First Aid | C

[Alessandro Bonasera]

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Tomodachi island didn't seem to have frequent bad weather, unfortunately, and the day was as sunny as the last. The store was slow and so he'd decided to take an early lunch. Although he didn't technically need to eat, he did very much enjoy the taste of food and thankfully the food on the island was always a delight. He'd pulled his hair up into a loose bun in an attempt to keep cool in the heat and it helped a little, but the popsicle he was eating was doing a much better job. Really, though, he ought to head back to the shop. He'd been watching it from a bench under a tree across the way, but he was getting tired of being out here. The comfort of the ac and the quiet to finish his knitting, considering how slow it was. It was still early in the morning, though, and the plaza was sparsely populated. Maybe it would busy up later. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the bench and stood up. He was crossing the street already when the gentle rumble of a truck suddenly revved up and his head snapped to the side. He looked at the oncoming truck and—

The truck hit him and he tumbled down the street, but the truck didn't stop until after it ran over him for good measure. The driver quickly jumped out of the truck, frazzled and shouting. "He— He smiled! He looked at us and smiled!" He panicked as he checked to see if they had, indeed, killed the man, shouting at his partner who urgently tried to get him to get back in the truck. They had to leave, the partner insisted, before the cops showed up. He seemed satisfied with the stillness of Alessandro and quickly stood back up. "You're right, you're right, but god that's so fucked up." He continued, quieter now, as he and his partner quickly retreated to their vehicle and made their retreat, "Teach that asshole to try to tell us what to do..." Tires screeched through the parking lot and what few people there were seemed to have had scattered at the moment of impact.

Alessandro hissed in pain as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. His suit was ruined and his left arm was bent out of shape, but he hardly seemed to notice. In fact, he was more preoccupied with bending over and coughing violently, reaching deep into his mouth with his left hand until he pulled out the popsicle stick that had been lodged in his throat. He took a deep breath, then, and looked up at the crisp blue sky. "I'll have to teach them a lesson later." He mumbled to himself. After another moment, he began to try to get to his feet, but to his displeasure his left leg buckled and he fell back down with a pained shout. Was it broken? Probably. Ah, that would take a bit to mend. He added it to the list of injuries. Left leg, four ribs, and left arm. An easy fix, certainly, but it would take time and he didn't particularly want to do it lying in the middle of the street in the heat. Was there anyone around?

★ 551 words
★ Mutou Yugi
★ WILD SHRUGGING

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MADE BY MIZO❀

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[Mutou Yugi]

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[attr="class","heartsteellyrics"]BORN WITH A HEART OF STEEL

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Yugi had seen a lot of things in his life. Most of it, he'd come to accept as average city life – as far as Domino was concerned, anyway – and pastimes of the cruel who were a given in a population as large as that of his home town. Punches thrown toward faces were child's play. Jonouchi had told him of gang members who traded blows with blades in their mouths, guaranteeing a kill with a single hit to the face. Some people's whole arms were cut off just in the pursuit of the watch on their wrist. Some of these stories seemed to extreme to be true, and honestly, Yugi hadn't seen the worst of the worst, so who knew if they actually were, but what he had seen was enough to make him believe it. While he tried not to think badly of anyone, and even to this day thought up reasons as to why the sadistic felt they had to issue pain onto others, that couldn't wash away the doubt that people still did bad things. Terrible, horrible things. His only hope was that showing kindness onto others would be enough to make them see a better way – and if not, well, he'd done the best he could.[break][break]

When he'd heard that crime was non-existent on the island, it had been too hard to believe. School had been plastered with propaganda about happy students and bully-free work life (it had been the reason his mother had enrolled him there in the first place), but thugs like Ushio and even teachers like Ms. Chono still existed, couldn't be covered up with lies on the inside. There had to be some kind of problem on the island. Utopias just didn't exist. And yet, here, apparently, they did. One did, rather, and he was now a member of it. No one hurt others at school, teachers didn't abuse their powers, people didn't try to mug him and take his Puzzle away from him on the commute through dark alleys on his way back to the game shop. There wasn't even a game shop to return to anymore. It was... relieving, in a way, to know that all of these people could live their lives however they wanted, as happily as they could. In contrast, though, it only served as a reminder of how different things were here. This sort of peace would never last in Domino, certainly, and while that wasn't a good thing, it had his heart aching for his mother's scolding and his grandpa's greedy ways all the more. How happy could a person be even in a utopia, after all, without their closest friends?[break][break]

The peace was supposed to last here, too – and it did last, quite well, up until his trip back from lunch break at school. There was a squeal of tires, familiar in its aggression to his ears, and the yelping of pedestrians before... well, noises he couldn't recognize, and didn't think he cared to. Words were shouted that were just barely audible, angry in tone and likely of whoever was driving the car that had come to a sudden halt, and by the time he was close enough to the scene of the crime, the car was already racing off into the distance. A case of cold feet? Hardly. That had to have been intentional. Nothing gold can stay, as they said, and with one act of meaningless violence, utopia had been lost. It'd be more tragic had panic not set into the boy's mind; everyone else that had been here had run like chickens, but the biproduct of the hit and run was still gathering himself in the middle of the street. The closer he got to him, too, the worse things were looking. (Some part of him understood the need to flee: It definitely wasn't a very pretty sight, bizarre lack of blood or no. Still, though, if everyone ran away from tragedy, who would be the hero to save the day? Who would be the meek boy with a hear big enough to lend a simple helping hand?) By the time he came skidding to a halt in front of the broken man, he was convinced that there wasn't a darned thing he could do to help -[break][break]

But keeping a dying man company was better than doing nothing, wasn't it?[break][break]

(If only he'd at least gotten the license plate number, he could see justice served for the soon-to-be-deceased.)[break][break]

“C-Can you hear me, Mister? I... I'm calling the island police, so hang in there! Um... Don't... Don't go toward the light or anything like that!” As he spoke, Yugi fumbled for the phone in his pocket, only just managing to fish it out with trembling hands before his sentences had run dry. Alright, alright, island police, island police, the number was... Oh, shoot. “Ah... Number, number, what's the number...?” Leave it to him to be useless enough to not even know how to call for help when someone was dying in the street. Anzu would know what to do. Jonouchi could probably pep talk him back to life if he wanted to. Oh, heavens, how he missed home.

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[attr="class","heartsteellyric"]stand & fight,[break]live by your heart

[attr="class","heartsteeltags"]0000 words for Alessandro Bonasera

[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]it's late, so i cranked this out too fast, rip. yugi just thinks aless is gonna die, don't mind him panicking.

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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A child? Oh gods, the poor thing must be traumatized. Still, he'd pushed through whatever horror he felt to run to him when everyone else ran away. How impressive, how admirable. Aless almost felt guilty being helped by someone so seemingly kind. It felt wrong, almost, accepting this child's help because they must think him some innocent victim. Well, Aless would argue he was innocent. He'd extended to them a kindness and they tried to kill him for it. It wasn't as if he had asked for anything major in return and they were under no obligation to accept his services, but apparently the mere offer hurt their fragile pride. Alessandro would hurt more than their pride later, for sure. Pests needed to be put in their place.

Oh, was he trying to call the police? Aless grabbed the wrist with the phone, squeezing too tight. "That's—" Oh, no, that won't do, that's too firm. He needed to smooth his voice out. No point in scaring the poor thing more than he already was. He loosened his grip and then let go completely as he started again, calmer now than before. "That's not necessary. I'm fine." Despite the visible trauma to his body, he spoke clearly and with little difficulty. "I'm fine" wasn't going to be a good enough excuse to convince the boy to not call the police or an ambulance or something and really, all of that was more trouble than it was worth. Already he was sure he was being watched, considering what happened to the telepath who'd tried to dig around in his head. Maybe whoever was watching him already called the police. Ah, problems. "I cannot die." He flat out stated, "The police can't do anything I can't do myself. Just help me to my feet, if you want to help. I would rather not fix myself in the street." And with his good hand he pointed to the shop.

★ 000 words
★ Mutou Yugi
★ aka my writing style is horribly inconsistent oops

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[attr="class","TheHandmaiden03"]GOD OF WATER

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MADE BY MIZO❀

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[Mutou Yugi]

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[attr="class","heartsteellyrics"]BORN WITH A HEART OF STEEL

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When a person was not only struck by, but ran entirely over by a car, the logical conclusion to come to was that they were definitely not okay and probably seeing their life flash before their eyes: the universal sign of a life close to the end of its time. A second thought would instruct him, of course, that this wasn't Domino City anymore, and logic as he understood it didn't always coincide with the logic of other races and other places. Looking upon the man in the street now, his first thought was not to wonder if he had an exoskeleton that made him more resistant to the force of a car, nor whether or not his bones were not bones, but in fact rubber, and not so much broken as they were bent and very much fixable. Oh, no. His first thought was that a human being would be dying, sitting up or no, or at the very least in incredibly pain and sitting on the precipice of dying (which was also a precipice of death in itself? very confusing) and required aid immediately. His, if necessary. How cruel of the masses to flee; now his was the only help that could be given. The look he got when he ran up – the one of mild horror, drowned in pain and frustration as it one, that likely came upon looking at what could be perceived as an elementary schooler running straight toward the scene of a gruesome crime – did not deter him, nor his inaccurate thoughts. An ambulance was what was needed in his big-haired head, not a tub full of water. As such, the sudden and violent rejection to his move for his mobile phone came all the more as a shock. Not that his body's natural reaction to flinching as such sudden and aggressive physical contact helped at all. It didn't matter if it was only a grab at his wrist. Typically, this was the first step, backed with the intent to do so much more and so much worse.[break][break]

“That's -” the injured man began, and Yugi found himself unconsciously squeezing his eyes shut and falling back, not out of fear of the visually horrific injuries, but out of the perceived inevitability of being struck. What he'd assumed was anger, however, didn't last ten moments longer than it began, and almost as soon as his wrist began to ache at the fearsome grab it had withstood, that very same grip loosened. Words started again – softer, this time, less urgent. “That's not necessary. I'm fine.” Fine? Hardly! If his grades were any indication, he was no expert at anatomy, but one didn't really need to be to figure that a person's leg was not supposed to bend quite like that. “But... Mister, you're – I mean – Are you sure?” This posed a dilemma all its own; if this man was really so certain he was fine (even when he clearly wasn't), it was entirely possible that he'd deny medical aid, but if that was the case, what was the better option? Take his word, potentially leaving him to rot in the street? Or go against his wishes to make sure he got that aid? There was no doubt that he'd be upset with him if he went with the latter, but better to be an angry man than a dead one, right? He was only just coming to the conclusion that the opinion of someone who was likely inhibited by a state of shock couldn't be trusted if it conflicted with their general state of health (deliria caused by blood loss was something he'd heard of before, but where was that blood? shouldn't it have been there?) when he found his fears suddenly quelled: “I cannot die.”[break][break]

Oh.[break][break]

Yugi blinked once, twice, and found himself staring, dumbstruck, a little longer than was probably viewed as acceptable. It had never occurred to him that this person could have been anything but human – but that was his mistake, he supposed, for assuming everyone was of his same species. “The police can't do anything I can't do myself,” the man was continuing, and he found himself forcing himself to pay attention and quit his wide-eyed watching. “Just help me to my feet, if you want to help. I would rather not fix myself in the street." No, he supposed that wasn't exactly ideal for doing that sort of thing... whatever that sort of thing was, exactly. The problem the suggestion posed, however, was that the injured party member wasn't necessarily small. At least, not in comparison to the boy who, despite being a teenager nearing the end of his high school career, was constantly mistaken for an elementary schooler solely because of his scrawny stature and punier height. Under normal circumstances, Yugi couldn't even lift a decently sized weight – but if this was what he had to do to help this victim in need, then he'd just have to do it. Steeling himself, he said, “Of course. To that... tailor shop, right? Got it!”[break][break]

It took a great deal of struggle – partly because providing support for someone who was probably twice as heavy and nearly twice as tall as the supporter was never a pleasant experience, partly because he had to keep weary of brushing up against any of the numerous injuries littered across the long-haired man's frame or agitating any of his open, unbleeding wounds – to get them both up in an upright position and on there way, but if the Mutou household's youngest member had one thing, it was dedication, and if that dedication earned him anything, that was results. The walk to the store, despite its realistically short distance from the center of the street, was one of the longest he'd ever made. It was definitely the only walk he'd been forced to make with company this battered. Reaching out for the handle of the door was like reaching out for a real, tangible oasis in the desert, and he swung it open with maybe too much force out of relief alone. “W...We're here!” he huffed in victory, smiling despite the desperate situation that had landed them both here. “Alright – what... what next?”

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[attr="class","heartsteellyric"]stand & fight,[break]live by your heart

[attr="class","heartsteeltags"]1046 words for Alessandro Bonasera

[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]i just assumed aless was at least average sized, so, like, stinkin' twice yugi's height. |D i kept it vague whether or not yugi was, like, supporting aless through the walk, too, or just sort of watching to make sure he didn't topple over, so you can decide what ultimately happened during the walk. =w=b

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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It had to be a child. They'd flinched back at his touch and he wasn't surprised at the action itself, but the severity of it. Most would simply try to pull away, but the boy practically recoiled back, eyes squeezed shut and body braced. Did he think he was going to hit him? He didn't apologize, but he made a note to keep a closer eye on his actions from then on. The urgency had been interpreted as aggression and he had no intention of causing the boy harm. He quickly recovered and Aless could see the fretting worry on his face, how it was replaced with a gawking shock. Maybe the concept of immortality was a little heavy for the kid. Perhaps he should have worded it differently, but what was done was done and he was just thankful that a barrage of questions did not yet come.

Oh but it really just had to be such a small thing, didn't it. He was almost bitter at his luck, but what the kid lacked in strength and height he made up for in sheer determination. Aless had kicked his heels off to make the ordeal easier, but in the end he still did most of the work himself while the boy helped him keep his balance. The walk to the shop was slow as Aless limped along, but they made it without him falling so he counted it as a success. "Just, ah, help me to the sofa." It sat in the middle of the floor, a low hardwood coffee table in front of it, "And flip the sign on the door." He sunk with relief onto the sofa and for a moment he just leaned back and contemplated his options. How unfortunate that he had to feel pain. Such a human sensation, a feeling that had kept them alive this long, but he, a god, felt it as well and in no dulled capacity. Perhaps one had to have pain to have pleasure. Still, what a nasty thing, this was going to be. He only had one good hand, as well, and it wasn't something he was going to trust the boy with, so he'd have to do it himself.

"I would look away." He warned as with his right hand he grabbed the twisted part of his left. He paused, waited, to see if Yugi would look away, and then suddenly, sharply— A series of cracks disrupted the quiet of the shop, stood sharp contrast to the soft music playing. Sharp hisses shot from between tightly clenched teeth as he realigned the bone. A heavy sigh and he was done with the first one, arm now no longer twisted in the wrong direction. He tested it, carefully moving his left arm. It would take time to heal, but it worked and that was what mattered, because he still had his leg. The cracks, the pops, they were louder than before, and a deep growl rumbled through Aless immediately after the fact. Again he leaned back and again he sighed, more of frustration than pain.

Oh, right, the kid. "Thanks." He said belatedly, "What's your name?" He looked at him closer now than before. He certainly had unusual hair. And the pyramid around his neck— Ah. He looked sharply at him, knowingly. " Who's in the pyramid?" Another entity, a spirit, hiding out of sight. Maybe it was rude to pry like this when the child just helped him, but oh his curiosity ached. He so wanted to know what was tied to that oversized pendant and why.

★ 000 words
★ Mutou Yugi
★ notes here

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[attr="class","TheHandmaiden03"]GOD OF WATER

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MADE BY MIZO❀

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[Mutou Yugi]

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The door's knob, simple as it was in any other context, had been a glass of cool water on a humid day at one hundred and eleven degrees. Regrettably, there was still another trek to go even once inside – namely to the sofa that the tall man had instructed he be led to. It was a good thing there was no blood to be seen (maybe he'd never get over that), seeing as Yugi, himself, could easily see much of the things between where they stood and their destination being stained crimson with just a single short walk. He'd been pushed around enough before to know how much of a pain it was to get blood stains out of fabric. Had he had a touch more of a morbid sense of humor, or at least thought, he might have wondered if that was why Domino High's boys' uniform was so much darker of a color than that of the girls' – easier to wash the blood out of later in the evening. Either way, they made it past the coffee table and to the aforementioned couch, the smaller of the two still panting despite mostly providing support for someone much too large to carry by himself. Had Jonouchi or Honda been here, he mused to himself, they could have hoisted the man onto their back and ran him here if the situation called for it; it would have been quicker and probably less painful, but the job was done and no word of complaint had been uttered yet. Often times, that was the best he could ask out of himself. The victory would have almost been impressive had he not forgotten his second set of instructions – namely flipping the sign in the window, likely from “open” to “closed” so potential customers would not enter to find the store's owner in a state of distress – in the glow of it. With a bit of a yelp, his legs carried him as quickly as they could across the room in order to see that little add on fulfilled.[break][break]

“I would look away,” the immortal advised, and while some measure of curiosity got the better of him, he complied with little more than a nod of the head. He'd never met an undying before, had half expected them to have rapidly, self-regenerating wounds that failed to ever look truly terrible, but if he had been told to look the other way, he could only imagine there was a reason for it. Even if he hadn't been told, though, he wasn't sure how long he'd actually be able to stand to look in that direction. For one thing, it would have grown terribly awkward terribly quick, sitting and staring someone go about their (likely gruesome) business. For another, it wasn't long after he had spun on his heel that the noises began, loud and terrible and oh-so-discomforting. Recollection couldn't call on a time when he'd ever had to sit through the sound of bone snapping on bone before, but the sound was incomparable, and he knew it for what it was immediately. Some part of him wanted to hold his hands over his ears just to keep the pollutant out, keep the horrible images in his head that accompanied them as far from his head as he could, but maybe that would be rude. It wasn't the man's fault, after all, that he had to do this. What kind of people would knowingly run someone over when completely aware that they couldn't die from it? In some ways, that was almost more cruel than running over someone they knew would die halfway through the wreck.[break][break]

The noises stopped long before he was addressed, but fear of turning to see something that couldn't be unseen kept Yugi rooted in place until he was. “Thanks,” came the simple word some time after the supposed regeneration process, and boy being spoken to turned to acknowledge it. “Y-You don't have to thank me! I just did what anyone would've. Not that I did all that much in the end, anyway...” It was true. He'd barely been useful in getting the stranger to his feet, he'd barely been useful in the walk from the street to the sofa, and he definitely hadn't been useful at all as the taller of the two snapped his body back into place. Still, though, he was asked what his name was – “Mutou Yugi, mister! You're welcome to call me Yugi, though. Most people do.” – but more peculiarly, he was asked about his Puzzle. It wasn't odd for people to ask about it in most cases, not at all! Most were curious about whether or not it was a fake gold, largely because few of the Domino High students could afford jewelry made of that much solid precious metal, and others took note of its Egyptian design and were more curious about its origins than its make. This person, however, was interested in neither. “Who's in the pyramid?”[break][break]

It was bizarre. It was out of nowhere. It made little sense. (It reminded him of Shadi.) The pyramid probably referred to the artifact around his neck, but that didn't shine any shred of light on what the question as a whole meant. “What do you mean, 'who's in the pyramid'?” the high schooler echoes, laughing somewhat forceably in the instance that this turned out to all be some oddly humored joke. Maybe this was what passed for comedy in other universes? Or maybe his laughter would only serve to make his company uncomfortable. (That would definitely make it a two-way street.) “If you're talking about my Millennium Puzzle, it's definitely not big enough to fit a whole person in it!”

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[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]yugi's in a constant state of "why are all these crazy people attracted to me, and why do they all think i have a split personality/someone living in my puzzle??

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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"You can call me Alessandro or Aless. It's nice to meet you, Yugi, but you know," He looked at him pointedly, "most people ran away. You say you did what anyone would do, but clearly you're the only one who did it. You're the only one who ran to me. Give yourself more credit, child. It would've been much more difficult for me to get here on my own, so again thank you for your help."

He watched Yugi closely. The way confusion crossed his face, the uncertainty and the forced laugh. Did he not know? He must not. Aless gave a small wave of his hand and a smile. "No, I'm sorry, that wasn't right. English isn't my first language and sometimes I get it all wrong. I think the correct wording is 'what is the pyramid.'" 'Millenium puzzle.' He ached to know the nature of the puzzle, but if the boy was unaware of the existence of the spirit inside, perhaps it was better to simply observe for now. It could be malicious, benevolent, or maybe somewhere inbetween. There was no way to know and so maybe it was better to leave it on its own.

He paused then and remembered the situation. He was getting ahead of himself, wasn't he. "I'm sorry, you helped me and here I am digging into potentially private matters." While he wore it casually, there was always the possibility that the history of it was more personal than it would seem, "You don't have to answer nor do you have to stay. You owe me nothing and I owe you quite a bit. If you want, though, I can pay you for your time and effort in a number of ways. Money, if you want, but I'm also in need of a part time worker here and you seem like a good kid. Of course I could do a number of other things for you, as well, such as fixing something that's broken or maybe just owing you a favor. You have quite a few options, actually."

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[Mutou Yugi]

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Alessandro was a name that certainly sounded foreign to his ears, and it only served as a stark reminder of how bizarre this island really was compared to the city he was so used to. He only spoke Japanese himself, after all, save for a few English words here and there, but something in the way the island worked funneled the words out of everyone else's mouths so that they could be understood by his less-than-multilingual mind. It was so easy to think that everyone else around him miraculously also spoke in his native tongue; hearing people's names, however, was as good a reminder as any that such was not the case. What language was this man speaking in now, then? English? The name sounded vaguely Italian, so perhaps it was that – or, considering his immortal nature, he could have been speaking a language vastly different than anything he'd ever heard, full of noises that his own mouth and throat could not produce. From lip reading, despite not getting a single word out of it, he could assume such was not the case, but then again, who knew? “It's nice to meet you, Yugi, but you know – most people ran away.” The boy in question blinked at the word, confused if only for a second before realizing that he was speaking both of his humble statement and of the witnesses who had fled from the scene of the crime. Already, he found himself looking down at his feet, unsure of how to take any kind of credit for what little work he did, but this man, this “Aless”, pressed on ever still. “You say you did what anyone would do, but clearly you're the only one who did it. You're the only one who ran to me. Give yourself more credit, child. It would've been much more difficult for me to get here on my own, so again, thank you for your help.” But that wasn't right. Most people were inherently good, his grandfather had always told him, so they wouldn't have just walked away from a person in need unless they had no choice but to. “Ah!” he couldn't help but exclaim, one possible answer out of a thousand dawning on him. “They might've been running to get help! They didn't know that you could fix yourselves, so they must have gone to find someone who could help.” Despite the fact that he'd ultimately ended up doing the right thing by running toward the injured man instead of away from him, he couldn't help but berate himself all the same for nothing thinking of that, himself, sooner. If circumstances had been normal (for him, at least), it would have been far better of him to have looked for the aid of someone who knew medical care, or at least the phone for the island police, than to have run toward the scene and found himself unable to help.[break][break]

Fortune must have been on his side, however, seeing as the immortal corrected himself rather than pressing the subject or cryptically moving along to another topic altogether. “No, I'm sorry, that wasn't right. English isn't my first language and sometimes I get it all wrong. I think the correct word is 'what is the pyramid'.” Oh, so he was speaking in English. Odd that he would be speaking in a language that wasn't his first when everything was translated, anyway; maybe he was attempting to connect to someone he thought spoke the same language in a way that only speaking the same words could. Either way, Yugi was thankful for the correction and the (false) consolation that yet another stranger had been asking him weird puzzles about other people in relation to his Puzzle. Before he'd even the chance to say anything, though, more words were tossed at him from the man on the couch: “I'm sorry. You helped me, and here I am digging into potentially private matters.” No, he wanted to say, it's not trouble at all, but he didn't even get the chance to get in a word edge-wise. “You don't have to answer, nor do you have to stay. You owe me nothing, and I owe you quite a bit. If you want, though, I can pay you for your time and effort in a number of ways. Money, if you want, but I'm also in need of a part time worker here, and you seem like a good kid. Of course, I could do a number of other things for you, as well, such as fixing something that's broken, or maybe just owing you a favor. You have quite a few options, actually.”[break][break]

All of this talking of owing him things and favors that would need to be paid later on; really, all he had done was help him to his feet and make sure he got to the sofa without toppling over! It hardly warranted the amount of gratitude he seemed to be getting. “No, no, don't worry about that! It wasn't like I helped you so you'd owe me anything...” And it was true. The thought hadn't even occurred to him until it was brought up just then. There was nothing of his that needed fixing, nor was there anything that he particularly needed to save up for. If there was one thing he would have asked for, undoubtedly, it would have been the ability to return home to Domino, but he had a feeling that even an immortal wouldn't have the power to do that. Assuming he did, why would he be stranded on the island, too? It did dawn on him, however, a moment later that there was one problem that he was having a hard time remedying by himself: rent. His first month was free, of course, to give he and other newcomers of similar situations time to seek out a job, but he hadn't had the time to do so, what with school running him ragged and he trying to get a hold on independent living in so small a time. Soon, they'd come knocking, and while he'd probably have first month's rent, who knew about those months after? “Well, actually... Now that you mention it... I do kind of need a job. But, um – if it's alright, I'd like to apply like anyone else! Don't feel like you have to hire me just because I helped you or anything!” Speaking of – Alessandro appeared to be much better than before, but that didn't guarantee perfect health. Better to make sure now while he still remembered to that everything was alright.[break][break]

“Are your injuries feeling any better now?”

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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"Running to get help." Alessandro echoed, a thin smile on his lips, "How kind of you to think so highly of others. Humans are, however, built to ensure their own survival. They ran away to ensure their own continued existence. You ran forward regardless of any threat to your own well being. Had you even considered that they might come back? Did you think about what danger you might put yourself in if they saw you with me?" Although, Aless had no intention of letting them endanger others. They would, of course, not get away with what they had done to him. While it was, all in all, a minor inconvenience, their sheer disrespect and outrageous response to his offer of services demanded a quick and harsh punishment. They wouldn't endanger others, because they wouldn't be around to do so. It was information he kept to himself, though. He wasn't in the habit of telling others he was going to commit a couple of murders that night. Especially not to a child.

Oh, so it was the job he wanted, not the money or favours. Had it been anyone else, Aless might have been pleasantly surprised, but already the boy had been insistent that he was owed nothing. The job benefited him, but also Aless, and so it made sense that he went for that offer of repayment. Even then, though— "You want to apply? Okay, that's fine. On my desk over there—" And he pointed behind him, to a desk against the far wall— "there's an application in the left drawer. You can go ahead and fill that out." And then Yugi pushed the topic back to his injuries. There was a static feeling radiating from each fracture as they stitched themselves back together, uncomfortable but tolerable for now. What would take humans weeks or months to heal, Aless handled in a few hours. "I'll be fine." He assured, "Since I'm not using any of the injured areas, they'll heal quickly and easily." Now that he was sitting, he had no reason to use his broken leg and his broken arm laid relaxed to his side, all gestures done with his right. As for his ribs, he didn't even visibly breathe. Air itself wasn't even necessary for him.

"Anyway, I like you, you seem like a good kid, so why don't we jump straight to the interview while you fill that out?" If Yugi wanted the formality of it all, Aless would give it to him. "One, do you know how to sew?"

★ 000 words
★ Mutou Yugi
★ heck

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“'Running to get help'. How kind of you to think so highly of others,” Alessandro said, and before the words had even finished leaving his lips, Yugi had an aching suspicion of where he intended to go with this. Unfortunately, for as kind as this man was otherwise, he was certain that he did not want to hear it. “Humans are, however, built to ensure their own survival. They ran away to ensure their own continued existence.” But that couldn't be. Well, maybe one person in that crowd fled in fear, but even if they had, who could exactly blame them? A hit and run, even when unintentional and caused by the culprit fleeing in panic over hurting someone rather than fleeing from the scene of the crime they knowingly committed, never looked like an accident, and the words he brought up next – running toward the potential danger, even at the risk of his own safety, perhaps not even thinking of it at all – could apply to all. But someone out there had to have been seeking aid. He simply refused to believe that it could be otherwise. “Not... Not everyone, though! I've met plenty of people who would risk themselves to help others!” Jonouchi, Honda, Anzu – all of them had stuck their necks out for him time and time again. If even timid Hanasaki could rise up against his oppressors for the sake of a friend, then he could believe that common people in the street would work together to help a stranger in need. If the island did not work that way, well then, it hardly deserved to be called a “utopia” at all. “And I wouldn't have cared if they came back or not. I wasn't going to leave you to die in the street!” So many people had shown him such overwhelming kindness, had done their best to teach him all of the ways to be strong in both heart and mind. What good were those lessons if he didn't use them when the people around him needed them most? He wasn't strong yet, not like his friends, but the key to getting there was standing up in the face of danger for the sake of good. He believed that with all of his heart; and he also believed that people had a drive to do much the same in their own lives.[break][break]

To his surprise, however, not only was his hesitant admittance of wanting a part-time job, here or anywhere else, accepted quite easily, but even his desire to fill out the application and apply as any other prospective employee would was noted and accounted for. The student had been expecting to be pressed some on the matter – but in thinking about it now, even from what little he knew of this man, it wasn't exactly a mental image that fit. He seemed intelligent, understanding, calm. It made sense, he guessed, that this would be the outcome. “On my desk over there – there's an application in the left drawer. You can go ahead and fill that out then.” All printed up and ready to go. How convenient! The Game Shop he worked at had always made others print out their own applications if they wanted them, but if memory served, they never had many people falling over themselves to land a part-time job there. The house on top must have given out the (correct) assumption that they were family owned and run, and likely didn't plan to branch out to too many strangers in need of income just shy of an emergency on either end. As he fished the papers out from the aforementioned desk, Aless continued speaking, assuring him that his injuries would be fine now that he was no longer up and about. Further inspection from a far did confirm that he was sitting rather stiffly, especially compared to the way most people sat, probably to give the damaged areas a bit of rest. How odd. In his mind, he'd always imagined that immortals could not be harmed at all in addition to their inability to die. Awfully inconvenient, it seemed, to have to feel pain just the same even when it had no real use.[break][break]

Papers in hand and the victim's safety ensured (at least, for now; if the thugs who had done this came back, a thought that never even really occurred to him then or later, there wouldn't have even been anything he could have done to help), Yugi was all prepped and set to say his goodbyes and wish the man well, but before he could even take the breath he needed to do so, the man in question beat him to the punch. A very different punch. “Anyway, I like you. You seem like a good kid. So why don't we jump straight to the interview while you fill that out?” What? The interview? Now? No time like the present! he could hear in his mind, but that typically applied to things that didn't require as much professionalism and practice as something like a job interview. Realistically, he'd probably already secured his spot through his prior actions, but he really did only want to get it through his own merits in regards to the work, not his willingness to help a stranger. “A-are you sure? I mean, I – I haven't practiced for anything like this before, um -” But off and away they were, the first question already tossed out into the open air: “One, do you know how to sew?”[break][break]

Sew. Sew? Oh, well, this was a tailoring establishment; it only made sense that their employers should be familiar with the art of sewing clothes. Regrettably for him, he'd never really touched a suit, and the only one he'd ever even seen was the one his grandpa had hanging up in his closet from his old gambling days. “Well – sort of? My mom taught me how to hand stitch so I could patch up holes in my clothes if she was too busy to do it. But my lines could be a little straighter... And I don't have much experience with a sewing machine...”

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[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]way to go, yugi, nailing your interview so far. =w=b

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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"Oh, yes, there are always good people and I'm sure you might consider some of those who ran away good people, but they still ran away." He paused and shook his head, "Have you really only been surrounded by kindness in your life? How lucky you are. It's good to believe in others, but be careful. People will take advantage of that to hurt you or use you to hurt others." The boy was clearly an idealist. Had he been hiring him for actual Business, that quality alone would've ruined his chances of the position, but this was a tailoring store and he had no intention of dragging the boy into his affairs. People might abuse his kindness, but Aless was not going to be one of them.

"Don't worry about it. The standard of stiff and formal interviews where one makes unreasonable demands and the other lies their way to the job is ridiculous and I am very much against it. This is fine. You'll be fine," He assured with a slight and gentle smile, "Oh, there should be some pens around here somewhere if you want to fill that out while we talk." The application wasn't particularly difficult. It asked for the applicant's name, age, desired responsibilities, requested wage, and then featured a table where they could mark their available hours each day of the week.

"So you know the basics, good. We can work up from there. Two, have you ever worked in retail before?" He continued on, pulling questions off the top of his head and only half memorizing the answers. If Yugi wanted to work here, there would be training and the degree of which hardly mattered to him. Patience was bred by age. Most of it wasn't difficult work, anyway. Tailoring itself would be the hardest part, but if Yugi wanted to focus on the sales aspect then they could skip it entirely. This whole ordeal was a formality brought because Yugi wanted it. Aless would've hired him on the spot, really. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have ulterior motives, though. His other business of cleaning up other people's messes left him leaving work suddenly and for uncertain amounts of time. Business hours were erratic at best and Yugi would help stabilize them. As long as he could leave it in his care for a few hours things would run much smoother. And then there was the puzzle around his neck. Aless ached to know about it and he hoped he might find out if Yugi took the job.

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“Have you really only been surrounded by kindness in your life?”[break][break]

This wasn't the first time that someone had asked Yugi this question. Perhaps not strictly of the same wording, no, but certainly based on the same assumption that his optimism was based on a childhood of fantasy. Now, he'd never personally claim to have come from a “troubled” past. Despite his father's absence, they always still had word of him, and his grandfather and mother made very sure to ensure that he had more than enough love and support to keep him going, regardless of the fact that his pool of friends had been a stagnant number of one for nearly all of his life. There was always food on the table, a roof over their head, a game shop to keep him entertained even when all others fled for the courts rather than pay him any mind. But even he, bright-eyed and hopeful, could not say with full honesty that his life had necessarily been perfect. Hall monitors did not threaten to carve a person up for not paying a ridiculous sum of money in a “perfect life”. Gangs didn't kidnap their friends, upperclassman didn't destroy their hard work for a cooking class, shop keeps didn't send criminals after them to steal their belongings – not in “perfect life”. Very vividly, now, he could see the image of a brainwashed Yoshimori with his hands knotted tightly around Jonouchi's throat and blood lust in his eyes and – no, no, he has not only been surrounded by kindness in his life. But his grandpa's friend had been in a state in which he could not control himself then, and Anzu's quick thinking and globe swinging had made it so Jonouchi could live to breathe breaths anew. (If only Yugi were back home to see it with his own eyes still.) Even Shadi, for all of his mysterious and dangerous ways, had ultimately kept his word and let Anzu go when... well, he couldn't actually remember what it was that had put her life in danger, if anything, or what he'd done to get her out of it, but he had some innate feeling that some transaction had been promised, and some transaction had been seen through to its promised end on that fateful night. It wasn't a matter of never having seen the wrongs in the world; it was a matter of being able to see past them and into the complicated psyches of the people who did those wrongs. … Or something like that? True evil didn't exist in the mortal realm; it was just something he refused to believe. “It is good to believe in others,” the man continued, “but be careful. People will take advantage of that to hurt you or use you to hurt others.”[break][break]

A fine thought to have, one bred, perhaps, of having seen too little kindness in one's past. The thought struck him with a dose of curiosity – but this was a person he had just met, and asking for something like a life story now was even crazier than the look of the hair atop his head. Either way, he found himself having a hard time necessarily agreeing with the sentiment. It had been his belief in his supposed “bullies” that had earned him the friends he had today. What sort of life would he have lead if he hadn't trusted in Jonouchi and Honda on that day so long ago? “If I don't believe in others, though...” he started, choosing his words carefully as he did (a part of him certain that the words would mean nothing to someone who'd lived longer, seen more harm with his eyes, but another part certain that he couldn't go on without saying something), “than how can I expect people to believe in me?”[break][break]

They weren't here anymore to talk about the fine line between good and evil on the spectrum of individuals' moral codes, however. They were here to talk business: namely his potential employment at this specific business, apparently. Fretting over his inexperience and inevitable inability to preform his part in the standard work interview correctly, however, appeared to do him no good, and a bit (albeit not all) of his nerves were quelled by the eloquent words spoken to him: “Don't worry about it. The standard of stiff and formal interviews where one makes unreasonable demands and the other lies their way to the job is ridiculous, and I am very much against it. This is fine. You'll be fine.” He'd be fine – alright. If Alessandro said so, than it gave the student enough of a boost to calm his rapid heartbeat, even just enough to stop bouncing so nervously on his toes. On instruction, he snatched the nearest pen in sight – not far, considering he'd barely taken two strides from the desk he'd gotten the papers from – and went about scrawling down what bits of information struck him as obvious. Name, age... simple things. When it came to responsibilities and wages, however, he couldn't help but find himself a bit stumped, scratching at his massive head of hair with one hand as he held the page closer to his face with the other. “Um... Mr. Aless? Is it alright to, um, leave some of these blank if I don't know how to answer?” What was the standard wage of a place like this? He was familiar with what he made at the game shop back in Domino, but that was more of an allowance than anything else. Not to mention the pricing and value of currency here seemed drastically different than what he was used to in Japan. What was the typical wage there numerically could look entirely different than what was typical from Tomodachi Island, or even where the tailor, himself, came from.[break][break]

Yugi's weak mention of being able to hand sew was apparently enough to qualify for “the basics”, which were “good” and could be “worked up from”. (He tried to ignore the potential that the skills did not qualify at all, in reality, and these words were only spoken because they came from the lips of a man “indebted” to him.) “Two, have you ever worked in retail before?”[break][break]

“Oh!” he started, certain of his yes on this one... until he paused to wonder if the Kame Game store counted as standard “retail,” being family owned and all. “Well... sort of? Jii-chan owned a game shop back home that I worked at for nearly all of my life. As soon as I could read, write, and do math, anyway!” Pausing and frowning, he added: “I'm not sure if that's all that similar to this kind of job, though.”

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[attr="class","heartsteeltags"]1125 words for Alessandro Bonasera

[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]if only the application process actually ran this smoothly. c':

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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There was a change in Yugi's face. Subtle, but he saw it. Perhaps, then, he did not have kindness all around him. To be beaten, but still believe in others was an admirable trait. One Aless would call naive and foolish, but admirable nonetheless. And still then in the face of Aless' cynicism, the boy stood firm. Really, Aless had expected him to say "treat others the way you want to be treated," a phrase repeated so much it lost its meaning. A saying told to children to extend to kindness to bullies, because that is what will stop the fists beating into them. Yugi's words differed, but they held the same meaning and intention. If the boy came from a world where kindness could solve problems, then he was jealous. How nice that must be. Alessandro smiled thinly, but gave no reply as he allowed the conversation to properly focus on the matter at hand: The interview.

Alessandro had put effort into making the application simple, which was the say he put very little effort to the application as a whole. Most things simply didn't apply on the island anyway. Where one might lack their own cars or bikes, most things on the island were within a doable walking distance and even if they didn't want to walk, public transportation reliably provided. The school system standard of gauging intelligence degraded in the face of so many who didn't have an established school system or whose systems were so wildly different as to be incomparable. And he didn't care to hear why someone might want to work for him. Nine times out of ten it was simple: Money. He didn't want to hear the brown nosing. "Oh, I've always loved suits and had such an admiration for tailors! I would love to learn the trade!" It's money they want and that was perfectly acceptable to him. "That's fine. Whatever you don't know, leave blank and we can discuss it later." He assured, but he did wonder, what was it he didn't know? Maybe the wages or the available hours. Alessandro didn't know how the school system on the island worked, but Yugi looked young enough to attend. Perhaps he didn't know his class schedule.

"Oh, a game shop?" He hummed, "It's certainly different from the clothing business, but it's okay. You've worked in customer service before and that's what matters. That's really all the questions I have. Anything you don't know you can be trained in easily enough. When do you want to start?"

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★ Mutou Yugi
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[attr="class","TheHandmaiden03"]GOD OF WATER

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No response to his talk of belief in those around him the hope for a mutual understanding in himself and the people around him. Optimism spoke lengths of how that must have meant that he'd won this not-argument, at least as much as a friendly discussion could be won, but the forced smile on the older man's face and the realism of the situation had him settling on the most likely of the two options: there wasn't a point in denying the fact because nothing said could prove or disprove it. What sort of person would intentionally tear down on the hopeful thoughts of a school boy, anyway? Someone as kind as to offer a complete stranger a job for doing nothing beyond helping him to his feet and making sure he didn't fall over wasn't likely to be the sort. But that was fine. He'd met many who didn't think the same way as he did, had close acquaintances who would tell him it was nice that he thought that way with some level of pity in their gaze. People had their reasons for believing what they did. After all, just as he couldn't necessarily be proven wrong, he also couldn't be proven right. Maybe his tenancy to think the best in others unless proven entirely wrong was the cause of a plethora of his problem, could even some day be his undoing. Better to be undone with hope in his heart, he thought, than to be cynical all the way through to his senior years – and by that time, the cynicism was basically guaranteed in anyone! “Oh, um – sorry,” he said instead, laughing at himself in hindsight. They hadn't spoken of anything too deep (and a meeting based entirely around a murder attempt had already disqualified their coming together as a “normal interaction”), but morality and the likes were usually better suited for a second or third meeting, as opposed to a first-time interaction. How silly of him. “I didn't mean to preach at you or anything, um...” What were they talking about again? Not his social blunders, but...[break][break]

“That's fine. Whatever you don't know, leave blank and we can discuss it later.”[break][break]

Yes, right, right. The application in his hand. Just a different type of blunder. Leave it to him to not even be able to fill out something as simple as this, and over something so small as wages and the like. At least Alessandro was so outwardly understanding, but part of him couldn't help but wonder how long he could test the poor man's patience, especially when he had to deal with injuries that, while healing rapidly, would still take time before they stopped giving him grief. Pumped full of guilt that was unreasonable at best, he slid the unfinished application over – everything filled but the wages and responsibilities in question – and said, “Oh, alright. I think I'm done, then. Hopefully everything looks okay?”This was still all formality, and he knew that, but he wanted to make sure he at least did this right. Charity was a sign of kindness, but it was so easy to use and abuse, and he wouldn't allow himself to do just that, on accident or otherwise. He listened as the tailor spoke of his experience – definitely different, there being virtually no obvious connection between games of most variety and a place that hand crafted suits, but customer service carried over just about anywhere, and it would supposedly do him well here. “That's really all the questions I have.” Wait – that was it? Between how short the paper was that he filled out and the whole two questions asked of him, he couldn't help but wonder just how far this actually differed from standard job fair. People prepared for this sort of thing, dolled themselves up to look nice, worried themselves sick over how well they would do; it couldn't all lead up to something this... this easy. “H...huh? That's – Are you sure?” Oh, what a stupid question. He was the man asking the questions, of course he would know when he was fresh out of them. “Anything you don't know, you can be trained in easily enough. When do you want to start?” … Huh. So it really was that easy. In that case -[break][break]

“Right – Right now! I can start now!” Yes, yes, best to hop on these things as soon as possible if there was training involved. He would hate to be a strain on his (what must now be current?) employer for not knowing how to preform basic work required of the job. Oh, but – in hindsight, he had homework tonight, a roommate who was expecting him to be home, and expecting the injured man to hand him a job on a silver platter and also teach him to sew while still in pain wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had. “Or... Well, maybe not right now. You need rest if you want to get better, and I should probably be getting home soon.” He paused for a moment, thinking, before a solution dawned on him. Pulling out his mobile device, he asked, “Um, did you have these where you're from? If you didn't, I can explain, but – If you want to get a hold of me when you're all fixed up, we can start then! If... If that's okay with you!”

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[attr="class","heartsteelnotes"]yugi's shy, but he doesn't talk in the stereotypical "shy person" speech, so trying to get his dialogue sounding right is kind of hard. *strokes invisible beard*

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[Alessandro Bonasera]

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Heavens, the anxiety he felt when Yugi so excitedly proclaimed that now, he could start now, and then the relief that followed when he revised his statement. He was in absolutely no mood to do training now, let alone in the physical condition to do it. He was grateful to Yugi, but even his cheeriness couldn't cure Aless soured mood. How inconvenient this all was. His quiet days would be noisy for the next few, he supposed. He would have to make an example of those who attacked him and then deal with the consequences of murder. Someone was watching him, he was sure, and he wasn't confident he could kill his attackers without being seen. Yugi was, for the sake of his own safety, best kept at a distance for now. Him getting caught in the crossfire would only cause trouble.

The dangers of mere proximity aside, broken bones were still stitching themselves back together. Any training that could happen today would be minimal and much more time consuming than necessary since Yugi would have to rely on verbal intructions. It wasn't worth the effort, really. Later, when he could move without pain, it would be much easier to teach him the different kinds of suits, the lapels, buttons, all of it. Contact was an initial issue, but Yugi provided an answer before Aless could.

"I know what a cellphone is, don't worry." He said with a small wave of his hand, "I can text you a preliminary schedule later. I'll have to take a look at some things, but I'll have it done tonight. What's your number? You can just write it on your application, if you want." He hadn't taken his outside with him, thankfully, because the battery had died. He'd left it plugged into his laptop charge, but it was at his desk in the back, far out of reach.

★ 000 words
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[attr="class","TheHandmaiden02"]ENKI

[attr="class","TheHandmaiden03"]GOD OF WATER

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MADE BY MIZO❀

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