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TDM #25

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

Skies are clear and the weather is warm.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « SUMMER SPECIAL

(cw: aphro/drugs)

LIEs has once again partnered with a local coffee chain, Peek-A-Brew, to promote their summer menu and help play matchmaker among those in the program. Along with the usual goodie bag, each character will be handed a small slip of paper after Orientation with a date and time, location, and three fun facts about a mystery partner they're to meet for a coffee date. These "facts" may or may not actually be true — they're simply meant to spark conversation. For the duration of the 1-2 hours the pairs are expected to spend getting to know one another, they will receive unlimited free iced coffee, tea, and lemonade and a discount on any other menu items. Seasonal specials include fruity parfaits and popsicles in a variety of refreshing flavors.

Naturally, all goods are spiked to make the consumers more agreeable, more truthful, and perhaps a bit more handsy than normal. Though the meetings are not mandatory, contact with the paper brings on an inexplicable sense of curiosity about meeting their partner and discovering who they really are.

« « « BEAT THE HEAT

(cw: aphro, temporary body changes)

With summer heat building, the natives are looking for a reprieve from the sweltering weather. All manner of frozen treats are being sold and consumed and it's not uncommon to see Submissives fanning their Dominants as they walk down the street or ride the train.

Sprinkler systems are running day and night in North Park and other city-owned patches of green and plenty of people are taking the opportunity to run and jump through the spray with little care for soaked clothing — or perhaps they aren't wearing clothing at all. Others have taken up squirting one another, as well as whoever is passing by, with water guns or hurling water balloons at anyone who looks like they need to cool down. Especially on the streets near the park, it's a wet and wild battle royale and all are welcome to join in.

Getting hit with some of those colorful water balloons and squirt guns temporarily causes those who get splashed to taste like sweet, mouth-watering summer fruits. It's not just their skin either — the effect extends to their sweat, saliva, and even sexual fluids and can last for several hours. Those around them will find it hard to resist having a taste.

« « « HANG ON TO YOUR HATS

(cw: violence, public nudity/exposure)

If you're out on the streets of the Down, it's not just your wallet you have to worry about losing. It seems that one of the local gangs, the Bulldogs, has set a new test for their junior members and those hoping to join: steal an article of clothing right off the body of someone in a public place. From snatching the hat off their head to slicing the shirt off their back, it's anything goes!

These junior initiates quickly get competitive, one-upping each other on who can complete the task in the most ballsy or outrageous manner. Some compete over who can collect the most clothing, either certain articles or overall, or who can score a full set first.

As word spreads and more people are going around suddenly missing part of their outfits, the Sparrows, a rival gang, decide to get in on the action purely for bragging rights. Rather than taking the clothing by force, they pride themselves on using stealth and trickery, leaving more than a few people naked and confused.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character is more of an optimist, they are a Submissive. If your character is more of a pessimist, they are a Dominant.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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He's pleased at the reaction he gets, especially since it's been some time since he was faced with a clit instead of a cock to wrap his lips around. He feels sloppy and out of practice but she's wet and there's a wanton reedy quality to her voice that he's gratified to have put there.

Tongue running over the full breadth of her a second time, this time Hawke stutters in his movement as his cock enters her mouth and just keeps going into wet heat. He groans against her, mouth occupied and causing a muffled vibration that he hopes rattles her as much as she's doing to him.

A moment to recover and Hawke's back at it, beginning to focus on the juicy nub of her clit and sucking the lime flavor on and around it. Another groan escapes him as he does, the flavor washing over his tongue and urging him to lap and suck and swirl his tongue all the more fervently.

There are few things she likes better than dueling mouths, just two people going down on each other for all they're worth, trying to outdo each other and wreck the other one first. Her hips jerk small little motions with every draw of his mouth, clit fully out of its sheath and swollen. She's starting to drip down the insides of her lips, much wetter than a human woman. She probably should have warned him about that ahead of time. He'll find out. He has pleasure sunk low in her belly. At this rate, it won't be too long before her first big O.

She starts her own rhythm on his cock, drawing both on the downstroke and the up with hollowed cheeks and a slurping tongue. She's not afraid to be noisy or messy, saliva dripping down to coat his balls and one hand still stroking them in slow, careful downward tugs.

She cups her other hand under a thickly muscled cheek to play her fingers over the crack, teasing near his opening without fully touching him there yet. She's a big fan of gently testing a line before busting right over it. He's mouthwatering, and it seems no matter how much she licks or sucks him, the flavor only intensifies.

Drawing in a quick, deep breath, she takes him down to the root, a well tamed gag reflex allowing it. She swallows around him before finally coming back up again with eyes watering. A few shallow sucks of his glans have her lower lip playing over his ridge.

He might make a joke about drowning later but for now he simply holds his breath as he can and comes up for air when needed. It's a strange sensation to be surrounded by the scent of limes instead of the scent of sex but it doesn't do much to take him out of the moment, thankfully. Especially not with the wet slurps of her mouth on his cock and the equally loud sucking of his lips against hers. He presses his tongue against her clit and moves it in a hard circle, sliding one hand to fondle her folds as he does, clumsily sliding around to slick himself up on her own juices and explore a way inside with one finger.

Her hands go exploring as well and he has to keep his wits about him instead of bucking unceremoniously into her mouth. He needn't have worried as she takes him in full, pulling a wanton moan from deep in the back of his throat, bubbling a little as it passes through the juices around his mouth. As he'd had all his activity with mostly men recently, his body knows just what to anticipate being teased around his hole and his hips quiver in anticipation.

Coming up for air, he pants heartily and tries to focus his fingers for lack of his tongue while he catches his breath. There's no coldness to his touch now, the heat building in him is too much for that unless he focuses his mana, but he does press a calloused thumb over her swollen clit and slip not one but two thick fingers to nestle in her folds - she's wet enough to take both easily - and then curls them slowly.

She slicks her finger with a quick slurp of it past her lips as she pulls up, takes some of his precum on it, too, and when she's lowering back onto his impossibly strawberry cock, she's also pushing her finger into him in an eased glide.

There's a stutter to her rhythm with the press and curl of his fingers. It's impossible to say fuck with her mouth full of dick. She tries anyway, because he knows what he's doing, and it has her clenching his hand in surprisingly strong and practiced inner muscle. She strokes him from knuckles to fingertips in a drawing squeeze, very much wanting him thinking about how that's going to feel on his cock in a while.

She's careful pressing deeper since there really isn't a whole lot of slick to her finger, but it's fine. She's not trying to fuck him with it, just finding a small spot for gentle pressure and slow circles. Her mouth is still making filthy noises on his cock, lips, chin, and some of his pubes spit soaked and wet. She pulls up just enough to say, "Keep that up, and I'm gonna come so hard on your face. Real soon."

Fingers curling further than his intends, Hawke can't help but loll his head back to cry out when Cinder slides one digit inside him. His body reacts without his thought, not in a position to push down much but his muscles pulsing around her finger just as hers do around his. Though not nearly as strongly, he realizes belatedly as he tries to force his fingers to uncurl. Another moan later and he's forgotten that's what he's been trying to do in a sensation of Cinder's internal petting and the feel and the sound of her mouth on his cock. She pops off of him for a moment to urge him on and it's all he can do to pant at the brief respite.

"Good, I want to feel you scream around my cock when you do." He sounds confident, if winded, but he's very glad he can't look at her because filthy talk is... maybe a bit new for him with someone he's just met and he might be blushing just a bit to match his current flavor.

Or just a lot.

Best to hide that, just in case.

Carefully, he extends his fingers again, brushing the nub he finds deep within and then spreads them apart for some stretch as he shifts to latch his mouth to her clit again - awkwardly for his arm at this angle to keep his fingers inserted but let it not be said he's not willing to go the extra mile - and gives a full, hard suck, just grazing the area around with the edges of his teeth.

"Oh, you'll feel it alright," she says before taking him back in again. God, he's just delicious, and it seems like the more she sucks him, the stronger the flavor. Maybe it should be weird, but compared to a lot of things she experienced back home, it's not so much. She spreads her legs just a little wider, her hips and thighs jerking hard with his scrape of teeth and a soft, muffled, "Mmph!" around his thick meat to show her approval.

She returns the favor, a careful catch of the bottom row of her teeth against the flare of his head, very light and teasing. Her finger has a steady tapping rhythm inside him, massaging the small, spongey spot. She massages his balls with her other hand, slow tugging and caresses, more pressure on the tougher skin beneath them.

Her own rhythm is shifting to something more urgent to the point she takes her hand away from his balls to grip his outer thigh. She tries not to snap her hips, not wanting to bash him in the nose, but by her louder whimpers control is on a knife's edge. When she comes, it's sudden pleasure contracting at her center and spreading outward in rippling waves, a flood of spurting wetness drenching his face, dripping down to the ground beneath him. Somehow she keeps her mouth on him, but her voice is still loud and strained.

Somehow he doesn't inhale the oncoming tide of citrus that drenches him but its a near thing. His focus is both on that and on her mouth vibrating his cock with her prodigious moaning. Desperately he tries to hang on himself, not come just yet and instead hold out for the idea of pulling her atop him for a ride. The thought of sliding into her with little trouble for all the juices and adding his to hers is a heady thought and he sucks and swallows and moves his head just a bit away to try and start that movement...

But her mouth is still on him and her finger still in him and even that little bit of movement pushes him over the cliff he'd been balancing on. He tries to warn her but the amount of wet on his face prevents much more than a cautionary, panted gurgle as he pulses and twitches in her mouth, coming with force, though he hopes distantly not too much as simple white overtakes his thoughts for a hot, interminable moment.

He'll blame the aphrodisiacs that must be in the water for his lessened stamina, if asked, but for now his head goes entirely empty save for the sensation of pleasure and release.

She's so blissed out riding her own waves, she doesn't catch whatever it is he's trying to communicate. It sounds like she may have drowned him a little bit. All she can hope is that he really likes lime, because if she tastes as strong as she smells like it, that had to be one tart drenching.

The flavor is more overwhelming even than the amount of it or the force with which it's hitting the back of her throat, enough that some of it goes into her nose from the back end and stings. Now all she can smell is strawberry. All she can taste, and she drinks some of it but has to allow some of it to drip from parted lips when she finally pulls off of him so she can drag a few ragged breaths.

She slowly pulls her finger out, cursing softly under her breath, mostly variations of, "Fuck," and, "Fuck me," and "Holy fuck." She rests her cheek against his inner thigh and waits for the aftershocks to stop jerking her.

A similar sentiment is what Hawke tries to express but instead he's forced to turn his head as when he inhales, he inhales some of her, and the lime taste goes straight to the back of his throat and what feels like into his lungs, forcing him to cough urgently and hard.

At least he didn't cough into her?

"Maker's balls," he finally breathes, laughing a little and sounding raw, but clearly pleasantly sated. "I think I have a new favorite flavor."

"You OK back there?" She's trying not to laugh and mostly succeeding. She manages to gather enough wherewithal to lift herself and turn around. She doesn't go far, just plopping herself down on him right side up, breasts to chest and her cheek resting in her hand with her elbow in the grass beside his shoulder. Her spread legs sprawl to either side of his hips comfortably.

"I fully intend to call you 'Strawberry,' from this point forward." How long those intentions actually last is anyone's guess. She's a creature of fickle whim and humor more often than not.

"I'd like to say this isn't usually how I meet people, but that would be a total lie. It happens more often at home than here, if you can believe it. As soon as you catch your breath and feel like getting clothes on again, I'll back off the blackberries."

She leans down to kiss him, this time languid and savoring the combined flavors. "This really would make an awesome drink. Just saying."

He puts his arms around her on instinct, kissing back just as lazily as he basks in the afterglow. He's sure the real world where they don't taste like a delicious cocktail will come crashing down eventually but he's not ready to let it. Right now it's just nice to feel tingly and satisfied.

"I'm sure I could whip something up. I was a bartender in another world." Another life, feels like. "I'm rather content to lay around for a moment though, if you are, though if you call me strawberry then I will absolutely get up anyway."

Is it better or worse than Waffles? He's really not sure.

"What sort of place are you from that this is a normal how do you do?"

"Oh, yeah? We'll have to think of a good name for it, something that doesn't sound nearly as filthy as we both know it is." The idea of having a little secret like that between them amuses her. She giggles a little.

"I'm totally fine with lazing on the grass in the shade with you. I guess I'll refrain." She slides a fingertip down his cheek, ending it in a scritch of his goatee with more fingers coming to the party. He's still wet and slick from her and smells like he fell face-first into an entire crate of limes. "For now," she adds archly.

"A very wild place, both literally and physically." She props herself more comfortably, allowing herself to slip to the side so one hip is on the ground. She keeps a long leg draped over his upper thighs. "All kinds of different sentient races, and man, I dunno. Sex is just a thing you do when you're bored, or you're traveling in a caravan, or you first meet some hot elf pirate who has kidnapped you for ransom, and then you become best friends and best fuckbuddies for life. It's a lot of fun, and there are native tentacle monsters that live in ponds." She waggles her ears and eyebrows both.

"What's your world like?"

She giggles and he grins, unable or unwilling to hide how he enjoys the sound. So many of his sexual interactions in Duplicity before his disappearance and return had been fraught. It's nice to have something be uncomplicated just because it can be. He'll endeavor to keep it that way, he decides in that moment, blatantly ignoring the small hollow in his chest that he's transgressed in some way. He can wrestle with that later.

Her fingers runs down his face and he leans his chin up just a bit for her scritching, almost like an eager dog, as she explains her world. He's a bit sad when she extricates her hands to get more comfortable but says nothing of it, taking the opportunity to shift a bit to his side himself so he can look at her face to face still, his arm loosely on her exposed hip and petting the curve gently back in forth absently.

"Nothing so casual and fun as yours," he replies with a short laugh at her waggling. "Not nearly as much emphasis on sex as there or here for that matter. I'm pretty sure the Chantry would prefer that we kept that all between wedded pairs and in the bedroom, which does make it fun when you don't follow that edict. We've all sorts of sentient races too. It's so strange running into those that don't. Did you know there's people here who have never even seen an dwarf? Or an elf for that matter."

He gently pokes one of her ears for emphasis. It's easier to shift the topic to this instead of the overall realities of Thedas. What she says of her own world does run familiar on some level - he's pretty sure he's had that particular fantasy about a particular Rivaini pirate - but its difficult to extricate those fanciful stories from the injustices and upheaval that's happened around him at all times. There's silliness, certainly, but somehow its difficult to think of right now. A lot of things are difficult right now.

Maker's balls, when did he get so dour?

"There are great forests in Thedas though." That she should like, he thinks. She's an elf. Maybe not the best assumption but she has plant magic so its an educated guess at least. "Trees so tall its impossible to see the tops. Easy to hide in and find hidden glens and secret caves. Once I swear I even saw the trees move on their own. I was told there's possessed, walking trees called Sylvan but I've never seen one myself."

She wrinkles her nose at the description of the chantry. There are some sects on her world like that, some people in Sistregaard, too, who view sex and joining as a way of assuring bloodlines and not the more casual, light-hearted romps she has chosen for herself. Her mother, for example, which makes her own parentage that much more...hypocritical, all things considered.

She nods at his question, though, glad to set aside those thoughts. "Yeah, I've run into a lot of people here who thought I was wearing fake ears. When I first met Jon he accused me of...shit, what was the word?" She has to think about it. "Cosplaying." She shivers a little bit for the touch to a sensitive ear. It gets another quickly flashed grin.

But she's watching his eyes. Usually pretty good at reading people, flashes of expressions. She has to be in her line of work. There are probably things he isn't saying and things she shouldn't ask, or he's homesick. Or missing someone specific. It's never easy to tell the cause when she doesn't know the person.

"That sounds very similar to the woodlands and wilderness of my world," she says. "We have some trees taller than the skyscrapers here, very deep in the wildest places. You could just about fit a village in some of those."

Her brow furrows a little at the description of a possessed tree. "Possessed by what?"

Now is probably a bad time to say that she and her father's court could get an entire landscape moving on the Wild Hunt. It's not...a pleasant thing, and most humans tend to find the thought pretty scary. She supposes she would, too, if she were on the other side of it.

"Demons, or spirits. One of the two. That's how most inanimate objects come to life where I'm from." He gives an ambivalent shrug. It's fairly commonplace in his line of work to go up against possessed corpses, people, trees, goats... He's pretty sure he'd encountered a possessed tankard of ale once but that could have been the other seven tankards he'd drunk before that.

"I actually didn't get out in the woods very much until more recently. Or, I suppose it was something more like five years ago? Six maybe? I spent the better part of a decade before that in a city. The forests after years of that were incredibly quiet comparatively." Absently, he reaches up with one hand and plays with the ends of her hair, letting them curl around his fingers. "I'm not much one for the quiet, personally."

"Huh." It's a thoughtful noise. She trails her hand idly over the swell of his chest, letting her fingertips linger over his sternum in a little back and forth stroking. "I recently sucked off a spooge demon to get a prophecy. It was kinda rude and the usual mumbo jumbo." It'll probably make sense after the fact, not before.

"Yeah? I can be. Like...cities are great, don't get me wrong. If you're bored or hard up for work, you're way better off there than farting off into the woods and hoping some stray nature spirit has a quest worth the weirdness. But there's something about the deep woods, just you and all the plants and animals, no separation." She slaps her hand down flat, a light pop without a sting.

"Stick with me, and you'll have all the noise you can handle and then some. M says the only thing harder than getting her talking sometimes is shutting me up."

He makes a rumbling hum noise that reverberates through his chest at her fingers tracing over his breastbone that turns into a low chuckle at her description of a 'spooge demon'.

The woods, to him, are not nearly so fond a place. The woods mean they're running again, they've always meant that, and so he's never been much of a fan. Maybe for a walk or some kind of task they're fine but spending a great deal of time among the trees means he's not welcome in structured society for the time being and its not a feeling he relishes.

"Well good, I do enjoy a good amount of chatter, even if I don't always join in. Honestly that's one of the best feelings to me, being surrounded by other people telling stories, sharing drink, just a general feeling of camaraderie and companionship." He grins and reaches down to squeeze her ass teasingly. "Granted a party of two is also quite fun."

"Man, I totally agree. This friend of mine owns a great place she just opened up with her girlfriend called The Back Door. I bet you'd love it. They've got this machine that plays music and has words that scroll on it so you can sing along. People dance. It's a little hole in the wall. I can introduce you to some of my friends, and we can like...make a night of it."

She grins and wrinkles her nose. "I'm always down for a party." Her hand wanders over to flick lightly at a nipple, not so much trying to rev him up for round two as giving as good as she gets.

"The only thing that's missing is a table for cards. That sounds wonderful." And it really does, actually. Meeting people in a bar, singing, dancing. His best nights in Kirkwall were similar and there's a perpetual part of him that yearns for Wicked Grace nights where he'd lose coin, his shirt, and whatever dignity he could be said to have left, but always go home happy.

The nipple flick causes him a sharp intake of breath and brings him back to the present, laughing. "Do you know Chris? I think he'd be down for a night of that too. The three of us could take down a bar."

"They've got tables there, too. We could totally do that. You play strip poker?" It's one of her favorites. She's terrible at it.

"Yeah, I know Chris. One of my favorite assholes around here," she says affectionately. "We hit it off pretty much right away without, uh...city weirdness contributing." Not that she minds meeting people that way either. Obviously. "I'm totally there for it. You guys just let me know when, and if I'm not working, we're set."

"I play strip wicked grace but I've been taught poker a few times so eventually I'm sure the rules will stick." He is also terrible at it but that's part of the fun.

His hands keep idly roaming, nothing expressing he wants to go for round two but he's a tactile sort of man and likes the feeling of her skin under his fingers. "I'll let you both know. I need to get a little more situated first, I think. Job and all, as you said. What do you do for work?"

"I'm a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. It's fun. The clients are cool, and I often help them pick out some flash or body jewelry. We do piercings, also." It's enough to make her some of her own spending money without eating too much into her time.

She settles her head down onto her arm. "Think I'm gonna nap here a little while." She mutters something to the brambles. "You're welcome to join me. They'll let you out when you're ready to go." Whether that's now or later.

For her part, good sex plus a hot summer day on top of a cooler spot on the grass in the shade is a recipe for sleepiness.

"Hmm, piercings. That seems cool." He's no stranger to tattoos either, as she probably saw when she was laying on his chest just over the feather inked just atop his heart; and having been close to the one on his leg, though probably not paying overmuch attention to it, considering.

"Maybe I'll check it out sometime. I want to get the one on my wrist redone. It vanished when I did, apparently." He stifles a yawn, her declaration of a nap apparently bringing about that particular contagion. He's not usually one for just laying about naked outdoors but they're covered here and he's in no hurry to get dressed, instead letting his eyes droop a bit. They're covered, and he's capable to defending them both if anyone or anything unwanted comes across them.

"It's very nice to meet you, Cinder." He chuckles warmly as the warm summer day starts to take hold.

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