[Should they? No. Will they have to? Probably. Please don't drink everything, Eli, you will Die.]
...Drinking in the nekiya sounds like the worst idea.
[So, yeah, that's agreement, and he'll show up not long after Eli, with... probably entirely too many multicolored bottles. For claiming to have standards, he sure did pull mid-range, sugary nonsense, but! They'll taste good! And hit hard!
So he'll sit. And set them all down with the distinct clatter of... plastic bottles... and will watch Eli closely to see what he might gravitate to.]
[ They should really consider bringing chairs up here if this is going to become a Thing, but for now, Eli, who was chilling with his back against an A/C unit, gives the colorful bottles a wide-eyed look. Whoa! ]
Holy shit, I don't even know half the fruits on these!
[ Apocalyptic Australia is a sad place. In the end, he'll first reach for the melon one and crack the top open to sniff it. ]
[ They don't have to acknowledge it becoming a Thing. It's just that a comfy old couch would make for improved drinking (alcohol and blood) conditions, right? ]
Are there candy versions of fruit?
[ Looks like Celeste guessed that one right. He's had sweet things rarely. That certainly is enough to encourage him to take a tentative sip. Oh. Oh! He jerks his head back to give the bottle a surprised look. ]
[ Arven: the healthy food friend versus Celeste: the unhealthy food friend. Fight. ]
Ha, you really are going to end up spoiling me.
[ He can get himself candy, Celeste! They don't card for that! He'll take a longer swig of the melon schnapps before screwing the cap back on and perusing the other options. ]
It's fine. I'll stop once I start feeling a buzz, alright? Hmm. Did you have a favorite fruit? Was it any of these?
[Consider instead: they both gang up on Eli to make him Try New Things.]
Someone has to.
[But has he gotten himself candy yet?? No, apparently not!]
Good boy. [Requisite affectionate hair ruffle! But really, he's glad to hear Eli won't push it too far just because there's New Things To Try. It's not like there won't be more chances in the future, anyway.
But the question does give him pause, makes him look back at the row of bottles.]
I did... It's not here, not really. The sour apple would be different. Raspberry would be the next best one, I think.
[ Complain as he does, it is nice. He sort of hates that it is. With a grumble, he grabs the raspberry bottle and opens that next. He'll take a swig of that, too. ]
Huh. This one is pretty good, too. Probably better than the melon, even. [ Yeah, he's taking another drink of that. ] So. If sour apple is too different from your favorite, does that mean just normal apples are what you liked?
[So yeah, that's a no. Ironically, he probably would have stopped by now if Eli genuinely hated it instead of putting up a nominal fuss every time. So it goes.]
Mhm. From what I understand, sour apple is one of those artificial flavors made for the sake of being sour candy, and I was turned long before the flavor was invented.
[Not real ones, of course, but. Well. Look how bright green that bottle is, that's definitely all artificial, baby.]
Real ones, the red ones, anyway, are... sweet, and crisp, and they're even decent before they're ripe and for a while after they're at their best. Easy enough to steal, too, for someone who might need something healthy for once.
Yeah, but! [ Huff. Honestly, this guy... ] Fine. Just. Reel it in around other people, okay? I don't care what you do in private.
[ He should probably have reworded that. Anyway, he drinks a little more of the raspberry before setting that aside, too, and reaching for the oh so artificial sour apple. He's curious! ]
We do get apples sometimes, but I remember going out to pick quandong. Folks say it tastes kind of like apricots, I guess? Other than that, we have a lot of plums that grow wild out there. Those are alright, too.
...Alright. [He actually relents on that! Wow! Buuut since they are in private, he'll do one more little ruffle for good measure. And, yeah, he should have probably reworded that, but he'll let it go. For now.]
You should see about taking things back, if trying to beat up the goddess doesn't upset her too much.
[Bring seeds and agriculture back to the post apocalypse by the power of jamjar magic, Eli. Surely nothing could go wrong there.]
[It's okay, he'll try again once he is, just to see if he'll lean in and do a metaphorical tail-wag.]
Mm, you still have to figure out how to get her attention, though.
[It seemed like talking shit got her attention on the network that one time, but... that doesn't mean she'd have a productive conversation from a start like that.
Anyway, Eli's reaction to the sour does get an actual, genuine laugh out of him. Nothing coy or mocking there, this time, just amusement.]
Bleh, I sure did, and, you know what? [ He screws the cap back on that one and sets it aside. ] Manlayer can have this one when he wakes up.
[ Also known as Manslayer, also known as, of course, Izou, but Eli is forever a rude shit. Of course, he's going to make fun of the guy's chosen nickname. ]
You're right. I mean, I know one way of getting her attention, but I just have to actually manage it. Successfully, anyway. No idea what she counts as proof of a bond or connection or whatever.
A gift of friendship from the two of us for enduring all that.
[Rude shit x2 combo.]
I'd imply meeting up here again is proof enough, but that would almost be inviting her to join us. Perhaps we'll leave her an empty bottle, eventually.
Hell, why not go drinking at her temple next time? Maybe she will come out to join us. Wouldn't that be a riot?
[ It would either go well or end with them both super cursed. Life's an adventure like that. He'll try a few more bottles; all the super sour ones join the sour apple in the "for Izou" collection, along with banana and grapefruit.
Ultimately, Eli settles on the "Wild Strawberry" bottle as the favorite of the evening, but he doesn't make it much further past a quarter of the bottle before setting it down. He did say he'd stop when he felt buzzed, after all. He might be a liiiittle past buzzed, actually. ]
Alright, alright, I think that's enough taste testing for me.
What, do you want me to lay you over the altar to bite you? She shouldn't get mad about that, it's bonding.
[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
Ha! Oh man, I hadn't even thought of it like that. I mean, she might get mad if blood got anywhere, but...
[ Other than that, he finds the idea hilarious. It's true. She wouldn't be able to complain, right? It'd definitely be proof of some kind of bond. Maybe just not the bond she was hoping for. All that aside, the schnapps taste-testing runs through the entire gamut of colorful, fruity bottles, leading up to Celeste's question. Right, right, it's his turn to drink something, isn't it? ]
Eh, no preference.
[ He waves a hand vaguely in the air, unbothered by the possibilities. Mostly due to a) being tipsy as fuck and b) well aware he can pop into the Nekyia tomorrow to heal any bite mark. Easy. ]
S'not the first time I've given blood to a vampire. Just, that's always been in, like, an emergency and not... this? Anyway, nah, it doesn't matter where.
And blood won't get anywhere if you don't squirm about it.
[She definitely shouldn't complain about it, because it would absolutely be a bond. She never specified what kind of bond had to be made, after all! So what if one of her fancy altar linens had to be sacrificed?]
Ah, then you won't be surprised, good.
[He is fully assuming that Eli knows what a bite entails, because, like... why wouldn't the good experience be universal (Hecata notwithstanding)? It had to be a trope for a reason. So under that assumption, he will actually catch Eli's vaguely waving hand so he can pull his wrist to his mouth to bite.
Sure, it's slower to drink from there, but he can keep his eyes on Eli's face while he does it.]
[ Why would he be surprised? Well, clearly what he was expecting is not, in fact, at all what happens. At best, a vampire would have a numbing bite; at worst, it would be painful. Celeste's bite is neither of these, and the shock shows on his face only at the start. That ebbs away, though, as the sensation sweeps over him, and he gradually sinks back to rest against the A/C unit he'd been sitting near this entire time. ]
...hah, that's...?
[ Good? It feels good. More than good. Amazing, is that a better word? Or even... It's impossible for him to consider how it feels without feeling a hot flush spreading across his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, teeth catching at his own lower lip in a bid to fight back the groan that desperately wants to escape him. The struggle to think unsexy thoughts is real, Celeste, it really is.
As for Eli's blood, well. It certainly isn't normal human blood, though it's hardly as powerful as the blood of a werewolf as Celeste would know it. Watered down Garou blood, perhaps, would be the best way to describe it. ]
[Oh, so he didn't know what to expect. It's Celeste's turn to be surprised at that, though whether Eli notices the slight quirk up of an eyebrow or not doesn't really matter. Nor does it matter if he feels the slight curl of his lips on his skin, a quirk of a smile at just how open his reaction is.
The shock would have been enough, but the way he seems to melt, the flush, the clear struggle against sexy thoughts... It's dessert.
It nearly has him press his luck, shift to bite him again elsewhere, and had Eli's own teeth broken skin, he doubts he would have been able to ignore the impulse.
And as for the taste- he wouldn't dare do Eli the disservice of comparing it outright to Garou. There's enough similarity to bring an uncharacteristic flush to his own face and a warmth to his skin, but there's enough difference (he'll attribute it to the humanity Eli insists upon) that it's tempered, somewhat. The edge of frenzy brought down to a rush of adrenaline.
He's well-practiced in drinking deeply, but not harmfully. The blood loss might cause some lightheadedness, but... what isn't, this night, anyway?
When he does pull back, though, he licks the wound to close it-- It doesn't seem to work, but in this moment, whether from the blood-rush or liquor-drunk, he doesn't seem to mind when it appears to mean like he can keep holding on to Eli's wrist until the wound stops seeping. Though his free hand does go up to cup his cheek, just to bring some surely unneeded attention to the flush.]
[ Left with two bloody holes in his wrist, thanks a lot! Eli hardly takes note of that, though. That can be a complaint for later. He struggles with his own lightheadedness from the blood loss, matched with having drunk overly much beforehand, and he finds himself leaning into the touch at his cheek when Celeste places his hand there. ]
...what?
[ Was what terrible? Sleepy eyes squint at the vampire, and thoughts jumble together a moment longer before he recovers enough to realize, uh, there's a lot more here to blush about than ever before. Celeste tenderly cupping his cheek like that is one reason, sure, but! Look! He's a healthy young man! He can't help the tent in his pants, okay?! ]
...aw shit... [ If he was only mildly flushed before, he's beet red now, and trying to turn to look away in embarrassment. ] Terrible? No?! But that wasn't...! No vampire bites like that! Not that I know of! Crap... just... just ignore that, it'll go away on its own...
[It's not like they'll be hard to heal anyway!! A quick pop into the Nekiya, a Dia, and a pop back, easy-- But that's a nonissue for tomorrow.
Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
[Ultimately, he doesn't need to cuddle up to him like that... Which is all the incentive needed. There's a tipsy, impulsive want to do it, that's all too easily followed through, and now they're, well, like this.
And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
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...Drinking in the nekiya sounds like the worst idea.
[So, yeah, that's agreement, and he'll show up not long after Eli, with... probably entirely too many multicolored bottles. For claiming to have standards, he sure did pull mid-range, sugary nonsense, but! They'll taste good! And hit hard!
So he'll sit. And set them all down with the distinct clatter of... plastic bottles... and will watch Eli closely to see what he might gravitate to.]
I've heard these are dangerous.
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Holy shit, I don't even know half the fruits on these!
[ Apocalyptic Australia is a sad place. In the end, he'll first reach for the melon one and crack the top open to sniff it. ]
Huh. Smells strong, that's for sure.
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No? I believe this will be more akin to the candy version of the fruits, as well...
[...Does Apocalyptic Australia have candy? Is he about to be hit with New Fruit and Very Sweet and Liquor all at once?
...He kind of hopes so, honestly.]
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Are there candy versions of fruit?
[ Looks like Celeste guessed that one right. He's had sweet things rarely. That certainly is enough to encourage him to take a tentative sip. Oh. Oh! He jerks his head back to give the bottle a surprised look. ]
That is sweet!
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Mmhm. I'll get you some tomorrow.
[Skipping entirely over the "try the real version, dumbass" - that can be Arven's job.
But the reaction does get him to lean forward a bit. He's absolutely enjoying it vicariously by watching, don't mind him.]
Ah- careful, though, it is stronger than your 'shitty beers'.
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Ha, you really are going to end up spoiling me.
[ He can get himself candy, Celeste! They don't card for that! He'll take a longer swig of the melon schnapps before screwing the cap back on and perusing the other options. ]
It's fine. I'll stop once I start feeling a buzz, alright? Hmm. Did you have a favorite fruit? Was it any of these?
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Someone has to.
[But has he gotten himself candy yet?? No, apparently not!]
Good boy. [Requisite affectionate hair ruffle! But really, he's glad to hear Eli won't push it too far just because there's New Things To Try. It's not like there won't be more chances in the future, anyway.
But the question does give him pause, makes him look back at the row of bottles.]
I did... It's not here, not really. The sour apple would be different. Raspberry would be the next best one, I think.
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You really aren't going to cut that out, are you?
[ Complain as he does, it is nice. He sort of hates that it is. With a grumble, he grabs the raspberry bottle and opens that next. He'll take a swig of that, too. ]
Huh. This one is pretty good, too. Probably better than the melon, even. [ Yeah, he's taking another drink of that. ] So. If sour apple is too different from your favorite, does that mean just normal apples are what you liked?
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You admitted you like it.
[So yeah, that's a no. Ironically, he probably would have stopped by now if Eli genuinely hated it instead of putting up a nominal fuss every time. So it goes.]
Mhm. From what I understand, sour apple is one of those artificial flavors made for the sake of being sour candy, and I was turned long before the flavor was invented.
[Not real ones, of course, but. Well. Look how bright green that bottle is, that's definitely all artificial, baby.]
Real ones, the red ones, anyway, are... sweet, and crisp, and they're even decent before they're ripe and for a while after they're at their best. Easy enough to steal, too, for someone who might need something healthy for once.
[AnYWAY-]
What about you? What have you even had?
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[ He should probably have reworded that. Anyway, he drinks a little more of the raspberry before setting that aside, too, and reaching for the oh so artificial sour apple. He's curious! ]
We do get apples sometimes, but I remember going out to pick quandong. Folks say it tastes kind of like apricots, I guess? Other than that, we have a lot of plums that grow wild out there. Those are alright, too.
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You should see about taking things back, if trying to beat up the goddess doesn't upset her too much.
[Bring seeds and agriculture back to the post apocalypse by the power of jamjar magic, Eli. Surely nothing could go wrong there.]
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Eh, I already ditched the "beat up the goddess" plan. Izou's an idiot, but he's right; it was a shitty idea. I still want to talk to her, though.
[ Sour green apple bottle opened, sip taken, and Eli immediately jerks away from it, holding it further afar as if it had just bit him. ]
Pfah! Too sour! That isn't anything like an apple!
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Mm, you still have to figure out how to get her attention, though.
[It seemed like talking shit got her attention on the network that one time, but... that doesn't mean she'd have a productive conversation from a start like that.
Anyway, Eli's reaction to the sour does get an actual, genuine laugh out of him. Nothing coy or mocking there, this time, just amusement.]
At least you tried it once~
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[ Also known as Manslayer, also known as, of course, Izou, but Eli is forever a rude shit. Of course, he's going to make fun of the guy's chosen nickname. ]
You're right. I mean, I know one way of getting her attention, but I just have to actually manage it. Successfully, anyway. No idea what she counts as proof of a bond or connection or whatever.
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[Rude shit x2 combo.]
I'd imply meeting up here again is proof enough, but that would almost be inviting her to join us. Perhaps we'll leave her an empty bottle, eventually.
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[ It would either go well or end with them both super cursed. Life's an adventure like that. He'll try a few more bottles; all the super sour ones join the sour apple in the "for Izou" collection, along with banana and grapefruit.
Ultimately, Eli settles on the "Wild Strawberry" bottle as the favorite of the evening, but he doesn't make it much further past a quarter of the bottle before setting it down. He did say he'd stop when he felt buzzed, after all. He might be a liiiittle past buzzed, actually. ]
Alright, alright, I think that's enough taste testing for me.
o/
[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
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[ Other than that, he finds the idea hilarious. It's true. She wouldn't be able to complain, right? It'd definitely be proof of some kind of bond. Maybe just not the bond she was hoping for. All that aside, the schnapps taste-testing runs through the entire gamut of colorful, fruity bottles, leading up to Celeste's question. Right, right, it's his turn to drink something, isn't it? ]
Eh, no preference.
[ He waves a hand vaguely in the air, unbothered by the possibilities. Mostly due to a) being tipsy as fuck and b) well aware he can pop into the Nekyia tomorrow to heal any bite mark. Easy. ]
S'not the first time I've given blood to a vampire. Just, that's always been in, like, an emergency and not... this? Anyway, nah, it doesn't matter where.
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[She definitely shouldn't complain about it, because it would absolutely be a bond. She never specified what kind of bond had to be made, after all! So what if one of her fancy altar linens had to be sacrificed?]
Ah, then you won't be surprised, good.
[He is fully assuming that Eli knows what a bite entails, because, like... why wouldn't the good experience be universal (Hecata notwithstanding)? It had to be a trope for a reason. So under that assumption, he will actually catch Eli's vaguely waving hand so he can pull his wrist to his mouth to bite.
Sure, it's slower to drink from there, but he can keep his eyes on Eli's face while he does it.]
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[ Why would he be surprised? Well, clearly what he was expecting is not, in fact, at all what happens. At best, a vampire would have a numbing bite; at worst, it would be painful. Celeste's bite is neither of these, and the shock shows on his face only at the start. That ebbs away, though, as the sensation sweeps over him, and he gradually sinks back to rest against the A/C unit he'd been sitting near this entire time. ]
...hah, that's...?
[ Good? It feels good. More than good. Amazing, is that a better word? Or even... It's impossible for him to consider how it feels without feeling a hot flush spreading across his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, teeth catching at his own lower lip in a bid to fight back the groan that desperately wants to escape him. The struggle to think unsexy thoughts is real, Celeste, it really is.
As for Eli's blood, well. It certainly isn't normal human blood, though it's hardly as powerful as the blood of a werewolf as Celeste would know it. Watered down Garou blood, perhaps, would be the best way to describe it. ]
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The shock would have been enough, but the way he seems to melt, the flush, the clear struggle against sexy thoughts... It's dessert.
It nearly has him press his luck, shift to bite him again elsewhere, and had Eli's own teeth broken skin, he doubts he would have been able to ignore the impulse.
And as for the taste- he wouldn't dare do Eli the disservice of comparing it outright to Garou. There's enough similarity to bring an uncharacteristic flush to his own face and a warmth to his skin, but there's enough difference (he'll attribute it to the humanity Eli insists upon) that it's tempered, somewhat. The edge of frenzy brought down to a rush of adrenaline.
He's well-practiced in drinking deeply, but not harmfully. The blood loss might cause some lightheadedness, but... what isn't, this night, anyway?
When he does pull back, though, he licks the wound to close it-- It doesn't seem to work, but in this moment, whether from the blood-rush or liquor-drunk, he doesn't seem to mind when it appears to mean like he can keep holding on to Eli's wrist until the wound stops seeping. Though his free hand does go up to cup his cheek, just to bring some surely unneeded attention to the flush.]
So...? Was it terrible?
[He knows it wasn't.]
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...what?
[ Was what terrible? Sleepy eyes squint at the vampire, and thoughts jumble together a moment longer before he recovers enough to realize, uh, there's a lot more here to blush about than ever before. Celeste tenderly cupping his cheek like that is one reason, sure, but! Look! He's a healthy young man! He can't help the tent in his pants, okay?! ]
...aw shit... [ If he was only mildly flushed before, he's beet red now, and trying to turn to look away in embarrassment. ] Terrible? No?! But that wasn't...! No vampire bites like that! Not that I know of! Crap... just... just ignore that, it'll go away on its own...
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Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
No vampire bites like that?
[At least one vampire bites like that.]
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[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
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And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
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