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OMIGOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU READ THIS I LOVE YOUR V X KERRY ART SO, SO MUCH IT FILLS ME WITH VERY MUCH NEEDED SEROTONIN EVERYTIME I SEE THEM!!!!! IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS LIL DRABBLE IM HONORED I DID YOUR HCS JUSTICE 😭😭

Prompt idea: V finally meeting Kerry's kids even though him and V haven't had the conversation what they are to each other. I feel like V would be a little insecure about it.

This is a dumb question, but I think I missed it somewhere or smth but is it confirmed that he has kids? If so… 👀

The kids are based of @/chaaistheanswer ’s hc of his children! I love their VKerry art so much aaa;;;

PSA: I have no idea how to write kids and I’m still practicing on writing dialouge. Please excuse the wonky bits of writing here and there.

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When the topic was first brought up, it was so quick that V had almost missed it.

“Yknow, having kids can be tough, and it can really mess up a sleep schedule; well, if I had one to begin with and-”

V almost spat out the water he was drinking, putting down the glass cup quickly before he dropped it. He needed a moment to choke on the water that went down the wrong tube, and when he finished coughing, he rasps out, “you have…kids?”

Kerry’s eyes widen for a split second and he stops his strumming on the guitar. “You…” he starts, looking at V with caution, “you didn’t know?”

V snorts, rolling his eyes with humor in his tone, “No, I actually just forgot that the man who’s seen me naked on multiple occasions has biological kids of his own. Cause, yknow, its just something that slips the mind.”

V only meant to lighten the mood, but it seems his response was the wrong thing to say since Kerry starts putting down his guitar. He leans over, elbows on his knees and he looks…solemn in his thoughts.

“Got two, actually. One of them, Theodore who’s 16, hates my guts. The other, Kimberly who’s only 9, she’s my little girl.” His eyes flicker over to V, waiting for any kind of response.

He’s sitting in the same insecure postion he goes into when he’s nervous. Its as if he’s gearing up for a rejection and setting up his defenses.

“Didn’t think you had no clue; figured you must’ve seen some articles ‘bout me 'n the ex-wife.”

The silence and tension in the room is only lightened slightly by the muffled TV in the background. Yet, both men still don’t know what to say to one another even as the minute slowly passes by.

“I…have a friend who has a niece and a nephew,” V says, finally breaking the silence, “I might not look it, but I like to think I’m good with kids. Grew up with lots of them playing basketball behind the shabby abandoned lots of old apartments. Our favorite game was running from the fuzz when they chased us for trespassing on private property.”

Kerry looks at V, curious, as the tension in his body relaxes and laughs aloud. Its a sound V could listen to endlessly on loop.

“That so? Well, would you like to meet them? Ex-Wife’s letting me see them this weekend as per our agreement.” He has a beaming grin on his face, and he’s looking at V with so much affection he could die happy right then and there.

“I’d love to.”

…

“Daddy!” a little girl yells when Kerry walks through the door. He’s immediately ambushed by the small child, lifting her up in his arms.

“How’s my little girl?” Kerry coos, attacking her with kisses all over her chubby face.

She shrieks in happiness, telling him to stop in between giggles; that it tickles. When he does stop, she squishes his face between her hands while looking directly at V.

“Who’s that?” she asks, and V suddenly feels put on the spot.

Kerry brushes against V’s side, “This is V! He’s my…”

They both look at one another for a brief moment and the lingering question pulls at their minds: What were they, exactly? Sure, they’d slept together and kissed and had heart to hearts and-

“He’s daddy’s right hand man,” he says a bit too loudly, refusing to make eye contact with V.

V’s heart sinks and there’s a light sting that aches in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect. Its not like they were explicitly dating and calling each other their boyfriend, after all. But still…

They walk to the living room together and he bumps into a lean body walking in their opposite direction.

“Oh! That’s my bad I didn’t see-”

“Don’t care,” they snap and before they could fully escape Kerry grabs his hood, pulling the skinny teenager back.

“Theo, meet V. V, this is my son, Theodore,” Kerry introduces, letting the hood ago as he’s again distracted by Kim directing him to the kitchen to show off her latest drawing hanging on the fridge.

Theodore glares at Kerry’s backside, and then gives V a look, scanning him up and down.

V’s suddenly regretting agreeing to come with Kerry, and doesn’t exactly know what to do so he just stands there dumbly.

“Can I…help you?” he asks, trying to stop the judgemental eyes from analyzing him so much.

“Name’s Ted, not Theo. Fuckin’ hate it when he calls me that. Also…hm…so you’re Kerry’s new plaything. I wonder how long you’ll last with that pathetic excuse of a musician? He paying you to sleep with him or something?”

V’s taken aback by the sudden bombardment of bizarre questions, and all he can reply with is a startled laugh. “I’m…sorry? You’re talking about your dad, right?”

The young man tsks, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at V. “Don’t got a dad, just got a deadbeat excuse for one that calls himself my dad.”

He hrumps onto the sofa, sulking in the furthest corner while looking at the random show thats on the TV, obviously too pissed off to actually pay attention to it.

V takes that as his cue to join Kerry and Kim, needing a refresher from whatever the fuck that conversation was, when he’s stopped by another question.

“He talk about us, ever? Tell you that he left us after my mom gave birth and that he’s only back in our lives jus’ cause he wants to feel better about himself?”

That last part wasn’t true at all. Kerry opened up to V about a week after their first convo about his kids, and how he regrets missing out on so much. He’s always good on his monthly payments, but he mourns the time he let pass by doing nothing else.

But V senses that the moody teen wasn’t interested in hearing the truth at the moment.

Instead he opts for, “He does talk about you. Seems to care about the both of you, from what I’ve heard.”

The boy scoffs, sneering. “Well ain’t that just fuckin’ preem.”

And with that V rejoins Kerry’s side.

…

They’re both lying on opposite sides of Kim’s bed, which is thankfully large enough to fit two grown men and a small child sleeping soundly in the middle.

Kerry’s brushing the hair from her eyes, watching his daughter with love. V takes in the scene before him and shit he’s falling harder and harder for Kerry.

His heart flutters when Kerry looks up at him, whispering as to not wake Kim up, “thank you, V.”

V cocks an eyebrow, whispering back, “for what?”

“Dunno…just for being here, coming with me to see my kids. Something mushy and all that mixed in between…” He sighs, “…and sorry about Theodore, he and I don’t exactly see eye to eye. He didn’t interrogate you too brashly, did he?”

V snorts, shaking his head. “Nah, nothing that I couldn’t handle. And you’re welcome, Ker. I wouldn’t mind doing this again, yknow, as a heads up for…uh,” he blushes, scratching his cheek nervously, “next time.”

A hand snakes its way to the back of his neck and he’s pulled into the softest and quickest kiss of his entire life. He’s left stunned and his entire body is on fire when Kerry winks at him.

“No take backs,” he purrs, and closes his eyes with an arm reached over Kim holding his hand.

V has an absolute hell of a time trying to fall asleep for the rest of the night, with his heart hammering loudly against his chest and the sweat making his palms clammy.

He was so fucked.

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I'd like to mention that I also love Judy and if yall would like to send V x Judy prompts my way I will love you forever

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Prompt? I can’t stop thinking about what conversation(s) were had following Boat Drinks, especially between V and Johnny about Kerry but even between Johnny and Kerry (pills, flOATing taBLes, whatevs). I just feel like V would be bracing for Johnny to be an ass, but Johnny seems supportive when he appears during the mission so.... curious what you think :O

HELLO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! I've been busy with ✨life✨

I don't really understand this that much, but I think I get the gist of it? So basically V expecting Johnny to be an ass about them getting together, but surprises V by being supportive? :D I hope I got that right!

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V's awoken from his slumber when soft lips kiss his forehead, mumbling a quiet, "good mornin'" against his skin.

V opens one eye, trying to get his vision to focus from all the bright light shining through the windows to see his partner smiling down at him.

"Mornin'" he replies, voice gravelly from sleepiness.

"I'm gonna go take a shower; feel free to join me," Kerry says, winking. V smirks at the offer, watching Kerry stretch as he walks down the stairs of his mansion to head towards the bathroom.

The merc groans, slowly getting up and the images of what happened the previous night hit him all at once.

Kerry inviting him on the yacht...The low rumble of his humming as he plays on the expensive guitar, opening up to V about his past, and "life's loops."

Then everything going from zero to a hundred.

Kerry smashing the guitar, V following along with the chaos, the two of them laughing and wrecking the boat any way they could.

V brings his fingers to his lips. Heat rushing to his cheeks. He remembers their second kiss and how intoxicating it was.

Their warm bodies getting even hotter with the flames slowly burning the yacht into charred rubble. Kerry moaning into his ear as he rakes his nails across V's back. Sweat dripping from both their bodies, two becoming one, and reaching their climax-

There's a shiver that runs down V's spine and he has to snap himself out of it before he couldn’t control what happens...down there.

Maybe he would join Kerry in the shower after all.

He then hears the familiar sound of Johnny glitching into view. His expression is neutral as he leans against the glass window, looking at the view.

V can't quite make out what the rocker wants. The silence is deafening.

Slightly ticked off by the sudden weird tension creating in the air, he snaps, "Well? Got something to say?"

Johnny looks at him with feign innocence dripping heavy with sarcasm, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

This guy really knows how to get on his nerve sometimes.

"Cut the crap, Johnny. You mad about what happened with Kerry? Look, I know you two were good chooms, but-"

"Please. Mad? What would I be mad about? Kerry's always tried to get me in bed with him countless times during the Samurai days. In fact, I'm happy for the guy. In a way, he got what he finally wanted all these years."

V's eyes narrow, donning on a look of suspicion. "So...you're okay with it?"

Johnny scoffs. "What, you want my approval or somethin'?" He brings the digital cigarette to his lips and blows out a cloud of smoke.

V shrugs and there's a bit of hesitation in the way he does it. "Well...yeah. I mean, ...that's your best friend, right?"

V doesn't miss the way Johnny stiffens slightly, his movement freezing for a split second and there. Right there.

There lies the vulnerability that both men rarely show one another. That moment where they sit down and talk about their burdens and have a genuine conversation. Just like when Johnny took V to his apartment and asked him if he'd take a bullet for the digital ghost.

And of course V had answered: In a heartbeat.

Johnny glitches to sit right across V, taking of his sunglasses as he stares at the wooden floor, then at V.

"Yeah...Yeah I'm okay with it. Trust you'll treat him right."

V's heart flutters and he's so happy that he's grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Thanks, Johnny."

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some more cyberpunk sketches, i realized i put Vs scars on the wrong side OOF

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Prompt idea: V finally meeting Kerry's kids even though him and V haven't had the conversation what they are to each other. I feel like V would be a little insecure about it.

This is a dumb question, but I think I missed it somewhere or smth but is it confirmed that he has kids? If so... 👀

The kids are based of @/chaaistheanswer 's hc of his children! I love their VKerry art so much aaa;;;

PSA: I have no idea how to write kids and I'm still practicing on writing dialouge. Please excuse the wonky bits of writing here and there.

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When the topic was first brought up, it was so quick that V had almost missed it.

"Yknow, having kids can be tough, and it can really mess up a sleep schedule; well, if I had one to begin with and-"

V almost spat out the water he was drinking, putting down the glass cup quickly before he dropped it. He needed a moment to choke on the water that went down the wrong tube, and when he finished coughing, he rasps out, "you have...kids?"

Kerry's eyes widen for a split second and he stops his strumming on the guitar. "You..." he starts, looking at V with caution, "you didn't know?"

V snorts, rolling his eyes with humor in his tone, "No, I actually just forgot that the man who's seen me naked on multiple occasions has biological kids of his own. Cause, yknow, its just something that slips the mind."

V only meant to lighten the mood, but it seems his response was the wrong thing to say since Kerry starts putting down his guitar. He leans over, elbows on his knees and he looks...solemn in his thoughts.

"Got two, actually. One of them, Theodore who's 16, hates my guts. The other, Kimberly who's only 9, she's my little girl." His eyes flicker over to V, waiting for any kind of response.

He's sitting in the same insecure postion he goes into when he's nervous. Its as if he's gearing up for a rejection and setting up his defenses.

"Didn't think you had no clue; figured you must've seen some articles 'bout me 'n the ex-wife."

The silence and tension in the room is only lightened slightly by the muffled TV in the background. Yet, both men still don't know what to say to one another even as the minute slowly passes by.

"I...have a friend who has a niece and a nephew," V says, finally breaking the silence, "I might not look it, but I like to think I'm good with kids. Grew up with lots of them playing basketball behind the shabby abandoned lots of old apartments. Our favorite game was running from the fuzz when they chased us for trespassing on private property."

Kerry looks at V, curious, as the tension in his body relaxes and laughs aloud. Its a sound V could listen to endlessly on loop.

"That so? Well, would you like to meet them? Ex-Wife's letting me see them this weekend as per our agreement." He has a beaming grin on his face, and he's looking at V with so much affection he could die happy right then and there.

"I'd love to."

. . .

"Daddy!" a little girl yells when Kerry walks through the door. He's immediately ambushed by the small child, lifting her up in his arms.

"How's my little girl?" Kerry coos, attacking her with kisses all over her chubby face.

She shrieks in happiness, telling him to stop in between giggles; that it tickles. When he does stop, she squishes his face between her hands while looking directly at V.

"Who's that?" she asks, and V suddenly feels put on the spot.

Kerry brushes against V's side, "This is V! He's my..."

They both look at one another for a brief moment and the lingering question pulls at their minds: What were they, exactly? Sure, they'd slept together and kissed and had heart to hearts and-

"He's daddy's right hand man," he says a bit too loudly, refusing to make eye contact with V.

V's heart sinks and there's a light sting that aches in his chest. He didn't know what to expect. Its not like they were explicitly dating and calling each other their boyfriend, after all. But still...

They walk to the living room together and he bumps into a lean body walking in their opposite direction.

"Oh! That's my bad I didn't see-"

"Don't care," they snap and before they could fully escape Kerry grabs his hood, pulling the skinny teenager back.

"Theo, meet V. V, this is my son, Theodore," Kerry introduces, letting the hood ago as he's again distracted by Kim directing him to the kitchen to show off her latest drawing hanging on the fridge.

Theodore glares at Kerry's backside, and then gives V a look, scanning him up and down.

V's suddenly regretting agreeing to come with Kerry, and doesn't exactly know what to do so he just stands there dumbly.

"Can I...help you?" he asks, trying to stop the judgemental eyes from analyzing him so much.

"Name's Ted, not Theo. Fuckin' hate it when he calls me that....so you're Kerry's new plaything. I wonder how long you'll last with that pathetic excuse of a musician? He paying you to sleep with him or something?"

V's taken aback by the sudden bombardment of bizarre questions, and all he can reply with is a startled laugh. "I'm...sorry? You're talking about your dad, right?"

The young man tsks, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at V. "Don't got a dad, just got a deadbeat excuse for one that calls himself my dad."

He hrumps onto the sofa, sulking in the furthest corner while looking at the random show thats on the TV, obviously too pissed off to actually pay attention to it.

V takes that as his cue to join Kerry and Kim, needing a refresher from whatever the fuck that conversation was, when he's stopped by another question.

"He talk about us, ever? Tell you that he left us after my mom gave birth and that he's only back in our lives jus' cause he wants to feel better about himself?"

That last part wasn't true at all. Kerry opened up to V the day after their first convo about his kids, and how he regrets missing out on so much. He's always good on his monthly payments, but he mourns the time he let pass by doing nothing else.

But V senses that the moody teen wasn't interested in hearing the truth at the moment.

Instead he opts for, "He does talk about you. Seems to care about the both of you, from what I've heard."

The boy scoffs, sneering. "Well ain't that just fuckin' preem."

And with that V rejoins Kerry's side.

. . .

They're both lying on opposite sides of Kim's bed, which is thankfully large enough to fit two grown men and a small child sleeping soundly in the middle.

Kerry's brushing the hair from her eyes, watching his daughter with love. V takes in the scene before him and shit he's falling harder and harder for Kerry.

His heart flutters when Kerry looks up at him, whispering as to not wake Kim up, "thank you, V."

V cocks an eyebrow, whispering back, "for what?"

"Dunno...just for being here, coming with me to see my kids. Something mushy and all that mixed in between..." He sighs, "...and sorry about Theodore, he and I don't exactly see eye to eye. He didn't interrogate you too brashly, did he?"

V snorts, shaking his head. "Nah, nothing that I couldn't handle. And you're welcome, Ker. I wouldn't mind doing this again, yknow, as a heads up for...uh," he blushes, scratching his cheek nervously, "next time."

A hand snakes its way to the back of his neck and he's pulled into the softest and quickest kiss of his entire life. He's left stunned and his entire body is on fire when Kerry winks at him.

"No take backs," he purrs, and closes his eyes with an arm reached over Kim holding his hand.

V has an absolute hell of a time trying to fall asleep for the rest of the night, with his heart hammering loudly against his chest and the sweat making his palms clammy.

He was so fucked.

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YALL REALLY LIKED THE LAST POST- 😳 TY FOR ALL THE LIKES AND RETWEETS (and those who add a lil smth in the tags i love you so much I reread them so many times)

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prompt idea: They find a way to save V in the end but he still suffers from the symptoms like the seizures and migraines and dizzy spells. Kerry gets really worried every time it happens, thinking that maybe V isn't okay and he really is dying after.

YES I'VE BEEN MEANING TO EXPAND ON THIS IDEA TY FOR SENDING THIS!!

. . .

Most of the times, its when he least expects it. Such as, headaches when he's trying to walk, or blurred vision with dizzy spells just by getting up.

He doesn't want to worry Kerry, so he says "he's fine, its probably just my body recovering," and tries his best to reassure his boyfriend with the white lies.

One day, he's coming home from a tough job that involved a lot of man power and he just wants to relax into Kerry's arms for the rest of the night. He walks through the door and he's so happy to see Kerry waiting for him until his head starts spinning and spinning, vision glitching and his lungs closing up inside of him.

He doesn't know what happens after that.

. . .

Seeing V, usually full of life and sarcastic, lying fatigued on the makeshift bed Vik put together...it hurt more than Kerry thought it would.

He's holding V's hand, stroking at the light stubble on the merc's cheek. He hated seeing V like this. He just wants him to get better and shower him with unconditional love.

Vik reassured him that V was fine, but the damage the chip did to his brain was taking hold of his current condition. His body was trying to refigure his body as his own again, and the neural damage while his body is getting its shit together is what was causing the aches and dizziness.

Kerry didn't understand alot of the medical terms, it mostly went in one ear and out the other, but he got the gist of it.

He gets a phonecall, demanding his presence for a meeting regarding his newest album and he groans, rolling his eyes.

He reluctantly lets V go, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he strokes his cheek one more time.

"Call me if he wakes up, will ya?" he asks the doctor, and he's responded with a nod.

. . .

When Kerry gets the holo from Vik that V's up and talking again, he takes his fastest car there.

He rushes to the metal gates, sliding them open when he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"You're okay..." he whispers as he immediately rushes to the other man's side, cupping his face with both hands. Their kiss is passionate, desperate and full of longing.

"Hey, Ker..." V says with a smile when they pull apart and its so perfect.

"You're alright? You dizzy anywhere, anything hurting you, V? I was so worried you were...-I mean, when you collapsed I-"

He sighs, sitting down on the stool beside the bed. He holds both V's hands in his and he kisses the worn knuckles, brows furrowed in agony.

"I thought you died on me, Vincent..." he says in a hushed tone , already starting to get slightly choked up. The heat rushing to his face really needed to stop and he shudders in a shaky breath.

V opens his mouth and Kerry, interrupts him, looking straight into his eyes.

"Don't. Don't say that you're alright, that it'll pass. Stop lying to me so I'll worry less, stop saying that it'll go back to how it used to be when there are days I see you still coughing out blood."

He feels his frustration and worry spill from his lips, and he knows its unfair of him to be so harsh when V's the one going through the worst of it.

On the other hand, he's so tired of not knowing. Of being kept in the dark again. Of not being there for the man he loves again.

He's embarrassed, letting all his vulnerabilities and feelings out in the open like this. He's not used to it, but V brings it out in him. It scares him how much he loves the younger man.

"I want to be there for you, through all the highs and all the shitty ass lows. So quit leavin' me out of your life, yeah?"

V pulls him into a hug, and it's a bit awkward with him on an elevated surface, but they manage. V let's out a muffled apology into his leather jacket.

There's so much to say, yet no words are said as they melt into the other's touch.

V's alive. That's all that mattered right now.

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OMG IF YOU DRAW THIS I THINK ID ACTUALLY CRY!!! PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU POST IT!!

prompt: how about V leaving for a gig and a worried Kerry?

WORRIED KERRY WORRIED KERRY WORRIED KERRY!!!!!!!!

AAAA that would be so cute 😭 Kerry still not able to completely be vulnerable with his feelings so he just goes "I...Just-You better come back in one piece, you got that?"

He's flushed red and V is just grinning from ear to ear because he knows that Kerry really means, "I worry and care for you, so you better be safe." V leaning in to kiss Kerry sweetly and the older man melting into his arms.

Time skip to V in the middle of a gig and shooting people. He gets a holo from a worried Kerry (who's also slightly intoxicated, therefore the call) who spouts a bunch of nonsense and V can't help but find it absolutely adorable.

"Look at my sexy input, shooting fuckers 'n blowing up shit." V rolling his eyes with a lovestruck smile as he hacks his way through enemies, determination coursing through his veins so he can get home to his cute drunk bf asap 😭😭😭

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My serotonin seeing the VKerry fics number increase on Ao3: 📈📈📈

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V leaves for a few days for a mission and Kerry gets worried (some angst/comfort)

Im sorry about the late reply; I took a small break but I'm back!!

I LOVE SOME ANGST/COMFORT!!!

Kerry would worry even worse cause V told him what happened during the heist mission, and how he'd woken up in a dumpster. Now Kerry's sitting on the couch, nerves frazzled and worrying his ass off because he can't help but keep thinking, "What if he gets shot? What if I'll never see him again? What if ejecting the shard didn't work and its finally taken its hold on him?"

So he drinks and tries to put together a few verses and cords, but his fingers are so shaky he can't concentrate properly.

He's already tried calling V multiple times but its constantly going straight to voice-mail and that really, REALLY makes him nervous.

He wears himself out from all the worry and sleepless nights finally, and when he wakes up he reaches over for V's side of the bed involuntarily and expects it to be empty but he's greeted with a small "oof" and he immediately rises up.

He rubs his eyes, forcing the blurriness to fade away when he sees his gorgeous boyfriend lying on the bed. He's still in his outdoor clothes, so he asks, "What....when...? When did you get back?"

"About a few minutes ago. I was about to surprise you but you looked so peaceful in your sleep."

Heat rushes to Kerry's face as he shoves V away playfully, "Watching me in my sleep? Pervert."

V laughs and Kerry's relief washes over him right then and there. He's alive and well and-

He can't help but wrap his arms around the younger man, burrowing his face into the crook of his shoulder.

"Whoa! Hey..." V exclaims, but his voice softens when Kerry's hold gets tighter. He hugs him back, kissing the side of Kerry's head, rubbing soothing circles into his back muscles.

"I'm sorry if I worried you..."

Kerry sighs, relaxing into the warm embrace. "I don't want to loose you, V."

"You won't, Ker. I promise."

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never been so gay for a 90 yr old man in my life

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Сyberpunk 2077 🎸  Kerry Eurodyne