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His mother has good days and bad days.

On the good days, she's sweet and kind. She greets him with a hand on his cheek and a smile, she asks him how his classes are going, she remembers the friends he mentions and teases him about being popular with the girls. They go for long walks in the facility grounds and she tells him about the plants she's growing in the little space they've let her have, and he ends the visit with a hug, her thin, fragile form in his careful arms, and he wonders at how much smaller than him she is already. On the good days, he leaves with hope and renewed determination to become the best he can be, to show his father that number two isn't just second place and it's a place and a life to be proud of.

This was not a good day.

This was the kind of day where he opened her door and she looked at him for that first second with fear and hatred and sorrow, where her eyes lingered on his left side too long, no matter how much he tried to keep her on his right. This was the kind of day where every response was distracted and her voice too high-pitched and her laughter sharp and strained. This was the day that, when he reached out to stop her from walking in front of a speeding golf cart full of groundskeepers, she flinched from his touch and slapped him across the face.

She'd apologized, horror on her face and heartbreak in her voice, and he'd said it was fine, and he loved her, but he left soon after, hurrying back towards the school dorms where he could just...shut himself away. It was still early on Sunday. Everyone would still be out, or training, and he could have time to put himself back together. His right cheek is still burning from her slap, stinging and red and almost bruised, and it aches with a pain sharper and more real than the phantom ache of his scarred left side. It's a strange feeling. Normally that side doesn't feel hot. Everything is backwards. Everything is backwards, and his chest is tight, and he can feel the tears trying to burn at his eyes, but it's fine, he's almost there--

--and then he rounds the corner of the stairs heading up towards the fourth floor, and almost runs straight into Midoriya, coming down. Todoroki's eyes are wide, almost glassy, and his heart is racing, and it's only a second before he looks away, not quite flinching but all but vibrating with tension.

"...Sorry. I didn't see you there."

His voice is rough, strained, just as tight as his shoulders, and he waits for Midoriya to keep on going, to be tactful or distracted or whatever it is he needs to be, so he can finally make it up that last flight to his own floor and the safety of his room.

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"I don't," he breathes, and it's the first thing he's said with confidence since he first started crying in overwhelm before the movie. He's still shaking, and he's nervous beyond belief, but Todoroki's fingers brushing his skin sends a new shiver up his spine and he smiles, even if the expression is wobbly.

He turns his head, brushing his skin against Shouto's, shyly putting his lips to his cheek.

The certainty in Izuku's voice is reassuring, helps Shouto gain confidence in what he's doing. For the first time since they fell asleep hours ago, Izuku sounds sure of himself. If that's because of this, he's definitely not going to stop. Fingertips are followed by the slow, gentle touch of his palm, warm and faintly calloused as he spreads his fingers and flattens his hand against the other boy's lower back.

"You're so warm," he whispers, something soft and a little awed in his voice, a tiny smile ghosting across his lips as Izuku kisses his cheek. Shouto follows suit, kiss for kiss as they seem to be trading, but this time he doesn't pull away, his lips still brushing Izuku's cheek, the edge of his jaw. His skin is so soft, especially here, soft in all the places that don't see combat, and he wonders...

"...Can I kiss you?"

Even after all this, there's a certain uncertainty to the words. What if this is one step too far? What if it's too fast, never mind how long either of them may have been moving towards this? And after all, it's his first time--what if he messes it up? But... it's too late to take it back now, and he doesn't want to. Not this, and not with him.

"So are you," he answers, quiet and back to sounding timid when he speaks. His spine curves forward at the hand against it, and he presses back into it, trying to memorize the callouses in his palms. The alternating patterns of his skin, calloused and smooth, probably from perpetual burns. He breathes in, holds his breath, and then Shouto just... asks to kiss him, full stop, and his ears practically steam from how hot they get.

"Oh," he says, and nods as opposed to answering. "I... yeah, that... I'd like that."

Shouto can see that flush climb Izuku's ears and spread rapidly from his neck, can all but feel the warmth under his lips. It's a strange feeling, and stranger to know that it's because of him, but it's not bad, either. Far from it. How could anything be bad right now? Especially since Izuku answered like that, and Shouto finds his heart is thumping hard enough it might leap from his chest.

Pulling back just a little, he licks his lips in a self-conscious gesture, looking briefly at Izuku before his eyes are drawn to his mouth. A kiss. A proper kiss, not the way they've been skirting around the edges. There's no taking this back.

But...he doesn't want to take it back. He doesn't want to take any of this back. He wants to move forward, so he does, letting his eyes slide closed and pressing a slow, careful kiss to Izuku's lips.

His breath stutters, and he has to remind himself to not just draw in a breath and hold it, Shouto's focus on his lips making his chest feel hot and his extremities feel cold in a bizarre bubble of anxiety. It's silly, really, because they both agreed to this, both want it. It's just...

...so...

...much.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose when Shouto's lips meet his, his eyelids dropping closed on instinct, and he's pressing back carefully with absolutely no idea of how this is supposed to happen. Does he turn his head? Does he open his mouth? He can feel his eyes get hot behind their lids, but refuses to outright cry over something like this, because it's overwhelming but it's overwhelmingly positive. He pulls back fairly quickly, another sharp breath drawn in, but licks his lips similarly to how Shouto had and presses forward again, this time just in a tap.

...except then he can't quit, and Shouto is stuck with the briefest of little peppered gestures, traveling from the center of his lips to each corner, and then he settles back at the center and lingers, letting his fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt until they shake and his knuckles turn white.

It is much. It's so much, and he isn't expecting the rush of sensation, the feeling like his nerve endings are all ablaze at something so simple as the touch of a pair of lips. So simple, and yet...here they are. It's almost a surprise when Izuku doesn't cry, but maybe he's just as overwhelmed as Shouto is by all of this, as caught off-guard by the new sensation. After all, he doesn't know how to do this, either; he's just...figuring it out as he goes. But then, maybe that's how most people do this, right? They have to. Everyone starts somewhere.

They start with a dozen little kisses, Shouto almost repressing an urge to smile as Izuku peppers his mouth with those little touches like he's going to memorize the shape of his lips. It's sweet, and every touch just makes him want the next, and the next, until they meet again in a lingering kiss that just makes him feel like he's melting. Like his own quirk has turned against him, and it's the sweetest agony he's ever felt.

He doesn't quite manage to suppress the quiet sound he makes at the feeling, a sigh of contentment as his hand slides a little further up the other boy's back, tracing the line of his spine, gently urging him closer, and almost experimentally his lips part slightly as he tilts his head, shifting a little closer. What if...yes. It seems like if he does that, kisses Izuku's lower lip, everything fits together even more. They fit.

Maybe they'll get the hang of this, after all. With just a little practice.

His arms wind tighter around Shouto's shoulders as his hand urges him closer at his spine, and he even gives up on trying to keep his hips away, curling close and truly, wholly fitting himself to Todoroki's front. It's exhilarating as much as it is terrifying, chills running up and down his body with every touch from Shouto's fingers, leaving goosebumps in their wake and a quiet, breathy laugh on his lips when he breaks away to breathe.

As a result, he jolts slightly when Shouto tilts his head and takes his lower lip as he does, startled by the boldness of the gesture, but-- it's not like he minds. He presses his own lips back, returning the gesture by closing his over Shouto's upper lip, but he's having a hard time not smiling, so he can't quite maintain the kiss, bumping their noses together and pulling away again to laugh.

"Your eyelashes are tickling me," he admits, opening his eyes just enough to look at him, his whole face blown a warm scarlet that makes his freckles stand out. He licks his lips again, and he tastes Shouto in a way he didn't expect. His expression goes slack in realization, and the warmth in his face darkens as he pulls his lower lip into his mouth for a moment, not realizing that he's literally savoring the flavor and probably looking unreasonably erotic as he does it. Izuku please be kind, you might make him burst a capillary.

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The feeling of Izuku finally giving in and molding his entire body against Shouto's is incredible. He's said it before, but he really does love the way they fit together. It doesn't bother him at all that Izuku is smaller than he is. In fact, it just seems to help with this kind of thing.

He's worried for just a second when Izuku pulls back, but the smile on his face and the gentle sound of that laugh reassure him, make the warmth spreading through him that much stronger. He loves that laugh, and his own eyes blink open at the words as he smiles, too, just a little sheepish.

"Sorry..." He does have kind of long eyelashes. Although that one word is about all that he manages as Izuku's expression shifts and changes, as he pulls his lower lip in between his teeth and warmth of an entirely different sort floods through Shouto. God, he's beautiful, and then he does that and there's no question about it for Shouto. He's hopelessly attracted to Izuku.

He's only faintly aware of the way his own expression shifts, smile falling away and lips parting as he takes a shaky breath, eyes hopelessly drawn to Izuku's mouth. He doesn't have any idea, does he? The hand on Izuku's back slides to the side a little, Shouto's hand fitting itself around his waist, thumb lightly caressing his ribs, skimming over his stomach, and he licks his lips again.

"...We could keep going. If you want."

"Don't apologize," he says quietly, bumping his nose against Shouto's again. He doesn't have any idea, no-- especially since he immediately let go of his lip in favor of speaking, and worms closer again to put their foreheads together and thread his fingers into Shouto's hair.

"That'd be nice, I think," he replies, and his voice is quiet, eyes closed. He doesn't know that he wants to bring up that depending on what Shouto means by keep going it could get a little more... physical, because he's not sure he wants to entertain that thought or approach it enough to verbally dignify it. Maybe he'd just... ignore that impulse. "...I like you, Todoroki-kun. A lot." It felt nice to say it, now, not terrifying like it had been before.

That bump of a nose is almost too cute to stand, and Shouto's smiling again as Izuku shifts in his arms, pressing their foreheads together and sliding his hands into Shouto's hair. He doesn't quite want to close his eyes, but it's hard to look cross-eyed for very long, and eventually his eyes drift closed as well, his hand sliding down to the other boy's hip, thumb running along the edge of his waistband. Keep going, he'd said. He doesn't know exactly what that means. Of course he's not naive; he knows how sex works, and all the related activities, even between two men, the internet is an easily accessible place and he's always wondered. He's no stranger to masturbation, either. But really, it's just... he's not sure what is next. Izuku's comfort is the most important thing to him. While he wouldn't say no to figuring more of this out together, he doesn't want to push. This is still so new.

But...more of this would be nice. This soft exploration, learning the shape and the feel and the taste of each other. Shouto's legs shift against Izuku's, sock-clad toes sliding against his ankle, and he nudges Izuku's nose with his own in turn. "I like you, too, Midoriya," he answers, voice husky and barely above a whisper as he places a light, soft kiss on the other boy's mouth.

He laughs again, under his breath, letting his hands slide to the base of Shouto's neck in his hair, threading together to keep him held close, even if he's clearly not going anywhere. The kiss is met with his own in return, a quiet hum against his lips, and this time he's the first to turn his head and open his mouth against the other teen's. He's still shy, definitely, but he's curious, and you could say he'd like to taste more of Shouto after sucking on his lip a moment ago. He doesn't linger, at first, sort of testing the waters with smudging a few open-mouthed kisses to Shouto's lips, and then he draws away just to look at him.

"...what, um. When you say keep going..." He doesn't quite know how to ask how far.

No, he's definitely not going anywhere, but Izuku is more than welcome to do that anyway, Shouto leaning into the touch again. It's a little surprising, maybe, when this time Izuku's the one to part his lips and kiss Shouto, even if the touch is a little experimental, but it's not a bad thing. He's always been a fast learner. They both have, he thinks a little dizzily, and his head tilts a little, too, to make the angle easier, and it's...yeah, he could do this for hours.

When Izuku draws back, it takes a moment for Shouto's eyes to open again, and there's a very distinctly dreamy look on his face as he tries to pull himself together again, focusing on Izuku and what he's saying. "Keep..." he echoes for just a moment, and then he remembers his own words and his expression clears a little. He's still not incredibly emotive, but Izuku knows him well enough, is looking close enough to see the hints of uncertainty in his eyes, the tilt of his eyebrows.

"I mean--I haven't really...done any of this before. With another person," he starts, and yes, that is in fact a faint flush on Todoroki Shouto's cheeks that is entirely the fault of one (1) Midoriya Izuku. "Not that I think you have, either. And that's fine. I just--I like you a lot. And this feels really good. So, maybe we can...figure the rest out, together. And if you want to stop, we can stop." It's not an answer. Not exactly an answer. But it's about as much of an answer as he's got so far. He wouldn't mind going further. Kissing Izuku other places, seeing if the rest of his skin tastes as good as his lips. Exploring the shape of his muscles, feeling those hands on him. And...well, maybe there are a few other things he wouldn't mind trying out, either, but he probably shouldn't say anything about those right away. Right?

Okay, well at least they're more or less on the same page. He purses his lips, his ears going pink at the unfinished way Shouto... Well, suggests a lot of things. And at the way his skin flushes slightly, and-- God, did he do that? He squirms, stretching out and then curling forward, burying his face against Shouto's throat for a moment.

"I can't look you in the eye when I say this, but the only action I've ever gotten is my hand. Which isn't great because I kind of messed up the dominant one." Shouto will probably feel how red he goes as he says that moreso than see it, though the flush creeps down the back of his neck, too. "But, um." He chews on his lip again for a moment, and the taste Shouto left behind is less, this time. He doesn't... like that. He'd like more of that taste, not less. "...I'd definitely like to figure the rest out. With you."

He did, in fact, do that. Congratulations, Izuku, the shoe is on the other foot. Or the blush is on the other face. Or both faces, it's fine.

Shouto tilts his head back a little as Izuku dives forward, burying his face in his throat, and tries not to get distracted by the feeling of his breath against his collarbone as he listens to what Izuku has to say. Although what he has to say is plenty distracting, in and of itself, as now his mind is conjuring all sorts of images about what Izuku and his hand might have gotten up to, and--yeah, wow, he should. He should probably stop, calm down a little. Even if it's an incredibly compelling mental image. And Izuku isn't saying stop at all. In fact, he's saying...he's saying what Shouto had said. He's saying he wants this, too.

"It's the same for me, you know? So we'll just...do what feels good," he answers, voice a breathy rumble as he shifts his other arm, threading his fingers into Izuku's hair as his other hand slips back under his shirt again, exploring a little more boldly. If Izuku is more comfortable not looking, that's fine. They can work up to that. Because he definitely wants to see the look on his face when--

--okay, getting ahead of himself again. Hm. "I just want you to feel good," he murmurs again, a little softer this time, and presses a kiss to the crown of Izuku's head. However that ends up happening.

"Mmf," he manages, and it's not a word but definitely a sound, at the wandering hand and the other one threaded into his hair, and the kiss, and... Wow. He exhales again, his breath shaking, and this time just lets his open mouth fall against Shouto's collarbone. One hand shifts down to tug carefully at the collar of his shirt, and he tilts his head to look back and up at him, as if asking permission, before putting his mouth against just his skin, open, and lathing his tongue there. It's a curious motion, and results in a slight amount of suction between his mouth and Shouto's skin, and he remembers reading somewhere about hickeys.

"I want to feel you," he breathes, and he's pretty wholly unaware he even said that out loud.

He definitely doesn't need to ask for permission, but if that's what he's looking for Shouto clearly doesn't seem to mind the feeling of Izuku's mouth on his throat, especially given the half-closed eyes, or the way his breath catches slightly at the sensation. He is definitely 100% entirely here for this, and when Izuku presses his mouth to his collarbone again, Shouto can't quite help the small sound of pleased surprise that escapes him at the feeling of that tongue against his skin, hot and warm. The suction feels so much nicer than he thought it might, and the words Izuku breathes against him tickle, strangely cool against his hot, damp skin.

"You can," he murmurs, a little dazed as he slides his foot between Izuku's, slotting their lower legs together, pressing in closer. Izuku's shirt is rucked halfway up his torso at this point, pushed by Shouto's exploring touch, and his hand slides over his ribs again, down to his hip where it settles, squeezing lightly.

"...Do that again...?"

He deliberates for a good while, digesting that sound Shouto made and the immediate shifting closer he did, compounded with his own solid enjoyment of starting the gesture at all. With the other boy's hand exploring his skin, nudging his shirt up, he frowns slightly and sits up away from him for a moment.

"...'m gonna just," he doesn't finish his thought verbally, instead just tugging his shirt up and off his shoulders, taking a moment to fold it haphazardly and set it aside, probably in an unconscious aim to not take note of Shouto's potential for roving his eyes over the fact that he'd just taken off his shirt. Once it's set aside, he pats it, and then slowly settles back into their comfortable little tangle, pressing a simple kiss to his collarbone where he'd put his mouth wholesale moments before. There's a second, and then a third, and finally he opens his mouth against Shouto's skin again, this time gently scraping his teeth there before he seals his lips down and lathes his tongue there again.

With Shouto having asked for him to do it again, Izuku is emboldened, and lingers, actually making a longer sucking motion against his skin, more or less with the intent of leaving a mark. The idea made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he squirms his lower body slightly, knocking their knees together and hooking one leg behind Shouto's. Lord help him, this was getting him so randy.

Edited 2019-08-23 19:44 (UTC)

For a brief, heartstopping moment, Shouto's worried he's asked something weird, done something wrong, as Izuku extracts himself from their tangle and sits up. It's surprisingly cold when the other boy isn't pressed against his chest, and he looks up at Izuku questioningly at that half of a sentence before he realizes what's happening. Ah. Well, that does make things easier, doesn't it? His eyes wander over Izuku's torso, surprisingly muscular for his size. Sure, he's seen the other boy without a shirt before, and he'd maybe lingered a little on the thought afterwards, but it's different in this context. Different, because now he's getting to touch as well.

It's easier for his hand to wander up the planes of Izuku's back as he returns to his previous position, tucked in against Shouto's chest, and those gentle kisses are nice but nothing compared to the feeling of teeth scraping against his skin, setting his nerve endings alight and coaxing another one of those noises from his throat. He can feel the suction, and almost dreamily he thinks he's definitely going to have a mark there after, and the thought of that is much nicer than he'd expected. The feeling of all of this is so much better, and as Izuku hooks a leg behind Shouto's, his own leg slides a little further between Izuku's, tangling their legs further, pressing them closer together.

"Mmm, that feels...really good," he murmurs, a faintly breathless sound in his voice as he buries a hand in Izuku's hair. He wonders if he shouldn't take his own shirt off, too, if Izuku is tugging on his collar like that. It might make it easier, and the idea of being able to feel him like that, warm skin against his own, is incredibly tempting.

He'd never ask-- it should be Shouto's decision to become any degree of undressed, as far as Izuku is concerned. At least for now, while everything is still so new and uncertain for them both, he thinks. He moves away from his collarbone after a solid few seconds, and watches in realtime as a bruise blooms on his skin, and the flush to his face darkens with it because he'd done that. He was suddenly concerned with its placement, just a moment too late-- what if someone else saw? It was pretty obvious what it was, looking at it, and they were all teenagers so someone was bound to call him out on it...

His ears burned, the tone of Shouto's voice heading directly south, and he buries his face against his neck.

"'m glad," he mumbles, shy again for a moment. "Um, I don't... wanna make this weird or anything, but, it... feels like worth mentioning that much more of this handsy stuff is probably gonna lead to uh... Problems," Descriptive, Izuku. Why don't you just tell him you're easily wandering down the road to bonertown.

He doesn't particularly want Izuku to pull away, but the way the other boy remains fixated on that faintly throbbing spot on his neck is compelling in its own way, and Shouto's half-lidded eyes are watching in turn as that flush spreads over Izuku's face. Is there a mark left on his neck, now? Part of him wants to see, but he definitely doesn't want to move in order to go find a mirror. Maybe later. Later, he'll look at himself in a mirror, at that mark and maybe others (does he want there to be others? He thinks he does) and marvel at the things they did. Together.

"It's fine," he murmurs briefly, as that look of concern flashes over Izuku's face, the other boy shooting forward and burying his face in his neck again. "I don't mind if there's a mark." And no one else has to know where it came from. It's theirs. It doesn't belong to anyone else. Not that he's ashamed of Izuku, of feeling like this, but...it's all still new, and he knows that Izuku isn't exactly a fan of personal attention. Neither is he, honestly, even if it bothers him less. So, if that's what Izuku is worried about, it's fine.

Maybe it's not all he's worried about, though, and for a moment again Shouto is confused. Weird...? Problems?? What--

--oh.

He can't quite help the faint huff of laughter into Izuku's hair as his arms tighten around the other boy, hugging him close. "I think it'd be weirder if that wasn't a problem, honestly, Midoriya," he says, a rare display of something almost like humor as he nuzzles close to Izuku's ear, cheek against his temple. The words are a little slow after that, as he carefully navigates something he doesn't have the words for, exactly, but he doesn't sound at all upset. "It's not a problem at all, to me. But, if you want to stop, we can." He isn't at all inclined to stop, otherwise--in fact, if anything there's a part of him that's curious, that wonders if he really could get that kind of reaction out of Izuku. He's definitely inclined to try.

How had he done that? Read him well enough that he knew he was worrying about the mark? Todoroki Shouto was an enigma, and Izuku was finding he didn't mind so much being read like a book. The sound of that laughter sets his nerves on fire while soothing him at the same time, a bizarre oxymoronic sensation, and he just hums softly against his chest, daring to peer upward.

He almost regrets it, because the look on Shouto's face is almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest. He wheezes a quiet breath, puffing one cheek out and letting his lips make a sort of raspberry sound as he exhales, closing his eyes.

"...I don't," he says again, and it's still the one thing he says with confidence. "But I don't know how... far, you're thinking about going. I don't really have... anything you're supposed to for any of this." Listen, he's researched everything, mostly out of curiosity about sex itself than specific interest in any one particular male classmate.

In fairness, Izuku does wear quite a bit of what he's thinking on his face, and there's not a lot of other things he could be staring at, especially in this context. It's not exactly like he's reading his mind, just making an educated guess. After all, with all of Izuku's face-clutching and shy stammering, he was bound to be at least a little flustered by leaving a mark on Shouto's neck, and they do have some very curious classmates with few to no personal boundaries.

But it's fine. There's still that soft look in his eyes as he looks down at Izuku thoughtfully, listening to what he has to say and taking it seriously. "Mm, I don't think I'm ready for something like that, just yet," he says after a moment, fingers idly exploring the base of Izuku's neck, fingertips wandering over his shoulders and tracing the dip of his spine. Honestly, he's still figuring this out. Sex isn't on the table just yet. But...

"But...there are other things besides that," he finishes, and now there's something contemplative in the way he's looking at Izuku, licking his lips almost absently. "Different things we could do. If we feel like it." If they get to making out more, and the inevitable happens, well. There's a lot of different things you can do for a problem like that, he thinks. And Izuku had mentioned messing up his good hand. Seems like the kind of problem he might have a solution for, and he'd be lying if he said the idea was entirely unappealing.

"You're being kinda vague," he says, frowning and with the faintest of pouts to his features. He has no real idea what Shouto is getting at-- something, but not something like that, so... What, exactly? Did 'something like that' clear all things of a sexual nature from the table? Was the hickey he just gave him considered sexual? Had he already overstepped a boundary? Was--

--please stop him, Shouto, he's muttering.

Kind of vague? He'd thought...okay, well. It was kind of vague. But then, he'd been trying to at least be semi-delicate about the matter, to try and keep Izuku from bursting into flames faster than if he'd used his quirk. Still, here Izuku was, about to do That Thing, and if Shouto can head that off at the pass, he will.

Still, that doesn't mean he's not also going to flush, even if he's going to just go right out and say it, too.

"Just because I'm not ready to have sex yet doesn't mean I'm not willing to use my hands. Or to try using my mouth."

Hopefully that's clear enough???

Point made, loud and clear. To the point that it halts Izuku's muttering wholesale and he squeaks, staring very pointedly at the collar of Shouto's shirt for a long moment. Okay, so... Hands. Or mouths?? Holy shit he was already talking about mouths?? He had only just discovered Shouto's mouth with his own mouth, the only other things to be done with mouths were so, so much more intense and if Shouto just heard him make a quiet, embarrassingly pleased little whimper, he was absolutely not imagining things.

"O-okay, that's... Certainly more to the point, yeah," he wheezes, raising his eyes to look up at him again. His whole face has blown scarlet and he opens his mouth, closes it, and then cranes himself upward again to carefully kiss the very center of Shouto's lips. "...hands, or mouths, are probably a good place to start. Sorry, I didn't mean to... suggest we go all-in right away. I just don't... Have anything prepared for any...anythings. Hands or mouths or whatevers."

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holy run on sentences batman

U mean the most important part of a balanced breakfast?

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