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Title: Que Sera, Fifty Themes Challenge
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Humor, drabbles
Summary: Fifty themes challenge for my NaNoWriMo 2010 characters, Starbuck and Hollister. Most drabbles take place after the story is set, but some are during and will most likely be included in the final work, in some format.
1. Spice
“What are you doing?” Starbuck asks as Hollister wraps arms around him from behind and proceeds to sniff his hair.
“You smell good,” he says by way of explanation. “Like cinnamon and nutmeg.”
“That’s because I’m making muffins, stupid,” he says, shoving him off. “Now go away, I have teachers I need to bribe.”
2. Glasses
“Do you think my glasses make me look like a geek?” Hollister asks him one afternoon.
“Of course,” Starbuck says without look up from his book. He doesn’t hear Hollister answer like he usually would, and he lifts his gaze to see the other man looking at him with a very hurt expression on his face. He rolls his eyes. “It’s a good thing, dumbass,” he says.
Hollister frowns and looks back at the mirror. “Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” Starbuck insist. “Now shut up. I’m trying to read.”
3. School
“It’s official!” Starbuck declares as he bursts into the apartment. “I’m graduating in the spring! I will finally, finally be done with school! Forever!”
“That’s great!” Hollister says from the couch. “And then you can start look for unpaid internship or, if you’re really lucky, a job!”
“Oh. Yeah,” Starbuck says. “Fuck.”
4. Bottle
“Here,” Hollister says when he gets home, and sets down a bottle of champagne on the table.
Starbuck frowns. “What’s this for?”
“For celebrating,” he says, smiling. “I was going to get you something else, too, but I didn’t have time, what with finals coming up and all. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
His frown deepens. “Make what up to me?”
“Um... Our anniversary?”
“Today is our anniversary?”
5. Doll
“Starbuck, what are you doing?” Hollister asks as he enters a toy aisle at Target. “We’re supposed to be looking at digital cameras.”
“Reminiscing,” Starbuck sighs, gazing at the Barbie dolls. “I always wanted one of these as a kid.”
“A Barbie doll?”
“Yeah.”
“... You’re so-
“If you say you’re so gay, I swear to God I will punch you in the balls.”
“-cute. I was going to say cute.” Hollister smiles at him.
“No, you weren’t,” Starbuck says as they walk away. “But I’ll let it slide.”
6. Mouse
“What’s that?” Starbuck asks, pointing to a small, very worn stuffed mouse sitting on Hollister’s shelf.
Hollister looks up and his cheeks flush, just a little. “That’s Mister Twinkle,” he says sheepishly.
“Mister who?”
“Mister Twinkle. He was my favorite stuffed animal as a child. He used to sleep with me every night. He was like my best friend.” He sees Starbuck staring at him, and his cheeks flush deeper. “Please don’t judge me.”
Starbuck just sighs and shakes his head, and reminds himself to hide Mister Noodles the stuffed bear when he gets home.
7. Socks
Hollister has not stopped staring at his feet the entire time he has been doing his homework.
Starbuck is getting sick of it.
“What?” he finally snaps, slamming his textbook shut and glaring at Hollister, who just continues to look at his feet.
“Your socks,” he says after a moment, and Starbuck looks down.
“What about them?”
“They have pink flying pigs on them. With hearts.”
He frowns. “So?”
Hollister looks up, and opens his mouth as though about to say something, but pauses, and then shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, and while Starbuck doesn’t believe him, he just goes back to his reading.
A moment later, Hollister says, “Just... You can be so gay sometimes.”
“Bite me.”
8. Laundry
“Your shirts are all nice and soft,” Starbuck says as he runs a hand along Hollister’s sleeve. “How do you do that?”
Hollister gives him a confused look. “Fabric softener?”
“Oh.” That would make sense.
9. Heaven
“What do you think heaven is?” Hollister asks him one day.
“Heaven?” Starbuck frowns. “Heaven is a giant bowl of chili that I could swim in all day and eat as much as I want to and not get full or fat.”
Hollister stares. “A giant bowl of chili,” he repeats.
“Yup. With cheddar cheese pool noodles and sour cream inner tubes. Oh, and a side of cornbread on the side that I can go sun myself on when I get tired of swimming.”
“... You’re crazy.”
He grins. “I know.”
10. Hell
“He thinks I’m going to hell you know,” Hollister says as they get into the car.
“Your dad?”
“Yeah.”
Starbuck sighs. “You know that’s not true, right?”
Hollister sighs. “Sometimes I don’t know,” he admits, and turns to look out the window.
Starbuck watches him for a moment before he moves to grip his shoulder. “Hey,” he says softly. “Even if it is true-which it’s not-just remember, I’ll be right there with you. So it can’t be that bad, right?”
Hollister says nothing for several long moments, but eventually he turns to look back at Starbuck with a small, shaky smile. “Yeah,” he says. “I guess it won’t.”
11. Tent
Starbuck comes back from collecting firewood to see the tent in a mess at Hollister’s feet and the man in question looking helplessly at the directions. “You really weren’t kidding about being useless.”
Hollister’s cheeks flush. “Shut up,” he says, handing Starbuck the directions. “It’s hard.”
“You have step by step directions.”
“So did you when we were trying to set up the IKEA furniture.”
His cheeks flush as well. “That was different. There were no words,” he snaps, but says nothing else as he begins setting the tent up.
12. Movie
“So if your favorite movie of all time is Beauty and the Beast, what’s your second favorite movie?”
“None of your damn business,” Starbuck snaps, and then freezes as he realizes he basically just screwed himself.
“Oh?” Hollister smiles. “That means it’s embarrassing. So, let’s see-”
“Shut up.”
“-if you’re a closet romantic-”
“Shut up.”
“-then it’s probably something really cheesy-”
“Shut. Up.”
“-and a total chick flick.” There’s a pause, and then he gasps. “Oh my God, it’s Titanic, isn’t it?!”
Starbuck throws a book at his head.
13. Game
“You’re an idiot,” Winston tells him. “I hope you know that.”
“I’m not-”
“He’s playing you, Starbuck!” he yells. “You really think David cares about you, at all, even as a sex partner?! He’s playing you for an idiot because you’re starting to get attached and you’re falling for it!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. David and I are fine,” Starbuck insists.
“No, you’re...” He stops, and then sighs. “You know what? Fine. If you want to get your heart broken again, that’s fine by me. See if I care.”
“You do,” Starbuck says quietly, but Winston doesn’t hear him.
14. Shell
“I always thought cowry shells were really pretty,” Hollister says as they browse through a jewelry stand at the Eastern Market.
“So do I,” Starbuck says, picking up a necklace and examining it.
“Did you know they symbolize female fertility?” the woman behind the table says, and they both look at her.
“Really?” Hollister says. “How’s that?”
She smiles. “Look at them really closely,” she suggests.
They both do so, and after a moment, Starbuck shrieks and drops the necklace. “Holy fuck, they’re all vaginas!” he yells, and Hollister doubles over laughing.
15. Radio
“So,” Hollister says as they watch Starbuck struggle to fix the stereo. “At what point do we cut him off?”
“When he starts singing Lady GaGa songs,” Winston says, and as soon as the words have left his mouth, Starbuck manages to turn on the radio.
“Hey!” he exclaims. “It’s that one song with the gun boobies! I fucking love this song!” He giggles and begins to yell loudly, “Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro! I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, my Fernando!”
As he continues singing, Hollister looks at Winston. “So, now?” he says.
“Yeah.” Winston nods. “Now is good.”
16. Motorcycle
“I want a motorcycle someday,” Starbuck says as they watch the movie.
Hollister snorts. “Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to end this friendship right now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I really don’t feel like going to visit you in prison after you get arrested for vehicular manslaughter.”
“Fuck you.”
17. Photograph
“What is it?” Starbuck asks as he notices Hollister grimace while he looks at his phone.
“I really don’t think you want to know,” he says as he hits delete.
“Does it have anything to do with that party last weekend where we got more drunk than I think I’ve ever been in my life?”
“Probably.”
“Were we in dresses?”
“And high heels.”
“Make-up?”
“Like a prostitute.”
“Did Winston send you the photos?”
“Yep.”
“Great.” He sighs. “So now I have to go barter with him so he can’t use them as blackmail material. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” Hollister says, and gives him a kiss.
18. Ghost
“This house is fucking haunted,” Hollister hisses.
“It’s not haunted, it’s just old,” Starbuck insists as he try to settle into a comfortable position on the bed. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I hear moaning.”
“That’s the wind.”
“And cackling.”
“That’s the heating system, it need to be replaced.”
“What-”
But Starbuck never finds out what Hollister was going to say, because at that moment someone barges into their room sporting claws and a hideous, wart ridden face, and as Starbuck gets kicked off the bed as Hollister screams and tries to make a run for it, he finds himself wishing, not for the first time, that he didn’t have any cousins.
19. Smile
“How can you always tell when I’m nervous or uncomfortable?” Hollister asks him out of the blue one day.
Starbuck frowns. “Why?”
“I’ve always thought I was really good at hiding it,” he says. “Nobody else seems to be able to tell, but you always know.”
“Oh. Well, when you smile, normally, you get these little dimples in your cheeks. But when you’re nervous or upset, they don’t show up,” Starbuck explains.
“... Really?”
“Yeah.”
“... So I’ll never be able to fool you into thinking I’m not nervous or upset unless I don’t smile?”
“I don’t know why you would anyway, but no. I will always be able to read you like a book.”
“... Damn.”
20. Eggs
“Hollister,” Starbuck says, ripping the book he’s holding out of his hands. “We have an emergency.”
“Oh my God, what?”
“We’re out of eggs.”
“... Eggs?”
“Yes, eggs!” Starbucks cries. “You know, eggs, those things I eat every morning that give me the protein and energy I need to be able to function like a normal human being? What the hell am I supposed to do if I don’t have any eggs?!”
“... Eat cereal?”
21. Couch
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Hollister pants. “We’ve totally stained the upholstery.”
“Mmm,” Starbucks murmurs, snuggling closer. “We’ll just buy a new couch.”
“Starbuck, we just just bought this couch six months ago.”
“So?”
Hollister sighs. “Never mind.”
22. Dream
“I had a prophetic dream last night,” Starbuck tells Winston.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Everything was in black and white except for little splashes of blue every so often, and both Hollister and I were dressed in nice clothes and being bathed in flower petals.”
Winston raises an eyebrow. “How is that prophetic?”
“It’s a sign that our wedding needs to be fairly traditional with it’s color scheme and that we should get get married in the spring under the cherry trees.
“Starbuck, he has a girl-”
“Just shut up and let me have my moment, okay?”
23. Direction
(Fuck this prompt. Seriously, fuck it.)
24. Pray
“Hollister,” Starbuck says. “Look.”
Hollister turns to see a bunch of protestors in the front of the White House, looking to Christian conservatives spouting their normal crazy ideas, particularly their opinions on homosexuals. “What?”
Starbuck just gives a look, and Hollister rolls his eyes. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please with sugar on top?”
“No.”
“Pretty please with sugar on top and I’ll make dinner tonight?”
Hollister opens his mouth to say no, and then considers. “Fine,” he says after a moment. “But make it quick.”
Starbuck just grins and pulls him in for a very through, very heated kiss.
25. Anger
“How do I know you didn’t just take advantage of me while I was drunk?!” Hollister yells, and Starbuck feels his heart break.
“How could you even think that?!” he screams back. “I’m might be gay, but I’m not a creep! I can’t believe you would say something like that! I thought you were my friend!”
“I thought you were mine too!” Hollister snaps. “But why else would we be in a bed naked together after getting drunk!”
“I don’t know!” Starbucks yells, and tries not to think about how his world is crumbling.
26. Liquor
I am never, ever, ever getting drunk ever again, Starbuck thinks as he flees the building, tears in his eyes and heart a shattered mess in his chest.
27. Fence*
“What are you reading?” Hollister asks after spending a minute looking over Starbuck’s shoulder.
Starbuck huffs, annoyed. “It’s a story that’s like a combination of The Wizard of Oz and A Christmas Carol but with Halloween and gay people,” he says. “Now shut up and leave me alone.”
“That sounds insane.”
“It’s wonderful. Didn’t I just say leave me alone?”
“Yeah, but I’m ignoring you,” Hollister says, and jumps over the couch, landing with a thump next to him. “Scoot, I want to read too.”
28. Drive
"I'm driving," Starbuck declares as he leads his drunken friends from the party.
“You can’t drive!” Winston slurs, stumbling as he walks. “You’re a terrible driver!”
“But he’s the only one who isn’t drunk,” Hollister says, nodding wisely before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”
The answer to that question, Hollister thinks as he tries not to puke all over the care while Starbuck swerves and starts screaming profanities out the window, is not one he wants to think about.
29. Headphones
“Starbuck?”
Starbuck doesn’t answer; he’s got his music on and is bobbing along to the beat. Hollister sighs.
“Starbuck!”
Still no answer.
“Starbuck!”
He jumps, and looks over. “What?”
“Will you take those damn headphones out of your ears? You’re going to go deaf!”
“What?”
“I said, you’re going to go deaf!”
“What?”
“I said-” he begins to say, and then catches on. “You’re a jerk,” he says.
Starbuck grins. “I know.”
30. Family
“Can I ask you a question?” Hollister says as they begin putting their clothes away.
“What?”
“Why is one half of your family wearing hippie clothes, toting around hemp bags and don’t seem to understand what the term shaving means while the other is wearing camouflage, baseballs caps and all the men have crew cuts?”
“Oh. Because my dad’s side of the family are all a bunch of liberal hippies and the mom’s side of the family are all conservative rednecks.”
“... So exactly what are you family reunions like?”
“Really loud and usually quite violent. Also you may have to smoke an entire joint by yourself and shoot a deer if you want to accepted as one of us.”
“... Oh dear.”
31. Desk
“This is retarded.”
“Calm down.”
“No!” Starbuck throws the directions at Hollister and glares. “I hate IKEA. I don’t know why I let you talk me into getting furniture there, they suck.”
“Because it’s cheap and doesn’t suck, you’re just not ready the directions properly.” He studies the paper for a moment. “Look, see, this screw is supposed to go here. You just had it upside down.”
Starbuck continues to glare. “Shut up.”
32. Comic
He finds it one day as he’s helping Hollister pack up his things for the move. “Hollister,” he asks slowly as he picks the comic carefully out from it’s place at the bottom of his closet. “What is this?”
Hollister looks over and frowns. “Oh, that? My grandpa got that for me as a birthday present one year after the Spider-Man movie came out because I said I liked it, and he had some old comic books from back when he was a kid that he thought I might enjoy. I don’t think I ever looked at it.”
He hasn’t. The seal on the plastic is still unbroken. The comic itself looks to be in near perfect condition. “Hollister, this is Spider-man issue number fourteen,” he says.
“Yeah, so?”
“This is worth four thousand dollars.”
“... What?!”
33. CD
“What is this?” Starbuck asks as Hollister hands him something.
“It’s a CD I burned for you. It has all of my favorite songs on it. I figured it was a good way to share.”
Starbuck looks at it. “So it’s a mix CD?”
“Well... Yeah, I guess.”
“That’s so...” He’s about to say cute, but he suspects that won’t go over well. “Eighties of you,” he finishes lamely.
Hollister blushes sheepishly. “Is that a bad thing?”
Starbuck smiles. “No,” he says sincerely. “It’s great. Thank you.”
34. Fear
Hollister wakes one morning to find Starbuck clinging tightly to him with his face buried in his chest. “Hey,” he says. “What’s wrong?”
Starbuck looks up and Hollister is surprised to find that his eyes are red and just a little puffy. “I had a dream that you dumped me for some hot blond chick with huge boobs,” he says quietly, and Hollister doesn’t miss how his voice shakes.
He sighs. “It was just a dream,” he says, moving so he can pull Starbuck against him and kiss him softly, soothing away the nightmares.
35. Water
“Remind me again why we’re showering together?” Hollister asks as he soaps up Starbuck’s back.
“Because the water bills has been really high the last couple of months and we’re trying to cut back on expense,” he says. “Besides, I haven’t had a chance to have shower sex with you yet.”
“I’m not having shower sex!”
“What? Why?”
“Because we could slip on the tile, crack our heads and die of internal bleeding or brain hemorrhaging?”
“... Well thanks a lot, Mr. Killjoy.”
36. Sex
“So, um...” Hollister says as Starbuck slides next to him on the bed, threading fingers through his hair. “How, um... How does think... work? I mean, I know how it works, but I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never...” He trails off, looking helpless and slightly afraid, and Starbuck kisses him softly.
“Have you ever done anal with a girl?” he asks, and Hollister snorts.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Okay. But you’ve had sex before, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s the same principle, just with an ass instead of a vagina. And you need a lot more lube.”
“... You are going to have to be so much more specific,” Hollister says, and Starbuck laughs.
37. Home
“Your apartment lease is up soon,” Hollister says casually one day.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, it’s just... Mine is too.”
Starbuck looks up from his book and eyes Hollister carefully. “Yes?” he says.
“Well, I just... I thought that maybe...” He clears his throat and blushes. “Maybe... Instead of renewing your lease, you might want to go... Go look for a new apartment. With, um... With me?”
Starbuck is very nearly struck speechless. “Really?” he says, and Hollister nods. A warm, happy bubble of joy balloons in his stomach, and he smiles. “Sure.”
38. Shirt
“Have you seen my grey zombie shirt?” Starbuck asks when Hollister calls him from Seattle.
He hears a suspicious cough on the other end of the line and then Hollister says, in a very sheepish voice. “Yeah. I um... I kind of brought it with me.”
“... Why?”
“It smells like you.”
“... So?”
“So, it’s... It’s easier for me to relax now when I can smell you. Because you smell good.”
“... You’re retarded,” Starbuck says, trying very hard to ignore the part of him that wants to swoon.
39. Star
“Star,” Aunt Daisy says. “Can you please pass the green beans?”
“Please don’t call me Star, Aunt Daisy,” Starbuck says.
“Yeah!” Uncle Roy exclaims, slamming his fist on the table. “Ya gotta call him Buck, crazy woman! Everybody knows that Star is a girl’s name!”
“I really don’t want to be called Buck either, Uncle Roy.”
“Well, then what do you want to be called, Star?”
“Just Starbuck, please.”
“Well, that’s stupid. Ya need a nickname, son!” Uncle Roy turns to Hollister. “What do you call him?” he asks.
“Sugar baby pumpkin pie,” Hollister says without missing a beat, and barely manages to dodge the punch the follows.
41. Snow
(Note: Starbuck is originally from Wisconsin.)
“Hey,” Starbuck says when Hollister picks up. “I don’t have to work tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to go get dinner?”
“Tonight? Wouldn’t that be kind of dangerous?”
Starbuck frowns. “Why?”
“Well, I mean... There’s four inches of snow outside.”
“So?”
“So that’s hazardous. We could slip and fall on a hidden ice patch or a car could loose control and crash into us on the sidewalk.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Starbuck snaps. “All you stupid DC people are all a bunch of sissies, you know that?”
41. Comfort
Lainey is dead. His mom called with the news this morning.
Starbuck sits on the couch, a book in his hands, but he’s not reading. He’s just staring at the wall and trying very hard not to think about the wonderful, happy, energetic border collie that was his best friend for so many years and whom he’s never going to see again.
He hears the door open, and looks up to see Hollister stepping inside, holding a bag of takeout. “Here,” he says. “I got you some chili from Ben’s.”
Strabuck just looks at him, and Hollister comes over, setting the bag on the coffee table. “Your mom called this morning,” he says by way of explanation.
Starbuck blinks rapidly a few times, then nods and leans into Hollister, who wraps his arms around him without a word.
42. Closet
“I think he’s a closet case,” Starbuck says.
“Are you sure that’s not just wishful thinking?” Winston asks him, and he sighs.
“Honestly?” he says. “I have no fucking idea.”
43. Cards
“Hey,” Winston greets him when he sees Hollister at CVS. “What are you doing here?”
“Trying to pick out a card for Starbuck’s birthday,” he says, frowning as he puts back another reject. “It’s really hard.”
“Don’t waste your time, then,” Winston says. “Starbuck doesn’t like cards.”
“He doesn’t?”
“No, he thinks they’re lazy. He says he’d rather just here the person wish him a happy birthday.”
“Oh.” Hollister looks at his phone and grimaces. “Well, there goes a half hour of my life I’ll never get back.”
44. Breathe
Starbuck hates breathing.
Breathing is annoying. It’s inconvenient. It’s stupid and mean and a jerk and he hates it because if he didn’t need to breathe, then he would never have to stop kissing Hollister because of his stupid need for air.
“Okay, seriously,” Hollister gasps as he forces Starbuck to break away. “I can only go for so long without breathing. You do know it only takes two minutes of not breathing to pass out, right?”
“But you taste like apples and cinnamon sugar,” Starbuck pouts.
“Great. I’m going to taste like dead if you don’t let me get some air.”
“Drama queen,” Starbuck complains, but he does ease up. A little.
45. Walls
“What are all these?” Hollister asks, peering closely at the postcards Starbuck has neatly organized on the wall above his desk.
“They’re all from places I’ve been,” he says. “I collect one each time I go somewhere new.”
“Cities or countries?”
“Both.”
“Wow,” Hollister says. “You’re so lucky. I’ve never been outside of the US before.”
“Really? Not even to Mexico?”
“No. My dad always said it was too dangerous, so we’d go to North Carolina instead.”
“Oh.” Starbuck can’t even begin to imagine not having been outside the US. “Well, someday, when we’re not poor college students anymore, I’ll take you to my favorite place in Mexico, and we’ll have a great time, okay?”
Hollister smiles at him, and Starbuck feels his stomach flutter. “Sounds like a plan.”
46. Guitar
“Layla! You’ve got me on my knees, Layla! I’m begging, darling please, Layla!” Starbuck sings loudly along with his iPod. “Darling, won’t you ease my worried mine! Guitar solo!”
He pick up the vacuum cleaner neck and begins to do an air guitar solo, right as Hollister walks in.
“Um. What are you doing?” he asks, and Starbuck shrieks like a girl and drops the vacuum, face redder than a tomato.
“I’m... not air guitaring along with the vacuum, I can tell you that,” he says, and Hollister coughs.
“Right,” he says. “I’m going to... Leave now.”
He retreats, and as soon as he’s done vacuuming, Starbuck takes Layla off his iPod.
47. Floor
“Starbuck, I really think-fuck-that we should move.”
Starbuck breaks off from Hollister’s neck and looks at him with sultry, lust filled eyes while slowly grinding against him. “Why?” he murmurs.
“Because-God-we’re on the floor, and it’s dirty and gross and sweet Jesus, stop doing that with your tongue!”
Starbuck rolls his eyes and stands up. “Fine,” he huffs. “But just for this, I’m on top.”
48. Blanket
“Quit hogging the blankets, I’m cold!”
“I’m not!” Hollister insist. “I barely have any left over here! Maybe the blanket is just small!”
“It’s not small, you’re just a blanket hog!” Starbuck says. “Now hand them over or I swear I’m going to sleep on the couch!”
“You hate the couch.”
“That’s beside the point.”
“No, it’s really not.”
“Shut up and quite hogging the damn blanket.”
49. TV
“Remind me again why we can’t get a TV?” Hollister asks as they pass that section in the store.
“Because they’re expensive, you have to buy cable to watch all the good shows, and there’s really no point nowadays with the internet and Netflix. You can just watch everything from TV on Hulu and play all your DVD’s on a laptop.”
“But what if both of us want to watch the DVD?”
“Then we’ll curl up on the couch and share the screen.”
Hollister looks at him. “This is just an excuse to cuddle, isn’t it?”
“Yup.”
50. Apron
“What is that?” Hollister asks, and Starbuck flushes.
“It was a joke gift from my sister,” he says, looking down at the pink apron that has the words ‘Does my bum look big in this?’ and a thong on it. “She got it while she was in England, and I haven’t had time to go buy a new apron since then.”
He can tell that Hollister is struggling really hard not to laugh, and he sighs. “Go on,” he says. “Let it all out.”
Hollister ends up laughing so hard, he falls over and can’t be bothered to pick himself back up for at least three minutes.
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*Fence is a work by anycard, which can be located here. I high recommend it. Especially if you like monsters.