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[tricitymonsters]

DAY 13 - Boot Worship

DAY 13 - Boot Worship

Amir x Reader

Content Warnings: Dom/sub flavors, otherwise its pretty straightforward.

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When Amir opens the door to his boudoir, he’s got nothing on but a shaped waist corset and the longest, sleekest boots that hug his long, shapely legs like a luxurious second skin all the way to his mid thigh.

He strides up to you and gives you a thorough once over, taking in your semi slack posture hunched on the edge of his chaise, your flushed face, and the trek your eyeballs make up to his exposed, pierced cock.  “Ah,” he admonishes, smirking.  “Today, I’m making you earn it.  Let’s see how well you do.”

You swallowed a little nervously at that but this is what you wanted- to experience Amir in a more dominating way than his typical approach to your trysts.  You wanted him to show you more of that… you don’t know what to call it.  Something in him leaves him so effortlessly in control, so effortlessly imperious and unquestionable in-charge that he radiates it when he doesn’t even mean to and you want to explore more of that.

You are surprised that he’s not brought out any implements or toys.  You were expecting a collar, a leash, maybe even a riding crop.

Amir stands before you unfussed and unfazed, staring down his aquiline nose at your clammy face.  And then he smiles.  “I want you on the floor,” he says, but his tranquil tone doesn’t hide the steely tinge of something that makes the simple statement a direct command.  He’s already tapping into exactly what you want more of and it makes you ache.

Somewhat clumsily, you slide off the chaise, balancing somewhat limply on your knees before you make to bend forward more.  To your surprise, Amir bends one knee- the calfskin cladding his leg is so soft and supple that it’s completely silent with the movement- and he presses the very sharp toe of his boot to your solar plexus and gently (but commandingly) pushes you back until you’re leaning against the chaise frame, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Do you know much about leather, darling?”

You shake your head.

“You can feel the difference in quality with only a little exposure to different grades.”  He presses sharply with his foot and when you can only look at him with dazed confusion, he makes a curt gesture with his chin.  “Feel it.”

Like a rubber band, your brain snaps back into function and you grab his leg with both hands. You’re always surprised to feel a respectable amount of strength in those legs- amir plays lithe and languid but his calf is tight and solid under your fingers.  He’s also right about the leather quality.  It’s impossibly soft beneath your fingers, warm from Amir’s typically intense body heat.  You look up at him for a second and he moves so he’s standing on two feet again, though he reaches down to grab your hair and pull you in a little more roughly, pressing your face to his shin as you clumsily lean in.  

“Good leather has a subtle smell that’s very pleasant too,” he says and you swear he’s using his succubus powers because the second he says it you DO smell it.  Warm and earthy but on top of that there’s the smell of Amir himself that’s just about intoxicating.  Cardamom, roasted coffee, citrus flowers…  The hit is heady and you nuzzle against his leg harder.  He pushes your head down (down down down) until you’re hovering over the flat part of his foot and somehow, you already know what to do.

You plant a breathy kiss to the surface reverently and feel a euphoric shot of submissive pleasure when Amir’s hand tightens a fraction in your hair.  It’s praising, you know that it is somehow.  So you continue.

You press kiss after kiss along the contour of his foot to where the huge stiletto heel has his ankle sharply angled in a graceful, sexy line to accomodate the height.  You move higher and higher, planting wet, needy kisses all the way up his calf and over his knee and before you realize it, you’re kneeling, straddling his leg and trying to kiss all the way up to where his hard cock points. 

[vcnomhq]

mother   take   me   to   the   altar   ,   something's   in   the   water  carry   me   carry   me   home  father   save   me   from   the   monsters   ,   hold   me   like   a   daughter carry   me   carry   me   home 

drip drip drip

confusing   .   scorching   .   detrimental   . 

being   born   doesn't   mean   being   loved   .   but   you   would   know   all   about   that   ,   wouldn't   you   ? 

with   your   mother   working   day   and   night   to   make   a   living   .   and   with   a   father   who   rarely   got   home   enough   for   you   to   recognize   him   as   such   .   .   .   growing   up   in   fondness   was   never   truly   an   option   . 

not   when   mother   kept   a   watchful   eye   on   your   every   move   .   not   when   father's   voice   could   be   heard   two   streets   down   ,   screaming   your   failures   to   the   world   as   if   it   was   the   glue   keeping   the   family   together   .   not   when   ha-rin   was   a   talented   reader   ,   very   skilled   in   the   kitchen   ,   as   well   .   not   when   seo-ah   excelled   in   knitting   with   a   beauty   that   had   all   the   neighborhood   boys   line   up   for   her   . 

with   two   sisters   this   demanding   of   their   place   .   .   .   where   would   you   fit   into   the   picture   ? 

drip   drip   drip 

alarming   .   constant   .   numb   . 

being   a   teenager   wasn't   easy   to   begin   with   .   there   was   barely   a   thing   that   didn't   change   about   and   around   you   .   with   one   exception   ,   of   course   . 

mother   stopped   talking   to   you   about   two   years   ago   .   father   ditched   the   nightly   visits   home   more   frequently   .   ha-rin   was   promised   a   bright   future   in   the   medical   field   .   seo-ah   secretly   met   with   suitors   and   proudly   wore   two   successful   beauty   contests   under   her   belt   . 

when   are   you   going   to   do   something   worth   the   breath   you're   wasting   ?   .   .   .   you   hear   a   voice   that's   not   yours   . 

drip   drip   drip 

repulsive   .   taunting   .   addictive   . 

you   got   into   your   first   fight   .   but   he   deserved   it   ,   didn't   he   ?   the   boy   that   broke   ha-rin's   heart   .   it   was   either   him   or   her   ,   so   you   did   what   was   only   logical   to   you   and   pounced   .   lunged   and   tore   .   toretoretore   . 

this   would   make   you   feel   better   ,   right   ? 

a   broken   nose   ,   black   and   blue   scattered   over   sun   kissed   skin   and   three   missing   teeth   .   got   off   scotch   free   ,   you'd   like   to   think   .   he   should've   eaten   the   concrete   beneath   your   feet   ,   swallowed   dry   until   it   trickled   red   .   one   drop   for   every   tear   she   shed   . 

it   was   the   right   thing   to   do   ,   wasn't   it   ?   then   .   .   .   why   is   mother   so   angry   ?   why   is   that   enough   to   make   father   come   home   after   half   a   year   of   absence   ?   why   are   both   your   sisters   huddled   on   the   couch   ?   and   why   won't   they   look   at   you   ? 

drip   drip   drip 

���………..

it   doesn't   stop   .   it   never   does   . 

it   outruns   what   must   flee   .   it   shackles   what   wants   to   be   free   . 

so   ,   you   fall   weak   -   you   surrender   . 

.   .   .   hoping   that   the   leaking   tap   someday   falters   . 

when   are   you   going   to   do   something   worth   the   breath   you're   wasting   ?   .   .   .   you   hear   a   voice   that's   strangely   familiar   to   one   you   heard   before   . 

drip   drip   drip 

you   force   it   by   hand   ,   trembling   fingers   trying   to   close   around   cold   metal   .   pushpushpush   . 

oh   god   ,   please   just   let   me   have   this   .   for   once   .   pleaseplease   .   don't   let   them   be   right   .   don't   let   them   inside   .   don't   let   them   be   me   .

and   even   as   the   pressure   builds   beneath   ,   you   will   pretend   to   welcome   the   fload   afoot   . 

tick tick tick

“   as   they   lost   control   over   their   vehicle   and   drove   into   the   upcoming   traffic   ” 

you   should   be   devasted   .   this   should   shatter   you   .   you   know   it   should   .   looking   at   your   sisters   ,   holding   them   as   they   fall   to   their   knees   whilst   dissolving   in   tears   .   .   .   it's   clear   that   something's   wrong   . 

“   the   two   passengers   ,   a   fourty   year   old   woman   and   a   fourty-four   year   old   man,   inside   have   been   declared   dead   by   police   ”

you   wait   .   possibly   for   the   other   shoe   to   drop   .   countless   nights   you   sit   in   baited   breath   .   it's   there   .   .   .   somewhere   .   you   can   feel   the   bared   fangs   scraping   against   your   neck   . 

but   no   matter   how   many   nights   you   spent   hunched   in   fear   with   a   mind   numbed   by   ethanol   and   a   heart   barely   beating   .   .   .   it   never   comes   . 

tick   tick   tick 

so   you   increase   the   dosage   .   your   laugh   becomes   louder   ,   your   grasp   firmer   . 

talk   to   nobody   ,   trust   nobody   ,   love   nobody   ,   touch   nobody   . 

quick   pleasures   ,   cheap   thrills   replacing   what   was   once   considered   a   soul   . 

shrivelled   up   to   die   . 

when   are   you   going   to   do   something   worth   the   breath   you're   wasting   ?   .   .   .   you   hear   your   voice   .   bitter   as   it   spits   venom   . 

and   that's   when   you   hear   it   .   .   . 

drip   drip   drip 

[hawksredrobe]

HI OH MY GOD im so so so obsessed with your House MD fics on ao3, I literally can’t put it into words. every day, I reload ao3 looking for House fics, specifically Hilson. YOU LITERALLY CAPTURE THEM PERFECTLY!!! I read Mr. Magic Hands when it first was posted, then have reread it over and over and over again. I just read A Delightful Foray Into Repressed Sadism and like—can we PLEASE talk about Wilson being a sadist???? And you’re SO right- House isn’t a sadist or a masochist, but so desperate to please others (mainly Wilson) and find out all of the secret details. There’s a part of the story that I wanted to highlight.

“You delight in provoking me because you know it’s going to get you this. You want my pain. You think you deserve it.”

THIS IS LITERALLY SO?!?!!?!? oh my god. Not only is hilson smut so <3, but it also is INCREDIBLE from Wilson bc he’s right—I think House does provoke Wilson because he wants to see how far he can go. He wants that “punishment” of sorts, but he also wants to pushpushpush until he can’t anymore. (Also, House is literally a such a bratty bottom and I’m so grateful to see someone finally agree.)

And it’s not just the smut!!! You capture them so well even in fluffy writing!!! House is absolutely the type to start with pet names ironically, but then realize that he’s sickeningly obsessed. I’ve always had the thought of him calling Wilson ‘doll’, but ‘honey’ works just as well. I’m obsessed with it. Because, well, OBVIOUSLY a it’s a joke guys…. and then House is saying it and thinking it when no one is there to see it as a joke. And the last line of Honey drives me utterly insane (in the best way!!!) because Wilson calling House ‘baby’ is EVERYTHING IVE EVER NEEDED PLEASE it’s just sosososo good and I’m so grateful for you and your writing. I’m so hyperfixated on House MD, it’s lowkey so bad, but your stories genuinely help fuel my excitement about the series!!! Sending so much good energy your way bc you’re literally one of my fav people on the Internet right now :’)

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AWWWW thank you so much??? this is such an incredibly sweet ask??? thank you for taking the time to write this oh my god this was such an unexpected but lovely surprise

you are so right that house is a bratty bottom

house saying in the show "i dont want to push this till it breaks" can coexist with him saying "i know i can say anytihng to him and he'll never leave" and translates into him pushing at wilson's repressed kinks until he gets. exactly what u saw

i am writing the part 2 of wilson calling house baby as we speak :) god thank you. i am going to come back to this ask over and over because of how lovely and sweet it is, it's reasons like this that i want to post fanfic in the first place

[fruitpearl]

LEWIS PLEASEEEEE PUSHPUSHPUSH

[demimeeow]

#gym #workingout #stayfit #fitwomen #aestethics #chestday #shoulderworkout #benchpress #gymmotivation #workoutroutine #morningworkout #pushpushpush #gettingstronger #liftup #weights #stayhealthy (at The Gym Dagenham) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1xSU2JBl6o/?igshid=1utr7w0qmxsyi

[girllibre]

Taking a deep breath and having my last coffee on Venice canals, Los Angeles before my departure to Tijuana airport. Finally after 7 long weeks in Los Angeles I’m heading HOME TO CUBA - where apart from my “old” girlfriend @thaira.music, a “newly” adopted dog Usko is waiting me :)) Feeling so anxious about the ride because it’s the first time I have to take a bus to Border Pass Express #cbx in San Diego so I can cross to Tijuana! It would be fairly easy, but this time I am bringing to Cuba more then 130 kg of luggage (300 pounds)!!!! Much of it is to donate since things are scarce in Cuba. First part of my stay I was shopping like crazy because you need to bring virtually everything to Cuba and second part of my stay I was trying to figure out how can I carry with 2 hands 5 big suitcases... Until my friend suggested Dolly - the problem solver!!! “Dolly” sounds like a hot blond California chick, ok, rather a hot woman in her 60-tees, probably a waitress from those road movies, but in fact she was my last very much needed “purchase” - It’s a little push-push truck I got for $30 dollars in a hardware store. Normally when you travel, there is no need for it, because airports have carts but when you travel “abnormally” like me, with so much luggage via border pass express in San Diego, she might come handy. The thing is when you take CBX, you have to walk for about 10 minutes over a “bridge” (long hallway) between US and Mexico, without any airport cart, which would not be possible for me. So I have my own cart Dolly, and once I’ll be at the check-in desk in Tijuana airport, I’m going to have another adrenaline rush, because I’m always overweight :) Guys, many of you ask me how Americans can travel to Cuba from US, so will make my next post about it. It’s very easy. Unless you are bringing 300 pounds of luggage like me :) Then it’s just HEAVY!!! But certainly not imposible! #travelcuba #travelcubanow #cubatravel #Cuba2Day #dolly #enjoytheride #retrobike #mug #quotemug #venicecanals #goodbye #dolly #dollycart #pushpushpush #adventure #bikelife #bike #bikerchick #amazon #california #californialiving (at San Diego, California)

[myspiritway]

Let’s be honest.. you can do it! You can at least try. It’s better to do something, even if you can’t perform 100% of what you wish to do, but at least you moved your ass. You can only get better, with consistent work. Little by little and with time you will realize, that you definitely are more of yourself. It’s so amazing, to try! Everyday more and more! It’s never get easier - you just get better! 😱😱😱 #movement #movementismedicine #moveforward #pushyourself #push #pushupseveryday #pushpushpush #strongertogether #strongwill #potential #hiddenpotential #release #truestory #truecrime #fight #testosterone #testosteronetherapy (at Reykjavík, Iceland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3yWvqFPDN/?igshid=4dmlkp3rd5tm

[ryu13skpm]

ISO 12800 🧐🧐 . Kodak Tri-X 400 . Push Dev. Push Dev. . Leica Barnack 2c Canon Serener50mm . . #monochrome #pushpushpush #skateboard #bw #kodaktrix #iso12800 #skatephotography #shinjukulocal https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Obsb5B3lg/?igshid=1pv4vc1u8xn7w

[cupcakeslushie]

YOUR AU IS MAKING ME GO CRAZY /pos

So. How do the brothers (yes, including Raph even tho he wasn’t separated from him) react to seeing Splinter again? Does Raph resent his dad? How is Splinter different in this AU? Also - Jinx has psychosis in Arcane, so does Donnie hallucinate seeing or hearing dead people?? Maybe he hallucinated his brothers being there for so many years and built up these fake personas of them that is totally different from how his brothers actually are?? 🤔

ALSO also, seeing an absolutely emotionless Mikey makes me CRY i want to hold him . thank u for this AU it’s so goooood

Splinter is a lot more broken, and hard on himself here. Raph is such a empathetic character that he can see how much losing Leo and Mikey, even Donnie, the brother he never got to know, weighs on his dad, so he tries to be understanding. They’re a lot closer as a result. Splinter also doesn’t hide his past, as that’s kinda hard to do when they’re actively being hunted, and if Splinter is gonna tell Raph about his past with Saki, then he might as well tell him about everything.

Mikey isn’t hostile, just suspicious of Splinter and takes forever to trust him, but Splinter understands how Big Mama works and they come to a good place eventually. They do a lot of bonding activities, and Mikey even helps Splinter finally deal with his own Battle Nexus trauma.

Leo and Donnie are probably the most resentful/combative. Once Leo is able to untangle all the lies Shredder fed him, he takes to avoiding Splinter. They got off on the wrong foot already, and Leo knows that Splinter is uncomfortable with the way Leo treats him so formally. When Leo called him Master Splinter with such a dead look in his eyes, Splinter had to immediately cancel training and leave the dojo.

Donnie replaces Draxum with Splinter as easily as inserting a new memory card into an old slot, but is so thrown when his accomplishments get heaps of praise. His brain screams at him to pushpushpush, to find the limit of Splinter’s seemingly endless well of patience. Three’s so unbalanced by everything—but he’s not an idiot, he can see the way Splinter grinds his teeth when Donnie does something bad. So why is he never punished like his brothers? Leo slaughtered more than a dozen Foot soldiers and was “grounded” for a month. Mikey made a mess in the kitchen and couldn’t go anywhere until he cleaned up after himself, and he was given supply run duty for two weeks. Yet as stupidly tame as those punishments were, Donnie had pulled things just as bad, but the worst he ever got was a long lecture. It doesn’t make any logical sense…Three spent so much of his life wishing to be considered special, and now he’s being treated better than his brothers, at least in this one aspect. So why does it feel like he’s being mocked instead? Why does it feel like Splinter thinks he’s weak, just like Draxum had, only in a different way? He’s not soft, but he’s being treated with kid gloves.

[howdoyousleep3]

ok but steve sitting in daddy james’ lap riding him and demanding for his daddy to choke him until james slaps him and reminds him to use his manners and waits for stevie to ask nicer and nicer while james pretends to be unsure abt whether or not steve deserves it until steve is begging for a hand around his throat 👀

This sounds v much like them if they are in the right headspace for it. Stevie doll is one to pushpushpush until he gets what he wants and that simply doesn’t fly with Daddy James (most of the time...). I don’t think it would be a crazy slap across the cheek but I bet it would be a good tap or two and a chin grab and a shake to bring him back to who he is and his place. But it would make Steve so hot, so startled, he’d whine but roll his hips, make Daddy purr out an amused, “Look at that, should’a known...” 

I almost feel like the hand around Steve’s throat would bring him back down. I’ve spoken with the all-knowing @sheetsforwhichimmade and we almost feel like Steve would grow to really want to feel that collar sometimes, would get a grip on the back of the neck in public as praise, would want Daddy’s hand on his neck to feel less in-control? Maybe if he feels himself getting bad when he wants to be so good for Daddy he’ll want to feel a hand on his neck, like his collar. 

And he may be slipping in this scenario, may want to be bad, but the effect of the hand around his neck is still a powerful one. There are some grips that James gives him that are for stability, for centering purpose, but then there are some that take the air right out of Steve’s lungs, that leave Steve’s heart hammering against his chest. 

This is a moment that would require a scary-firm grip, tight on either side of Steve’s neck, a tug. James would kiss the corner of his mouth, watch Steve’s eyes scatter but then focus back in with a whimper. 

“You with me now? You ready to be my sweet boy?” 

Steve wouldn’t get what he wants in this scenario, James not easily swayed, but that would just make the payoff for a good reward that much sweeter. 

[charmingpplincardigans]

13 xiv and peleon pls

Some too loud idiot boys, just for you. Sorry there’s no kissing.

Xiv cupped the pendant in his hands and held it up in front of his face. “Night mom,” he said. 

“Goodnight sweet sweet sweet sweat p-pear p-good good good near…”

His stomach dropped out with the recurrence of the glitch. “No, stop it,” he hissed. “Mom.” 

He pressed the off button on the pendant, frantically trying to reset it. Reset it to what he didn’t know. He wasn’t the tech guy, he just knew that sometimes turning things off helped. Maybe electronics needed rest the same as people. Maybe that was why no one could figure out how to keep a human mind intact in a metal and silicone frame. It. Push. Never. Push. Turned. Push. Off. Pushpushpush.

“Great holiday sunflower sturgeon sunnerfly build my sweet boy,” the pendant garbled. 

Xiv held the power button and his breath for a count of ten. When he let both go again the pendant beeped out an ear piercing error and went black. He picked up a pillow, mashed it tight against his face, and groaned loudly into it in frustration. Then he held it there, enjoying the tiny security of the snug closeness of his breath. 

There was a knock on the door. In a huff, Xiv dropped the pendant and the pillow onto his bed and threw his hands in the air. “What?!” 

The door opened slowly with a quiet squeak. Peleon stood on the other side of it, looking more rumpled than Xiv had ever seen him. Instead of sharp creases and dark silks he was wearing a pair of grey herringbone patterned sweatpants and a pine green t-shirt with the name of the Werner concert hall scrawled across it in thick script. His hair was wet and pushed straight back and his feet were bare. He hovered just across the threshold, looking down at it, seemingly unsure if he was allowed to cross. 

Peleon’s uncertainty of his place in his own home, a home Xiv was now making unsure by taking up space in it, put a cold spike through the warmth Xiv had first felt upon seeing Peleon look strangely touchable. 

“What?” he asked, sharp with aggravation. 

Peleon winced. “You seemed like you were having some trouble. I thought maybe if it was anything to do with the house I’d offer to help. I’ve been here for nearly eight years. I’ve got most of it figured out by now.” 

Xiv sat down on his bed and protectively closed his hand over the pendant. 

Peleon’s eyes followed the movement. He crossed his arms. The peacocks on the display of his prosthetic danced in irritation around his bicep. The whole arm glowed a faint purple for the moment. Xiv had known about Peleon’s prosthetic, but having never seen it he had erroneously assumed it would be a matte silver or black no-nonsense affair, the same as Wagner’s whole body, the same as Peleon’s attitude. 

“I didn’t know there was anything you didn’t have figured out,” Xiv said. “Everything in the world seems to be open to you, what with the-” He gestured vaguely towards his head. 

Peleon nodded. “With the mods I can hear and see more than others, but only as a matter of convenience. Given some time and any access to the information you can know everything I do. You just have to know where to look.” 

“Sometimes there’s nothing to see,” Xiv grumbled. 

Peleon took a small step into the room. “What is it we’re looking for?” he asked softly. 

Xiv hadn’t quite realized how much he’d come to depend on Peleon acting like he knew everything. How much smaller it made his world feel, to know that Peleon couldn’t crack the whole thing open for him. He sighed and tossed the pendant to Peleon, who caught it against his chest. 

“It’s this piece of junk.” 

He regretted the word the moment he said it. Acknowledging that the pendant was breakable felt like he might be losing his mother all over again. There was a backup of the data of course, but for some reason thinking about a backup of a backup made her memory feel even further away. 

Peleon turned the pendant over in his hands, studying it closely. “What is this? A second gen Sparo?”

“Yeah, I was one of the first people to get my hands on it. Benefits of a sob story and the family name.” 

“Torres?” Peleon asked absently. 

“No,” Xiv admitted.  

Peleon looked up and studied Xiv in the same way he’d been mentally picking apart the pendant. 

“No,” Xiv clarified. Torres isn’t my real last name. It’s Deacon.” 

“Torres was her name,” Peleon said. 

Xiv nodded. 

“Thank you for trusting me with that. I knew all of it, of course. I did a quite thorough background check before I let Wagner bring you on, but-”

“Because the only mystery allowed around here is you,” Xiv muttered.

“But!” Peleon said, raising his voice. “That’s never mattered to me. Not as much as who you want to be, anyway. That’s the most important version of any of us.” 

Of course. “Thanks.” 

Peleon tossed the pendant back to Xiv. “I can’t be sure without pulling it apart and doing some hands on data analysis, but I think it’s just a small corruption in the data tree that routes the conversation adaptation in the programming. Should be easy enough to get back on track. If you’d allow me to fiddle with it.” 

Xiv placed the pendant into its charging bed on the nightstand. “You’ve got enough to do, surely, without spending time on my nonsense.” 

Peleon sighed. “The hours are too long lately.” He ran his neon tinged hand through his hair, knocking a couple ginger locks askew to cascade down the side of his forehead. “It’s hard to fill them without Wagner here as taskmaster.”

“You should spend some of them sleeping,” Xiv said.  

“Well, I would, but my new roommate is a disaster. Just a real loud asshole. He may also be keeping you awake right now.” 

Xiv threw a pillow at Peleon who punched it back at him. It landed on the floor between them and they both looked down at it for a long moment in awkward anticipation, as if it might come to life and choose one of them over the other. When nothing happened Peleon stretched his arms behind his back and backed out of Xiv’s room into the hallway. 

“Let me know when you want me to take her,” Peleon said. 

“Sure,” Xiv answered. He stood up. “Hey.” 

Peleon paused, one foot already pointing toward his bedroom at the end of the corridor. “Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Xiv said. 

Peleon gave him a small smile and then looked off over Xiv’s shoulder, as if looking at him straight on was uncomfortable. “Of course, that’s what friends do, right?”

“Right,” Xiv said. “Friends.”

Peleon nodded and shut Xiv’s door behind him as he left.

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