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veebeeboo109 · 6 days ago

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A Tidy Timeline

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Continuation of Cleaning up the Timeline

[5k words - Poly!Lads x Reader: some fluff and sweetness, beach house shenanigans, Protective Caleb and Xavier, Sassy Rafayel]

[Part One]

Tags: Fluff, Love, Polyamory, Island life

A New Addition

During your last stay at the beach house, you hadn’t seen much more than the bedroom, the living room and the beach. Now, during this trip, you’re determined to explore. You have a few days left until you all have to head home, and you’re planning on making the most of it.

There’s a small town nearby, a decent drive away to keep your little bungalow isolated and private. The island is tiny and so shopping there is restricted to local goods and overpriced imported items brought in by boat.

Caleb looks out of place in his white tank top and aviator sunglasses. Like a streetwear model instead of a beachy tourist. He browses the stalls of the market street, admiring the trinkets made of shells and bundles of sea salt.

Xavier lingers at your side, having claimed your hand the moment you stepped out of the car and keeping it. His large sunhat partially shades you, and his pale blue flip flops tap tap tap with every step. He doesn’t seem very interested in the stall of coconut knick knacks you’ve stopped to look at, and instead seems to be surveying the street. His sharp eyes scan the nooks and crannies with more intensity than you think necessary.

“Pipsquaeak look!” Caleb calls from the next stall over, picking up a large jar of sea salt he’s just purchased. “The woman said she harvested it just yesterday, won’t this be great on those filets we got?”

Rafayel had offered Caleb a string of large mahi mahi as an apology for scaring him. He reiterated that he had no intention of drowning anyone– that was, unless Caleb was into that sort of thing.

You examine the large salt crystals for a moment, “Isn’t this like ten years worth of salt here?”

“With how much this family eats? Hardly.” Caleb replies with a warm laugh. He tucks the jar into his shoulder bag and turns, taking your free hand to lead you down the row.

Your heart blooms in warmth at the mention of family. Of course you’ve thought about what to call this web you’ve found yourself in. This group that you’ve forged and chosen. A polycule is the technical term, but it doesn’t sit right in you. It’s too cold, too clinical.

The effortless way Caleb says family slots like a missing piece inside you, and you realize that’s it. It’s a family.

Caleb leads you like the engine, while Xavier stays the caboose in this little choo-choo train you make. He stops in front of a fruit vendor, baskets overflowing with vibrant tropical fruits. Some you recognize, and some you don’t.

“Oh~” Caleb sing-songs as he plucks a large mango from the display and lifts it to test the ripeness with his thumb, “These would be good as a snack, yeah? They’re homegrown and organic.”

Silently, Xavier lets go of your hand, walking across the open street to a stall. You linger next to Caleb, examining fruit that he offers you before filling a bag with them.

You add a few other fruits to the bag, and giggle softly when Caleb eagerly talks about how he might prepare them. He’s more carefree right now than you ever remember him being.

“Sylus likes fruit salad, but nothing too sour.” You mention while Caleb pays. The brunette looks over his shoulder at you and then purses his lips as he thinks for a moment.

“He mentioned not like spicy things either.” Caleb says as he places one arm around your waist as you walk to the next stall. “Where’d Xavier go?”

Speak of the devil, your blond paramour reappears. Two straw hats in his hands. He lifts on and places it on the top of your head and then lifts the other onto Caleb. Xavier seems pleased with the look he’s put together, and nods, “The sun is strong here.”

You adjust the hat to sit better on your head and smile, “Now we match. So, if we get separated, I’ll just look for the sunhats in the crowd!”

So, you got separated. It’s not your fault. You know that much, and you stew in your smugness as you sip at a plastic bag filled with some brightly colored juice. The bendy straw is a whimsical spiral and the flavor is oddly tart yet perfectly sweet.

How you managed to get lost from arguably the clingiest of your lovers is a feat, truly. Xavier got enlisted in helping an elderly couple bring in boxes inside their store, and, of course, Caleb couldn’t be shown up. He handed you his bag and his juice and told you to wait there.

It’s not your fault that a shop across the street started shouting about a sale, and waving around necklaces sparkly enough to blind you. You had the bag, and therefore the money and wouldn’t they love it if you got them some matching necklaces to go with your matching hats?

Your perfectly pure intentions lead you to buying six necklaces made of sea glass and pearls— saving a few bucks by buying in bulk. That leads you a little further down the road, to a stall with some adorable little sculptures made from coconut shells. They had one of a mermaid, and you couldn’t not buy it.

By the time you returned to the spot you were supposed to wait, both Caleb and Xavier were gone. You stayed there for a few minutes, but quickly got bored and decided to search for them. Not the best idea, but this was hardly a dangerous place.

Now, nearly an hour later, you’re tired, hot, and want to go home. The bag on your shoulder is heavy and digging into you. You’ve taken refuge in a small alleyway between buildings, one of the few shady spots here at the market.

You watch as people walk by, fewer and fewer as time passes. Many stalls have closed for the midday heat, and have signs letting patrons know when they’ll reopen. You’re not worried, not yet.

It’s odd, being alone. You haven’t been alone in a long time, and it’s starting to build slowly inside you. Even when your boys aren’t home, Mephisto is. The crow’s absence is felt. Despite how often you complain, you like Mephie…and if he were here, at the very least you know Sylus isn’t far behind.

For a moment, you think you’re hearing things. A figment of your wandering imagination wishing for that avian nuisance following you around, because you hear a small coo. Almost a croak, and instinctively you look up. Searching the edges of the rooftops, the powerlines, and the canopies.

You scoff at yourself. Mephisto is back at home, in the care of Luke and Kieran and probably loving every minute of it. You’re being silly.

Except, you hear it again. And this time you’re not lost in thought and you realize it’s coming from behind you. Tossing the empty drink in the trash, you turn. Waiting to hear it again.

It’s quiet, and only audible because the crowd has dwindled down. There’s a stack of crates midway down the alley, next to a metal door. As you approach, you hear the sound again and realize you recognize it now that it’s close.

A cat. A kitten. It’s a tiny thing, with pointed ears and patches of white, brown and black. Its little, green eyes assess you sharply as you crouch down nearby, and it lets out a warning hiss.

It’s not a baby. Old enough to be away from its mother, but barely. You can tell it’s malnourished, the lines of its hips too sharp.

You click your tongue a few times, offering your hand gently, “Poor baby…” You coo, “ You hungry?”

The kitten draws back at first, mewing softly, and then slowly, tentatively creeps forward to sniff you. You can feel the soft puffs of air as it grows more confident sniffing you.

From your bag, you pull out a little trail mix packet. Who knows how long it’s been sitting at the bottom of the tote, and it’s hardly a good treat for a cat, but it’s something.

The little kitten watches you, eyes wide and eager as it hears the crinkle of the packaging. You hold out a little piece of almond, hopeful. They sniff it once, and then look up at you with an almost unimpressed look.

“Don’t give me that look,” You giggle, wiggling the nut closer, “It’s all I got right now, c’mon. If you let me pick you up, I’ll take you somewhere you can get a real feast.”

It’s silly to think the little kitten will understand you, and you realize that you may have underestimated their hunger. Because they nibble weakly at the almond, scraping it with their tiny, baby teeth.

You frown, heart panging in pity. Moving as slowly as you can, you reach out and pet the top of their head. They feel scratchy and coated in dirt, which almost twists the knife deeper.

It takes a few moments for the kitten to let you pick them up. You tuck them close to your chest, trying to make them feel secure because who knows if they’ve ever been held before?

You return to the street with more purpose, looking one way and then turning to look the other. With fewer people, it’s easier to see down the long length of the marketplace, and to your palpable relief you see Xavier’s large sun hat.

Your relief is short lived when you see the Lightblade in his hand, and he’s got this dangerous, predatory look in his eyes. Caleb is only a few feet away, stalking through the dispersing crowd, peering down alley ways and pausing at poor passerby’s to speak harshly to them.

Their harsh aura is dwindled by the hats on their head, but you figure they kept them so you would be able to find them easier.

“Caleb!” You shout happily, “Xavier!”

Struck simultaneously with a shock of lightning, their gazes snap to you. Caleb bolts towards you, running full tilt until he’s practically crashing into you.

“Careful!” You cry, holding out an elbow to prevent the massive man from hurting the little bundle in your arms.

“Where did you go!?” Caleb draws away from his momentary hug to grab your shoulders, leaning over to put his face level with yours. “Are you trying to kill me? You want me to have a heart attack and die, is that it?”

Xavier doesn’t let his Lightblade dissipate until he’s within reach. You hear his relieved sigh just as you feel his palm touch the side of your face, “Why didn’t you stay put? What happened?”

”Geez!” You hiss, scowling slightly, “I went to look at some stuff! I didn’t realize it was such a crime!”

Caleb huffed and let go of you, running his hands through his hair like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “We were worried sick! Pips, the last time you disappeared like that Ever had you! I thought Xavier was gonna’ commit mass homicide!”

“They all could be working for them.” Xavier’s voice was quiet, but cut through the air as he explained his motivation.

Your spark of irritation fades as you realize the horrible mistake you’ve made. “I’m sorry…I…I wasn’t thinking.”

Caleb reaches back out to you, pulling you into another embrace. He grabs you with his left hand first, squeezing you and then following it with his right. Surrounding you with the trunk of his arms.

He smells faintly of sweat, but that underlying musk that you’d recognize anywhere. It was the smell that would lull you back to sleep after nightmares– when you’d sneak out of your bed and climb into his. The smell on the collar of his jackets that he’d drape across you whenever you were cold.

There’s a part of you that still can’t believe he’s real. That he’s here.

A soft mew from your arms has Caleb pulling away, he looks down in confusion at you– like you were the one that meowed.

“Who’s this?” Xavier asks the minute the kitten lifts their head. The blond reaches out and gently scratches the top of the fluffy baby’s head.

“I found them in an alley.” You explain, shifting them slightly to show them better, and they even meow softly. “Poor baby is hungry and filthy. I thought– maybe - we could bring them home?”

Xavier’s face lights up, and bends down to examine the kitten closer. “Of course we can. Do you want me to carry them?”

“I can,” You reply, and then shift the bag, “If one of you can take the bag?”

Caleb reaches out with his right hand and easily takes it from you, sliding it onto his shoulder and then reaching out to adjust your hat a bit. “I’ll put a bell on you next time, pips. Now c’mon, let’s head back.”

“No!” Rafayel barks out the second you step inside. He lurches up from the couch and points at the cat in your arms accusingly, “No beasts allowed in the house!”

Caleb took your hats and your goods to put them away while Xavier headed upstairs.

The kitten stiffens slightly at Rafayel’s hollering, and you cradle it closer. “It’s just a baby, Rafayel.”

“You were at the market for a while,” Zayne comments as he walks over to greet you. A gentle hand on your back and then a kiss pressed to your temple, “I see why now.”

You laugh gently, “Well, I got lost for a little bit there, but I found this little guy. You wanna help me give them a bath?”

“Let me see them,” Zayne says, lifting his hands and taking the kitten. He holds them up, examining them from side to side, under their belly and along their tail. “They’re quite thin, and probably have fleas. Also, it’s a girl.”

“Aww!” You squeal, gently taking the kitten back and resisting the urge to nuzzle your face against hers with every fiber of your being. “A little girl! So cute!”

“This is mutiny!” Rafayel says from the other side of the room, standing behind one of the chairs and frowning at you. “We should hold a vote. I vote the monster leaves, who’s with me?”

“I think you’re on your own there,” Caleb responds as he reenters the room. “But we can vote if you want to.”

Xavier scurries back down the stairs holding a large fluffy towel, “I filled the tub with some warm water, and I found some of the scentless soap we can use.”

Your heart swells like an oversoaked sponge with how gently Xavier bundles up the kitten and holds her close to his chest. He wraps the towel around her and begins to rub away the worst of the dirt around her head and ears.

“That won’t remove the fleas, but it’s better than nothing.” Zayne says as he tilts his head to look at the softly mewing kitten.

“I’ll boil some chicken or something, or is fish better?” Caleb asks, coming to stand behind you.

“Hey! What’s with the welcome wagon?” Rafayel whined, coming out from behind the chair to stand a bit closer. “We haven’t voted yet.”

You give Rafayel a look, “I vote we keep her.”

“Hear, hear.” Caleb concurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair. “I’ll get started on something to eat for her.”

Xavier looked over to Rafayel with a challenging smirk, “I also vote we keep her.”

You follow the blond when he walks back towards the stairs, and you hear Rafayel’s scoff of disbelief. “That’s only half the vote, it’s still undecided.”

Zayne just shakes his head and heads to the kitchen to help. You’re not sure where Rafayel’s aversion to felines came from, as you can’t remember him having issues in the Sanctuary with the little cats that would roam about.

Over time, it feels like more and more memories are coming back. At night, you dream about the sanctuary, the smell of the wet stones and moss. The sound of the crackling fire. Some mornings, before you open your eyes, you’re not sure what world you’ll wake up in.

You want to bring it up to the others, and you will– you will– but not yet. You don’t know whether it’s simply missing that life from before, or something else. And, knowing your lovers, they’ll worry over it when it might be nothing at all.

Giving a kitten a bath is an equally frustrating and hilarious experience. You and Xavier take turns holding the poor kitten while the other runs a rag over its poor sodden fur. The water tints into a sandy taupe color and you have to empty it twice before you’re satisfied the kitten is clean.

You’ve got mementos for the experience. Tiny little scratches on your arms and hands as the kitten fought back. You can hardly blame her. Although the water was warm, it was likely the first real bath she’d ever had.

Xavier dries her off while you hold her, and he’s frowning firmly, “That was no way for a young lady to act. Hurting my bunny like that would get some others in big trouble.”

His words would be a threat if they weren’t said in such a cute tone. The kitten mewls in response, like she is saying she’s sorry as Xavier rubs her head with a dry towel. When he pulls it away, the kitten is fluffed up, almost a ball with all the fur standing up. Xavier makes small cooing sounds as he rubs behind the kitten’s ear.

“She was just scared, weren’t you baby?” You coo, lifting the now clean kitty to your cheek. “Poor little thing.”

Once she’s dry, you hold the little calico close to your chest and head back downstairs. The scent of cooking food meets your nose and you can tell she can smell it too because her head perks up, ears pointing upwards.

“What’s this?” Sylus says with a playful smirk, somehow silently coming up from behind you. “A kitten for the kitten?”

You grin lift the kitten up to Sylus’ eyeline, “Isn’t she cute? I found her in the market!”

“I heard,” He says, tilting his head to the side to size up the little girl in your hands. “I also heard that you gave our prince quite the scare.”

You huff softly and cradle the kitten once more, “Caleb’s such a snitch.”

“Not a snitch!” Caleb chimes in from the kitchen, finishing shredding up a bland chicken breast into tiny pieces. “I’m a loving, caring member of this family who prioritizes communication. I was practicing my communication skills by telling Sylus what a troublemaker you are.”

Sylus looks over his shoulder, a fond sort of amusement playing in his carmine eyes. The dynamic between the two tallest members of your love pack has been interesting to watch develop, to say the least. They both take up a large amount of space, both physically and in sheer presence. However, there’s something soft about them. Like two gentle giants that treat each other with tenderness instead of teeth.

“Look at her though!” You say defensively, pouting your lower lip, “If I hadn't wandered off, I never would have found her, and who knows how long she’s been all alone out there.”

“Appealing to pity will only work so far, sweetie.” Sylus lifts his hand, gently scratching the kitten under her chin. His eyes crinkle slightly, and you know he’s hooked.

Avoiding a punishment for now, you go to the kitchen and sit the calico down onto the counter, where her plate awaits. Caleb used one of the saucer from one of the teacups. A little floral dish with baby blue and orange flowers decorating the rim.

Caleb folds his arms on the edge of the counter and leans on them, watching intently as the kitten sniffs at his creation. Tiny bits of chicken and a little scoop of rice, with a tiny garnish of blueberries.

“So, I assume we are keeping her?” Zayne asks, coming to stand behind you and Caleb. Another addition to the calico’s eager audience.

“Of course, look at her.” You coo, leaning next to Caleb so your shoulders touch, “I would die for her.”

Caleb’s head snaps to look at you and he laughs a little nervously, “Let’s not get too carried away pipsqueak.”

“She’ll need to see a vet sooner rather than later.” Zayne says thoughtfully, “If she’s a stray then she hasn’t had any vaccinations, and we should get her microchipped too.”

You smile happily, buzzing with excitement. Ever the caretaker, Zayne has immediately jumped at opportunity, and rambles on about the new necessities you’ll all need for the newest addition.

“We can get her a little collar too.” Xavier adds as he walks to the other side of the counter. He places a small bowl of water slowly in front of the kitten, and smiles warmly when she diverts from her examination of the chicken to begin drinking eagerly.

“We should name her first,” You say, resisting the urge to reach out and pet her. “She’s a sweet girl. It didn’t take much convincing to get her to trust me.”

“We’re not naming it.” Rafayel huffs from the couch, slouched and pouting. He’s got his arms crossed, and he refuses to look at you or the cat. “Because we’re not keeping it.”

You stand up and go over to him. Despite his sour, frowning expression, he instinctively opens up for you. Letting you climb into his lap with open arms that wind around your waist. “Don’t worry Raf, we’re not replacing you.”

Rafayel scoffs against your neck, and leans in to nip at you. “Don’t be dumb. You could never replace me with something like that. They can’t be trusted. They’ll show you affection one minute and then turn around and try to kill you the next.”

You giggle at his grumbly response, “This one is just a baby. We can raise her to be nice, can’t we?”

Rafayel’s arms tighten around you, and he’s quiet for a moment. You can feel the heat of his breath as he exhales heavily against your throat. He mumbles, giving you a small kiss, “Don’t say it like that…it’s not a baby.”

The last few days of your trip are spent taking turns caring for your newest additions. It’s hilarious, all their different kitty-parenting styles. You found some cat food, litter, and some toys at one of the small stores on the island, and it’s enough to get you until the flight home.

Xavier talks a big game but he’s a complete pushover. He’ll scold the little calico for being too rough when they play and then, when she looks up at him with those large, green eyes, he’s the one that ends up apologizing and feeding her little treats.

His frequent naps make him a favorite for the kitten, and you’ve found her hidden under his chin, snoozing happily twice.

Zayne is a strict, no-nonsense cat parent. He sets up a veterinary visit for the day after you return home, and even performs his own little physical. You had to hold your breath to stop from keeling over as you watched Sylus hold the kitten up, exposing her belly so Zayne could press his stethoscope there.

The doctor doesn’t seek out the kitten very much, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes whenever she gets close. A sort of shimmery excitement whenever she gets close enough to pet. He’s never been good with animals before, and so the first time the kitten rubs against his leg and mews for attention Zayne is shocked.

Sylus likes playing with the kitten. His favorite is the stick with feathers dangling from the string. You swear, he could spend hours dragging it along the floor and snatching it away just as she pounces. At times, he laughs– completely enamoured with the kitten’s cuteness– and others, he’s very serious. He looks very determined as he dangles the toy just out of reach, like he’s teaching her how to hunt.

His broad shoulders make a perfect perch, and you worry that Mephisto will get jealous if he sees the kitten sitting so comfortably there. It’s quite a sight, and you’ve maxed your storage with how many pictures you’ve taken these past couple days.

Caleb is doting and attentive. Despite the kitten eating her kibble like a champ, he worries about her nutrition. The floral saucer has become her plate, and every meal time you see an extra pot on the stove– another chicken breast for the little girl, he says.

He’s a worry-wort too. That first night, when you all went to bed, the kitten decided it was the perfect opportunity to explore. You could feel Caleb’s anxiety from beside you. Every little noise, he would lift his head, “Is she okay? Do you think she’s lost? What if she’s not sleeping?”

After about the tenth time, Sylus grabbed Caleb’s head, pushed it back down to the pillow, and climbed out of bed. A few minutes passed, and Sylus returned, carrying the less-than-happy kitten.

Caleb tucked the kitten in the miniscule space between yours and his head, and finally settled. Petting her gently until she fell asleep. Despite your own exhaustion, you stayed awake to watch. The sleepy tenderness in his eyes is mesmerizing, like the slow, lazy spiral of a galaxy.

As for Rafayel, it’s like the kitten can tell he’s not sure about her. She doesn’t approach him, but she’s always in the same room. Lingering like a threat. You worry all she’s using the hunting lessons from Sylus to stalk the resident fishie.

So it’s surprising, when on your last day at the beach house, you come inside from an afternoon at the beach to find Rafayel napping on the couch, and the kitten curled up on his chest. He’s laying flat on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes and snoring ever so slightly.

The kitten must have jumped up after he fell asleep. She’s curled up tight into a ball, right on his diaphragm, and so with every inhale she lifts and every exhale she falls. Her little rounded ear twitches as you approach, and she lifts her head. Blinking up at you slowly, you give her a few pets and then head to the kitchen.

Sylus enters just after you. The bridge of his nose and the tops of his shoulders are rosy and red, having evaded Zayne and his dreaded sunscreen. “That didn’t take long.”

You chuckle as you drink from a water bottle, “She’s such a charmer isn’t she?”

Sylus hums softly, and places an arm around your waist. When you turn to look up at him, he’s wearing a rare expression. One that lifts his usually furrowed brow, and lightens the danger in his eyes. It’s open, warm, and so full of adoration that you can feel it in your chest like a physical touch.

“She takes after you, sweetie.” Sylus says, almost a whisper, and lifts your chin to kiss you. A brief press of the lips, meant to be chaste, but he’s a gluttonous man. A greedy fiend, and he can’t help himself but go back for more. One more taste. One more lingering touch.

Sylus is warmed by the sun, and tastes faintly of salt from the sea. You miss the days when his kisses held the flavor of smoke– bitter almost with the linger of oak and pine.

From the couch, you hear Rafayel stir. You lean against Sylus’ chest while you peek over. The sea god hums in his sleep and moves to roll over, and only realizes the kitten is there at the last second. He freezes, on hand on the little ball of fur. With little deliberation, he pulls the calico close like a stuffed animal and rolls onto his side facing the back of the couch.

You hear a soft meow of protest, but the kitten doesn’t fight his hold any more than that.

“Like I said,” Sylus whispers in your ear, “It’s the spitting image of you.”

Playfully, you smack his chest, and feel the sand sticking to him there. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Let’s go get cleaned up, I wanna’ make dinner tonight.”

Sylus’ smile could topple empires, and he obediently lets you take his hand and drag him towards the bedroom. “Of course, kitten.”

You feel a little bad for Caleb, because while the rest of you sleep off the rather exhausting holiday in the cabin, he’s piloting. The kitten refuses to sit anywhere besides Zayne’s lap for some reason, and he takes the job very seriously. He keeps one hand curled around her bottom, while the other rests protectively over her back. Oh, to be that little kitten, curled up in the doctor’s hands.

When you arrive home, you eagerly show the kitten around. Showing her all the different bedrooms, the places she can hide and play. You show her your bedroom and the massively oversized bed. You know Sylus has probably already ordered some ostentatious bed for her, but you doubt she’ll use it.

As if you couldn’t adore her more, she talks to you. Of course not words, but she’s a chatty little thing. Meowing and mewing like she’s responding to you. When you ask a question, she answers. A short little chirp here, or a longer more drawn out meow there.

The only issue is that no one can decide on a name for her, it seems. Xavier offered the name Andromeda, but Rafayel vetoed that– claiming it was far too fancy for a cat. The sea god countered with Tuna, which was met with a tepid response.

Zayne offers insane names like Metoprolol and Verapamil. It doesn’t surprise you, knowing the little squirrel named Clopidigrel. You assume those names are also heart related medications, and you seriously debate using one of them.

Caleb vehemently vetoes them though, arguing that it should be something simple. Something cute, like Melon or Snowflake. You agree that those names are cute, but they don’t really fit her. She’s not fully white, so no Snowflake.

You don’t mention the list of names you know Caleb has on his phone.

Sylus tries his best to convince the group to use the name Belia. It takes a moment for you to realize where it came from, but eventually Sylus mentions Mephisto and it clicks. Belia. Belial. Another prince of hell.

Holding the kitten, you look at her and she looks at you. You know it’s silly but you can really imagine her saying Can you believe this? The names they pick don’t fit her. You imagine calling her by them, and they just feel weird.

You make a comment as much, and she echoes your sentiment. Another little meow, and it clicks.

You know her name, she’s been telling you it the whole time. Two days later, your newest addition is sporting a sparkly pink collar with a little silver tag in the shape of a heart. On it is engraved the name you and your lovers could finally agree on, Echo.

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