiphobia, specifically towards leaches. Either way Marcel wasn't holding him down too badly and the other could slip out of his grip easily enough when he wanted to, he didn't want to truly kill Virgil but dammit it sucked being the receiver of a prank against a fear. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 2:17 pm
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Given how preppy Marcel could act about the outdoors at times, Virgil figured it wouldn't be too hard to get some sort of reaction out of him. He would have never thought he would get the one he had though. He paused as he noticed the Hispanic becoming deathly pale almost instantly as the rest of him responded to the fear taking hold of him. Uh oh. This wasn't good, but how was he suppose to know he was actually afraid of parasites?! His aim had been to creep him out, not bring about this level of terror. "Darlin', don't..." He reached out a hand out for him, knowing no one exactly liked being told not to freak out right on the verge of freaking out, but he felt like he had to do something. Though his hand was quickly snatched back to avoid being smacked as well as Marcel all but exploded and commenced swatting his body to get rid of the non-existent leeches. This was nowhere near being as funny as he originally thought and what little amusement he did feel quickly died as he screamed out to get it off of him. All the wolf shifter could do was watch with a mixture of shock and regret written across his features. Man, he didn't even think he as afraid of dolls as his partner appeared to be of leeches. How could he laugh at this? As Marcel calmed down enough to properly examine his body and realize what was going on, he felt his own stomach clench with dread and it only worsened as those dark eyes narrowed in on him. ********. He was in trouble. Time to go! Abandon ship! Virgil quickly backpedaled though he was nowhere fast enough to escape. He grunted as he was pounced on, barely managing to stop his breathing before he was shoved under. His hands lightly pushed back against the man holding him down as he squirmed to get away. Once he was free, Virgil swam several feet before he came up with a loud gasp before he started coughing up the small amount of water he'd inhaled. His shoulders were shaking with mirth as he chuckled to himself between coughing fits. "Whew..." He looked back at Marcel, his lips holding the form of a b*****d child between an apologetic smile and a teasing smirk. He'd planned a second part to that prank, but there was no way he was going to pull it off now. He wasn't suicidal! There wasn't enough money in the world to make him get close enough to him right now, much less bite and suck on his neck. Nope. The look of rage on his lover's was something he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. It was enough to remind Virgil to keep his distance and remain on guard for a while as well. Needless to say, such an expression was an intimidating one. "Looks like ya got th' leech off..." He ever so helpfully offered with a s**t eating grin. When would Virgil learn? Never was the lottery winning bet. Had he known Marcel had some kind of phobia against these sort of things, he wouldn't have gone through with it. Perhaps not even as payback for scaring him with the doll at the house. At least now the trickster might know just how not-fun having fears being played around with was. "Think ya can find it in your heart t'forgive me?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head, giving the best kicked puppy look he could pull off.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 5:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2019 8:40 am
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Virgil didn't know why seeing the anger of his expression unsettled him. He was a man well used to pissing people off and being glared at. Honestly, it was a small miracle he hadn't done something to piss off Marcel and drive him away the very first day they had met. He let out a playful whine and pawed at the top of the water when he huffed back at him. Just because he was in his human form didn't mean he couldn't pretend to be a big giant puppy! He sighed when the other dived down again, taking it as a sign he wasn't quite forgiven just yet. Virgil shifted his position as he tried to keep an eye on him, feeling as if he was suddenly swimming in shark infested waters. After his little stunt, it didn't seem too far fetched to think that the Hispanic would try to get some sort of revenge. After losing track of him, he glanced toward the bank of the pond while he debated about heading to a safer spot. Letting his guard drop for even a second turned out to be a mistake. A loud and startled yelp escaped from him as something suddenly and unexpectedly prodded against the most secret part of him. Virgil instinctively kicked out at the offender before he swam to a shallower spot, where the water only came up to the middle of his chest when he sat. He promptly planted his rump against the sandy bottom, his expression similar to one a dog would give the veterinarian who'd just taken its temperature. "That was just rude!" He shouted at the empty surface, not caring if Marcel couldn't hear him while he was underwater. His annoyance gave way to a small bit of concern, however, when he remembered kicking out of reflex. s**t. He hadn't hurt him? His pursed together as Virgil tried to ignore the urge to go make his lover was okay. He hadn't actually made contact, had he? He was sure he was fine.
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