[Fanfiction: HTF] Prelude
Title: Prelude
Fandom: Happy Tree Friends
Pair: + Flippy Splendid
Genre: General, Introspective, melancholy
Rating: Orange
Warnings : One-Shot; not for delicate stomachs
Word Count: 1055
Notes: Happy Tree Friends is a cartoon violent splatter and basically meaningless. Adorable.
protagonists are expensive and cute animals-bears, bunnies, squirrels, that all the time, he ripped each other. That said, the HTF are also their human versions, and it is about them that I wanted to write.
addition to humanize their appearance, I would like to clarify, I also humanized the way they behave and move, hoping not to have done too much damage. Good reading.
He ran his hand over his face to clean the blood, with a gesture a bit 'rough and dictated by nervousness.
With the lights flickered for the bath that shook the foundations, Flippy gasped, reached out a hand to pick up the towel and brought it under the tap of water to wet it. Let him soak for a long time, looking a bit 'empty and still tempted by the excitement of a moment before. The
hurt his chest and stomach, bones and shoulders.
wrinkled lips, he avoided her reflection in the mirror and hid behind the cloth, closing his eyes to catch his breath. You could not hear anything over the roar of the water fast and frightening, so that the silence seemed intent on a wall of glass pressed against the eardrums.
There was a pause between the heavy breathing of Flippy-that made him vibrate cheeks and throat, bones and nerves-and water pipes who began to cough for some kind of flaw, in which he did not feel anything. A rustle, and Flippy felt the adrenaline rushing through the blood of paranoia. He took the knife and run it burned down in the shoulder, he felt a hand shaking his wrist and tail bone hit the sink. Splendid
hastened to reassure him, "I am, hey, good" Flippy and held her breath, feeling his eyes being vague and empty, and turned yellow. The Superhero let him go and walked away a step, raised his hands to show him that a threat-less with the knife that had not been able to avoid getting stuck in the stomach, and just sighed. "Flippy? "Called him back, just because the other was looking at him with so much insistence as to be annoying and a bit 'creepy. The boy who was in
Flippy saw the horror of the wound and imagined the pain that he could procure, the Sergeant who was asked how he would put his hands inside and pull the guts out like so many Christmas decorations crimson. Splendid
But then he took off the knife from his stomach, threw behind him and closed the door behind him. There was no blood or moans of pain, so that Flippy subsided and the situation seemed to be a bit 'less tense.
"... sorry. "He said, then after a while ', looking away. He turned back to the sink and shut off the water tap, took the damp towel and if passed again on the face. He felt heat and pain, although not remember why. Maybe someone had tried to stop him this time. Splendid
shook his head, with a certain nonchalance, and grew close at a slow pace. "Excuse you. Have not arrived ... "he hesitated" in time. "He concluded, then extending a hand to move away from the piece of cloth from the face of the other. Took it gently out of the hands, it just blinked and began to clean the bloodstains in turn, moving from cheek to throat, neck in front.
It was generally agreed that Splendid was a superhero. This was relatively true, provided that all continue to read his comic books and that no one genuinely in need of help.
Flippy was also a hero to those who own death have a beautiful stone finish and a lot of medals on his jacket from the corpse. Flippy but was also a coward, and that ultimately he had never forgotten anyone. The Superhero
knew what was going on in the world, and it was the idea that Sergeant deserved a more dignified treatment of a room all white padded cushions, a little 'because every time someone resurrected after dying a little more than half a day and a bit 'in the city because, actually, there were no asylums. Splendid
So we let him go, not too few of those times gave Flippy freak out, and took care of calling all right once you finished the moment of hustle.
"Ouch. "Groaned the military, with a wink when the Superhero pressed too hard against his nose. Splendid pursed her lips, placed what was now only a rag on the sink and sighed. For the clothes could not do anything.
"Here, like new. "He said then, placing his hands on the side and nodding. "Is that better? "
The bathroom was neither too small nor too narrow, so that when moved another step back There was enough space to move a little '. There was silence behind the door, the taste of death and whipped cream, smelling of wax candles and flickering depths.
Flippy nodded and scratched his cheek with a terribly embarrassed and guilty. He glanced over the shoulders of Splendid, scanning the door closed and lips pursed in knowing that nothing would leave it to him open. He drew it from the sink, slid to the ground and put his knees to his chest.
"Today is my birthday, you know? "He said after a while ', looking up with a tired smile. "It had to be Flaky, but I think that with all the mess I've made will be gone into hiding somewhere. "He sketched
a nervous laugh, she sighed and closed his eyes.
could almost see the colors of birthday cake, to feel the heat of the fire of the candles under the chin. The smell of candy, the sound of that wrapping paper, torn to the ground, it seemed so similar to that of machine guns in full operation. Splendid
sat down side by side, stretched legs to the edge of the tub and said nothing. The silence became persistent, and the imagination of Flippy was dyed a horrible suspicion. So
smiled nervously again, and again looked back at his friend. He hesitated, braced his feet on the ground and looked down. "He was coming, right? He asked quietly, tired. Guilty. "Flaky. "Splendid
looked at him with the corner of my eye, before him, and then the door. A few more hours and would return as usual.
"It's nothing, Flippy. " answered, including the inconvenience and could not bear the force of habit. She stretched her arm and around his shoulders, sighed and put his fingers through his hair, green and stringy blood.
"Tomorrow is another day. "
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[Fanfiction: PKMN] Chatty Gossip
Title: Chatty Gossip
Fandom: Videogame! Pokémon
Pair: Red + Green
Genre: General
Rating: Green
Warnings: One- Shot, Missing Moments
Word Count: 834 (701 no description cyclamen)
Notes: Born initially following a time of Maritombola (Cyclamen) public fic on this account is not enrolled at the start for personal reasons. In any case, the idea belongs to Maritombola and thank him for the stupidity that made me pull out, although officially the fic does not participate.
The title refers to one of the ways in which Green called Red ironically in FireRed / LeafGreen - precisely, 'chatty gossip'.
Red Mount Silver was now for a couple of years, no one had yet figured out the reason for This sudden decision and it was therefore used to the hustle and bustle of the world beyond that huge chunk of rock and snow that was now his home. The news came
the fates and irregular, the monstrously huge Pidgeot Green, who wrote to him just to keep informed about new discoveries of Professor, the new Champions League-a guy named Lance studded with Dragon-type Pokémon - and that the same gym Smeraldopoli Green had decided to claim after the death of John. It was their way of feeling, to know each other that everything was fine, although the responses more often than Red did not exceed three lines, including suspension points-and that the distance, after all, was not so horrible. A beating of wings and, optionally, their mutual worlds were again at hand.
Once Green had even written, a little right to complain ', just to let him know with a certain irony that at least at his funeral was obliged to go there, at the cost of persecuting the form of soft tissue to the rest of his life-that Seviper had a bite. There, in the grass that just had not seen, that stupid snake had bitten his leg - and he was then bedridden for two days.
(The poison has no effect on humans even if you do not move.)
When Red had read that message, then, was remained a few moments in silence. He looked up, peering at the damp walls of the cave, and he blinked a few times - as if he was aware of thinking for the first time something particularly unusual. He had stood up with the noisy hum of Charizard to act as his background, and had moved a few steps toward a small clay pot that had received shortly before at his home. It was the only flower bud that he could find, in all that snow, and by the time she had seen him grow and blossom. Then he took him inside the walls, where there were less cold, and if he was taking for a while '.
At that time, concern had occurred to me that people sick, injured, poisoned, paralyzed, asleep-you forcibly sent flowers, greeting cards and balloons. Now, tickets are good for healing and Red balloons had not, but he had the flowers - a flower. So he had taken, he had given of his pokémon all'ingombrante ill and had made a sign to take him to his master.
was a cyclamen.
When Green found himself terribly that pink flower in her hands-Pidgeot had refused to hold it too long between the legs and had him trimmed to a grumpy-not initially know what to do with it. She watched from the side and upside down, from far and near, wondering in the meantime if you throw it or not.
was terribly indecisive, so that the tips of his fingers began to pinch to the surgical precision with which he held the stem of the flower-when turning his eyes fell on the nightstand beside the bed, packed with small gifts of fans and relatives - as well as ; of flowers, cards of good healing and, indeed, lovely colorful balloons. There was a particular object, a book given to him by his mother, who initially had not the slightest question. He spoke of flowers, their names and hidden meanings that seemed to bring each petal.
Green said the book, and cyclamen. He took the first in her hand and placed it on the second leg, saw the first pages and read the description of what he was looking for him:
In the third century Theophrastus wrote that the cyclamen was used to excite the love and sensuality. The name derives from the greek
Kuklos which means circle, and because of this, some scholars, by associating the shape of the flower and the word etymologically female uterus, believed that the plant was able to facilitate conception.
In the past it was thought that the extract of cyclamen were a panacea against the bites of the most poisonous snakes, hence the attribution of powers to the flower magic, the ability to remove the curse and to influence the love affairs. The essence of the cyclamen is considered good luck. In the language of flowers means distrust, because despite its beauty and its alleged magical powers, roots contain one of slight amount of poison.
read once, twice, and he realized he could not read the word 'conception' a third time. He stood still a moment, then closed the book and leaned back on the nightstand. Above will also put the cyclamen, with particular caution and left him there - but said nothing. Then he lay down, turned in the blankets and thought that never-never-Red would have looked the same way.
Title: Chatty Gossip
Fandom: Videogame! Pokémon
Pair: Red + Green
Genre: General
Rating: Green
Warnings: One- Shot, Missing Moments
Word Count: 834 (701 no description cyclamen)
Notes: Born initially following a time of Maritombola (Cyclamen) public fic on this account is not enrolled at the start for personal reasons. In any case, the idea belongs to Maritombola and thank him for the stupidity that made me pull out, although officially the fic does not participate.
The title refers to one of the ways in which Green called Red ironically in FireRed / LeafGreen - precisely, 'chatty gossip'.
Red Mount Silver was now for a couple of years, no one had yet figured out the reason for This sudden decision and it was therefore used to the hustle and bustle of the world beyond that huge chunk of rock and snow that was now his home. The news came
the fates and irregular, the monstrously huge Pidgeot Green, who wrote to him just to keep informed about new discoveries of Professor, the new Champions League-a guy named Lance studded with Dragon-type Pokémon - and that the same gym Smeraldopoli Green had decided to claim after the death of John. It was their way of feeling, to know each other that everything was fine, although the responses more often than Red did not exceed three lines, including suspension points-and that the distance, after all, was not so horrible. A beating of wings and, optionally, their mutual worlds were again at hand.
Once Green had even written, a little right to complain ', just to let him know with a certain irony that at least at his funeral was obliged to go there, at the cost of persecuting the form of soft tissue to the rest of his life-that Seviper had a bite. There, in the grass that just had not seen, that stupid snake had bitten his leg - and he was then bedridden for two days.
(The poison has no effect on humans even if you do not move.)
When Red had read that message, then, was remained a few moments in silence. He looked up, peering at the damp walls of the cave, and he blinked a few times - as if he was aware of thinking for the first time something particularly unusual. He had stood up with the noisy hum of Charizard to act as his background, and had moved a few steps toward a small clay pot that had received shortly before at his home. It was the only flower bud that he could find, in all that snow, and by the time she had seen him grow and blossom. Then he took him inside the walls, where there were less cold, and if he was taking for a while '.
At that time, concern had occurred to me that people sick, injured, poisoned, paralyzed, asleep-you forcibly sent flowers, greeting cards and balloons. Now, tickets are good for healing and Red balloons had not, but he had the flowers - a flower. So he had taken, he had given of his pokémon all'ingombrante ill and had made a sign to take him to his master.
was a cyclamen.
When Green found himself terribly that pink flower in her hands-Pidgeot had refused to hold it too long between the legs and had him trimmed to a grumpy-not initially know what to do with it. She watched from the side and upside down, from far and near, wondering in the meantime if you throw it or not.
was terribly indecisive, so that the tips of his fingers began to pinch to the surgical precision with which he held the stem of the flower-when turning his eyes fell on the nightstand beside the bed, packed with small gifts of fans and relatives - as well as ; of flowers, cards of good healing and, indeed, lovely colorful balloons. There was a particular object, a book given to him by his mother, who initially had not the slightest question. He spoke of flowers, their names and hidden meanings that seemed to bring each petal.
Green said the book, and cyclamen. He took the first in her hand and placed it on the second leg, saw the first pages and read the description of what he was looking for him:
~ ~ ~
Cyclamen
Cyclamen
In the third century Theophrastus wrote that the cyclamen was used to excite the love and sensuality. The name derives from the greek
Kuklos which means circle, and because of this, some scholars, by associating the shape of the flower and the word etymologically female uterus, believed that the plant was able to facilitate conception.
In the past it was thought that the extract of cyclamen were a panacea against the bites of the most poisonous snakes, hence the attribution of powers to the flower magic, the ability to remove the curse and to influence the love affairs. The essence of the cyclamen is considered good luck. In the language of flowers means distrust, because despite its beauty and its alleged magical powers, roots contain one of slight amount of poison.
~ ~ ~ Green
read once, twice, and he realized he could not read the word 'conception' a third time. He stood still a moment, then closed the book and leaned back on the nightstand. Above will also put the cyclamen, with particular caution and left him there - but said nothing. Then he lay down, turned in the blankets and thought that never-never-Red would have looked the same way.
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[Fanfiction: PKMN] Bite To Break Skin
Title: Bite to Break Skin
Fandom: Videogame!
Pair Pokémon Red / Green
Genre: General, Erotic, Fluff
Rating: Red
Warnings: One-Shot, Lemon, Yaoi, Missing Moments
Word Count: 3883
Notes: Lemon Before I write after something like 3 years, I must say that this fan fiction contains all that usually avoids in a story - or Porn and Fluff. The Red which I was inspired by the video game is, of course, but stylistically to that of fan art.
In any case I hope that despite the level of the lemon is somewhat questionable, at least a smile stupidity Red manage to steal.
Title taken from song by Senses Fail.
When Red and Green were small, when Daisy was still in junior high and the spring wind was blowing strongly from the grassy fields of Biancavilla-the world was something immense and unexplored. Huge
were the hands of their parents that they took in his arms and raised them skyward, their rooms were huge and colorful plastic toys, as well as the thick carpet on which it is rolling - trying to count how many Red and Green were used to fill a whole. Huge
were the sun and the moon, the summit of Mount Silver, which stood far away and the dark leaves of the trees of the Emerald Forest - Pokémon were immense. Yet no one could have overcome, their new and existing curious eyes, the enormity of the wild Snorlax in the lazy summer days, took refuge in the grassy area that separated the houses of two children. Maybe just to sleep or maybe just simply to protect themselves from pesky rays of the sun, there was no day in which the two future champions of the league-rivals and friends, companions of adventure and landmarks for generations to come-not find that pokémon with no name there sleeping, snoring with so much strength from him vibrate the chest and bones.
Red and Green from time to time staring at him from the windows of their bedrooms, with his elbows resting on the sill and arms outstretched in front to feel the cool air brush against your finger, while there were times when down in the street and watched in secret. Quietly and without breathing, limiting to stay there-with a juice in one hand and a snack in the other-a secure, fixed. Snorlax was something so big and majestic, if you went so close to feel the fur rustling, the fear that the sky had suddenly disappeared - and the only thing I could think to do was run away , where he knew there to be safe.
They had learned, however, with time and with small reconnaissance missions in the pokémon, despite all the noises that could never do-banging pots and pans to running time, scream odd and even singing songs heard on television, he would not wake up even if on purpose. After discovering that they felt stupid for some time, perhaps even disappointed, and after an eloquent look-launched the 'Red expressing apathetic expression of solemnity and that of Green-which showed mischievous curiosity had begun to revolve around as with a Skitty in front of a wild plant baccarance.
He had placed his hands on his stomach, where they could get there, and feeling your body vibrate at first they were surprised. Then he had looked into his eyes, they both had thin lips curled in and around a few seconds, without even need to say, what had started as a mere curiosity became a race to resist longer.
This time Green had won, because Red had taken to nip the palms of the hands, and the next time-when they did a competition to see who could raise at least a few inches, he did not win either. Snorlax weighed too much and was too hot that time had made them sweat like crazy.
There had been other challenges-all in the end he had left there, the garden shared by two families that still little is known-and there were both more sconfitte che vittorie. Avevano tentato di inzupparlo del tutto e di fargli prendere la scossa, di svegliarlo e di farlo rotolare fino a valle – fino al laboratorio del professore, lì dove c’era quel pezzo d’acqua sconfinato che usavamo per fare il bagno in quei giorni d’estate.
Una volta avevano persino tentato di scalarlo, di raggiungere il suo pancione duro come il marmo e rumoroso come il più terribile dei terremoti, issandosi fino a dove potevano con la semplice forza delle fragili braccia.
Green aveva preso a piantare i piedi contro le zampe più grosse, come se quello che stesse scalando fosse un albero e non un pokémon particolarmente lazy, while Red had remained motionless for some time. He set the nose of Snorlax, so preoccupied with that deadpan that her parents, and had confined himself to quiet breathing - slow and cautious, his heart pounding in my chest and safe.
The friend had urged, not without a hint of derision in the tone of childlike voice, and she giggled. "Come on, Red! It's no fun unless you try it too! "
He had not paid attention, not right away, and he raised his eyes to heaven. It was the summer of their eight years, what seemed to be shorter and warmer of all.
"We are almost there! "She screamed Green, who was still small enough not to know that the final piece is always the most difficult to overcome whatever adversity, and Red had turned their backs. He had started running towards the house and the friend was so offended the dismay, he let go and fell to the ground. Red
When he returned, running with that kind of pace that had nothing to do with the clumsiness of children their age, but that seemed to reflect more than mechanical and rhythm of a professional racer-tank and precise, quiet and aimed straight at the point-Green was still on the ground. With sullen expression on his face and elbows pressed against the ground to hold him, he thought for a moment that Red had gone somewhere-who knows what to take a ladder, a stepping stone or maybe even a space shuttle-less what his friend had gone to actually do. Red
stopped by moving a bit 'rough and a bit' suddenly right next to Green, the eyes focused on the target, and loading the arm like a baseball player had raised his right leg strength and launched a Poké ; ball big time when a fist against the sleeping Snorlax. That
had whipped the air, and amid the noise away from the villages on the lake and the more muffled the breath had been surprised by Green to bounce back against her belly swollen and tense dell'ingombrante pokémon.
The world had stopped for a moment, deafening both children for a while, and the clash of metal against the Poké Ball grassland seemed the loudest sounds heard until then.
Then the colored ball had opened with a click, there was a flash of light and within a moment Snorlax appeared to be only a memory. There was
the grass crushed by a weight that no longer exists, there before them, and there was a huge Pokémon Biancavilla had ever seen in a small ball Poke. There was a consciousness of having done something great, spectacular, and there was a whole life ahead of them that would have been as exciting as that little adventure and personal - they knew for sure, heard him in the stomach and bones .
Neither said anything for a while. For both heart was pounding so hard to seem troublesome, yet Green was beating more irregular, faster.
"It's not as if I had risen above. "He mumbled and then after some time, with a strange feeling annoyed at the base of the stomach discomfort. He was seated in a more decomposed, with her legs spread and palms of hands placed behind his back, his eyes trained on the back of the comrade who was collecting the Poké Ball. She had seen him hold it between your fingers and felt a bit 'jealous, had seen him look the counter and had looked away with a snort capricious.
Then he came back at him, secretly, and Red had touched the Poké ball with thin fingers. He pressed the button almost by accident that operate the opening, and suddenly the enormity of Snorlax had shown once again. Red
had let slip a sharp exclamation of surprise, perhaps for the first time in his life, and feeling swell beneath him round the Pokémon's stomach had clung with so much strength to rip a couple of tufts the fur standing out straight.
Again, there was a moment of silence. The kind of silence can mean everything and nothing, surrounded by the admiring look of surprise-of-the Green and nervously suspicious Red, who crawls on his belly to Snorlax really had no idea how to get off.
But that was not the point, that was not the problem.
Green had looked up, still sprawled on the ground, and Red had stared straight at me. It was then lifted to his feet, a bit 'with difficulty, and he curled his lips.
A moment, and Green had seen him raise his arms to the sky almost abruptly, not as a sign of victory to show their superiority. Impassive as he was always been, Red had exulted in his personal and particular way of doing.
~ ~ ~
everything was finished, everything.
The Pokédex, which was initially the main and only cause of their journey, and the conquest of the gym. Team Rocket was defeated and neutralized, although it was not just a simple accident in the path that was their life, and the whole region had been explored.
They took boats and trains, had seen unimaginable forests and bike paths long as their own imagination - yet it was nothing more than that, nothing more could be done.
both had arrived at the end, the first Green to Red, and both were Champions League. They had been in the Hall of Fame and had been celebrated, remained immortal in the eyes of the Super Four severe and the more distant and less important than the fans.
Then there was nothing, and there was more or less knew that the two-states with an awareness so as to be depressing, that they would remain for some time.
The festivities over the Plateau Blu were noisy and colorful as those in the league, speeches from 'They were just kids when I saw them leave for the first time' by Professor Oak who could not drown the noisy din Staff in the entire party. There were balloons and cakes scattered 'everywhere, there were banners and there were huge screens that show the decisive meeting constantly, constantly, so as to be nauseating. Red
had ceased to participate mentally to everything more or less since he had placed its Poké Ball in the belt, the raucous and incredibly hot breath dell'Arcanine Green still on the ground to act as his background. Not interested in that sort of thing had never particularly wanted to be held outside of attention.
Green instead, since they were taken to show the recording of their final confrontation, he had served to fix the huge screen above their heads.
look for details, clues, and flukes unexpected errors. He tried with the look and feel in the meantime, every time the screen goes black for enabling the movie to start, stomach, shaking with so much force to make him bleed pride.
His jaw tightened and his gaze fixed, the pursed lips and hands clenched into fists into the pockets of his trousers.
Although they were both grown-Green had even learned to appreciate more Pokémon for the friendship and for their power-that thin vein of annoying superiority the former champion still had not managed to scrollarsela off. Suddenly
but without excessive force Red put a hand on his arm, using it as support for his feet, and letting his fingers slip from the elbow to the wrist moves a step beyond their station of Guests of Honor. Green looked away from the screen with some effort-with images of the struggle that still flashed before my eyes-and would not budge. Red then turned around, taking a walk back cautiously, without being too flashy and clenched his fists as a kid and raised his forearms - imitating that gesture that years ago had affected him as the greatest obstacle that Green would have had to overcome.
He sketched a face-it was so acidic, they seem discouraged and disgusted-amused sadly and shook his head with a sigh. He got to his feet, for the cheers of others always made him feel bad, and with a shrug followed his childhood friend over the passage leading to the exit.
Their footsteps sounded dry and dark between the narrow walls of that part of the world, and the light was so faint as to seem only a distant memory on their silhouetted figures at the bottom so different.
"Here? He asked after a while Green, I agree with a bored tone of voice. Pursed his lips and breathed through his nose, his face tilted sideways and gave his rival a look eloquent. "Right now? "Red
not even deign to respond-and-rarely did so without squeezing too hard a hand around the arm and dragged him into the bathroom he found first.
smelled of disinfectant and it was dark as the hallway that had just crossed, was no bigger than a couple of closets and put together the tiles of the walls were cold - Green groaned when the other pressed against the sink and pressed against it. He let
lift and press against the glass that had behind, spread his legs to make room for the frail body of Red and held my breath when that's just clenched both hands against her thighs strained.
"I always thought" Green then sketched, and clenched his fingers against the sink below is to stand "I was senseless. "
He said without rancor and with some dried Ironically, because if it was true that as a Pokémon Trainer for the day had failed, it was not necessary that his rival infierisse that way. Red
leaned toward him and said nothing, he let his forehead up against the chin and just opened his mouth - breathing on his neck in passing the language hot throat chin. Then he muttered something that did not feel right, scroll left hands from the hips to the top of the other and put a sub.
"I won. "He said, then again, his voice a bit 'more high, as he felt the skin of its Green stretch when he touched it. Does not deviate from his neck and did not move again, just press against his chest so as to make him almost hurt. Green
snorted and shook his head, winked and opened his mouth but could not say anything. He reached out a hand to press it flat against the stomach of the dark, she heard him warm through the fabric and curiosity led him in just his fingers up - could not suppress a groan when he felt his teeth just press against his shoulder as a sign of protest.
's heart was pounding Red and impetuous, but noisy in the regular skinny chest of the new Champions League, and it was obvious to both that it was not only because of the excitement began to press with a certain insistence in their pants.
The battle, the desire to win and the fear of the unknown were not something you could hide yourself for too long, after all.
Green smiled showing teeth and tongue-in-eyes squint slightly and clenched his fingers around the piece of cloth. He pulled on him then the other, as if all that were not enough, and left ran his hand down to go to shake sex through the fabric - the Red stifled groan that pinched the ears wet with pleasure.
"Okay, you win. "He breathed in reply a moment later, with particular insistence by pressing a couple of fingers against the excitement is not too discreet" So you know I want a rematch. "In saying he made to go down the sink and place your feet on the ground, pulling the shirt already and maybe arranged to give a hair, when the weight of the back forced him to push back against the glass - and the Green frowning slipped a bit 'too down with the pelvis.
"You want more. "Red
pulled a bit 'up, one hand resting against the wall and the other on the side of his rival, the look more polished and less restrained than it seems to have been so far. Green leaned over and breathed slowly, he let his lips touch her for a moment and passed without kissing. The gesture raised his shirt with a dry but not sharp, he took it up to press the board against his shoulder and bent to kiss the chest. He paused for a moment and then slid on the teeth and tongue to the stomach flat, remaining there with your hands to breathe while he went to unfasten the belt in a bright red. Green gave a snort a bit 'heavy, the kind that usually you just can not hold back, sighed and then more slowly and with more control. He heard Red
take them off your pants without haste, and to help in the movement pulled himself from the edge of the basin and the towel dispenser. She shivered when his hands touched the skin, cold to the touch, and then bit her lips when he pressed her open mouth against the erection boxers to shake the hips and jeans hanging from his ankles. I felt just being there to suck distracted, his hands and knees ended strip of ground to be comfortable with the stuff that remained became suddenly tense, humid and uncomfortably present.
After all, it was always that way. Green Red who won that challenge and, in a manner so damn obvious and repetitive as to seem to be the result of some kind of complicated twist of fate. If Red had not won, simply, the world stopped to wait for him. He shook again
bare hands against the thighs to make him lift and continued that way, running his tongue from the base to the tip in silence and almost without breathing. Green
snorted and gasped, shaking her head as a sign of displeasure-resignation-and kept his eyes closed. He tilted his face back, feeling the cold glass of the press it against the back of his head uncovered, and began to listen to the rhythm of the impetuous heart beating in my chest.
not hear the loud voices outside the door and did not hear the fireworks which exploded yet, so strong as to make him vibrate bones and throat, to acclaim something that ultimately he would never want to admit. Red
gasped just blowing hot breath on his erection tight, and slide your hands down first drew the boxer - just enough to suck and lick the inner thigh so close to its opening for him to be afraid want to fuck it so directly. For the Green started and stared, gasped and frowned with annoyance air. Then reached out and placed it on the head of the other, staring across.
"Hey. " he muttered in a voice a little 'hoarse, broken by the excitement which had been abandoned and ill-concealed disappointment. The other looked up, fixed and glassy as they always were, and slow breathing against his leg stretched out a hand to get the fluid to penetrate it - so treacherous as to be a little 'ridiculous. Green winked and widened to reflect the other, he groaned in annoyance and gasped loudly. He raised one leg, trying once again to fall to the ground from that height is not embarrassing, and shaking his face in a couple of little jumps tried not to stiffen your muscles. She felt the throbbing erection and unsatisfied, despite everything, the presence of red between her legs was the only thing on his mind seemed to be taken into account.
"The fact that you won does not mean you necessarily" Ah! "Groaned to hear the other, instead of inserting a second finger and in any case inappropriate, he had taken to using the language. "To stand on! "
was warm, the language of Red, and insisted feel too much effort into him. Green gasped again and again he realized he had his eyes closed, swallowed loudly and tilted his face to the side. Now taken the habit and the other movements did not spare even the failure to answer, merely offset the hand with short hair blacks until his erection - pulling all of the boxer to take a touch, instinctively.
There was a time when he hated Red. From the bottom, and sparingly, without too much force but steadily. When his Raticate had died in that way-Green he realized only then that the pokémon died, just like humans, the pain and disappointment were so strong as to make him feel that feeling so corrosive almost unhealthy.
With eyes still closed she heard him stand up and panting slightly, sinking again face against his neck-like to want to hide from his view-and slip two fingers inside him, light.
Yet when he saw a Red Lavandonia, there in front of the cemetery, it was as if everything had disappeared. It was as if a part of him, that kind of bulk that no child should have to prove to the advance of years had gone and replaced with something harder and colder, as an adult.
was then reached that kind of relationship, what she was allowing to slip into Red third and fourth toes that caused a whimper a bit 'desperate, that certainly was not hate - but it was certainly not love, as the simple need to have a pure side by side , as a simple ideal dictated by habit.
"I start to Mount Silver. "Red blew against his shoulder, point blank, before removing his hand from his opening and in turn loose pants.
penetrates it, without actually being too pushy or rude, but giving the impression to be open in two and suddenly filled with something as essential as annoying at the same time-and hoarse gasp that followed for a while overlooking anything.
both panting, without moving, Red and slowly looked at him straight in the eye. Green swallowed because it was so badly to feel tense muscles, and let him gaze wandered from her face to the throat, and from there up to his chest and stomach, erection button and point where their bodies came together as a single thing.
There was deafening silence as the bursting of a bomb-and then Red inspired plan. He raised his arms to heaven with a straight face as detached, his lips stretched in a straight line and fair.
was their first time in that way.
Green laughed, led to exasperation, shaking his head and held out both hands to pull the other and forcing him to move.
After that, the rest does not matter anymore.
Title: Bite to Break Skin
Fandom: Videogame!
Pair Pokémon Red / Green
Genre: General, Erotic, Fluff
Rating: Red
Warnings: One-Shot, Lemon, Yaoi, Missing Moments
Word Count: 3883
Notes: Lemon Before I write after something like 3 years, I must say that this fan fiction contains all that usually avoids in a story - or Porn and Fluff. The Red which I was inspired by the video game is, of course, but stylistically to that of fan art.
In any case I hope that despite the level of the lemon is somewhat questionable, at least a smile stupidity Red manage to steal.
Title taken from song by Senses Fail.
When Red and Green were small, when Daisy was still in junior high and the spring wind was blowing strongly from the grassy fields of Biancavilla-the world was something immense and unexplored. Huge
were the hands of their parents that they took in his arms and raised them skyward, their rooms were huge and colorful plastic toys, as well as the thick carpet on which it is rolling - trying to count how many Red and Green were used to fill a whole. Huge
were the sun and the moon, the summit of Mount Silver, which stood far away and the dark leaves of the trees of the Emerald Forest - Pokémon were immense. Yet no one could have overcome, their new and existing curious eyes, the enormity of the wild Snorlax in the lazy summer days, took refuge in the grassy area that separated the houses of two children. Maybe just to sleep or maybe just simply to protect themselves from pesky rays of the sun, there was no day in which the two future champions of the league-rivals and friends, companions of adventure and landmarks for generations to come-not find that pokémon with no name there sleeping, snoring with so much strength from him vibrate the chest and bones.
Red and Green from time to time staring at him from the windows of their bedrooms, with his elbows resting on the sill and arms outstretched in front to feel the cool air brush against your finger, while there were times when down in the street and watched in secret. Quietly and without breathing, limiting to stay there-with a juice in one hand and a snack in the other-a secure, fixed. Snorlax was something so big and majestic, if you went so close to feel the fur rustling, the fear that the sky had suddenly disappeared - and the only thing I could think to do was run away , where he knew there to be safe.
They had learned, however, with time and with small reconnaissance missions in the pokémon, despite all the noises that could never do-banging pots and pans to running time, scream odd and even singing songs heard on television, he would not wake up even if on purpose. After discovering that they felt stupid for some time, perhaps even disappointed, and after an eloquent look-launched the 'Red expressing apathetic expression of solemnity and that of Green-which showed mischievous curiosity had begun to revolve around as with a Skitty in front of a wild plant baccarance.
He had placed his hands on his stomach, where they could get there, and feeling your body vibrate at first they were surprised. Then he had looked into his eyes, they both had thin lips curled in and around a few seconds, without even need to say, what had started as a mere curiosity became a race to resist longer.
This time Green had won, because Red had taken to nip the palms of the hands, and the next time-when they did a competition to see who could raise at least a few inches, he did not win either. Snorlax weighed too much and was too hot that time had made them sweat like crazy.
There had been other challenges-all in the end he had left there, the garden shared by two families that still little is known-and there were both more sconfitte che vittorie. Avevano tentato di inzupparlo del tutto e di fargli prendere la scossa, di svegliarlo e di farlo rotolare fino a valle – fino al laboratorio del professore, lì dove c’era quel pezzo d’acqua sconfinato che usavamo per fare il bagno in quei giorni d’estate.
Una volta avevano persino tentato di scalarlo, di raggiungere il suo pancione duro come il marmo e rumoroso come il più terribile dei terremoti, issandosi fino a dove potevano con la semplice forza delle fragili braccia.
Green aveva preso a piantare i piedi contro le zampe più grosse, come se quello che stesse scalando fosse un albero e non un pokémon particolarmente lazy, while Red had remained motionless for some time. He set the nose of Snorlax, so preoccupied with that deadpan that her parents, and had confined himself to quiet breathing - slow and cautious, his heart pounding in my chest and safe.
The friend had urged, not without a hint of derision in the tone of childlike voice, and she giggled. "Come on, Red! It's no fun unless you try it too! "
He had not paid attention, not right away, and he raised his eyes to heaven. It was the summer of their eight years, what seemed to be shorter and warmer of all.
"We are almost there! "She screamed Green, who was still small enough not to know that the final piece is always the most difficult to overcome whatever adversity, and Red had turned their backs. He had started running towards the house and the friend was so offended the dismay, he let go and fell to the ground. Red
When he returned, running with that kind of pace that had nothing to do with the clumsiness of children their age, but that seemed to reflect more than mechanical and rhythm of a professional racer-tank and precise, quiet and aimed straight at the point-Green was still on the ground. With sullen expression on his face and elbows pressed against the ground to hold him, he thought for a moment that Red had gone somewhere-who knows what to take a ladder, a stepping stone or maybe even a space shuttle-less what his friend had gone to actually do. Red
stopped by moving a bit 'rough and a bit' suddenly right next to Green, the eyes focused on the target, and loading the arm like a baseball player had raised his right leg strength and launched a Poké ; ball big time when a fist against the sleeping Snorlax. That
had whipped the air, and amid the noise away from the villages on the lake and the more muffled the breath had been surprised by Green to bounce back against her belly swollen and tense dell'ingombrante pokémon.
The world had stopped for a moment, deafening both children for a while, and the clash of metal against the Poké Ball grassland seemed the loudest sounds heard until then.
Then the colored ball had opened with a click, there was a flash of light and within a moment Snorlax appeared to be only a memory. There was
the grass crushed by a weight that no longer exists, there before them, and there was a huge Pokémon Biancavilla had ever seen in a small ball Poke. There was a consciousness of having done something great, spectacular, and there was a whole life ahead of them that would have been as exciting as that little adventure and personal - they knew for sure, heard him in the stomach and bones .
Neither said anything for a while. For both heart was pounding so hard to seem troublesome, yet Green was beating more irregular, faster.
"It's not as if I had risen above. "He mumbled and then after some time, with a strange feeling annoyed at the base of the stomach discomfort. He was seated in a more decomposed, with her legs spread and palms of hands placed behind his back, his eyes trained on the back of the comrade who was collecting the Poké Ball. She had seen him hold it between your fingers and felt a bit 'jealous, had seen him look the counter and had looked away with a snort capricious.
Then he came back at him, secretly, and Red had touched the Poké ball with thin fingers. He pressed the button almost by accident that operate the opening, and suddenly the enormity of Snorlax had shown once again. Red
had let slip a sharp exclamation of surprise, perhaps for the first time in his life, and feeling swell beneath him round the Pokémon's stomach had clung with so much strength to rip a couple of tufts the fur standing out straight.
Again, there was a moment of silence. The kind of silence can mean everything and nothing, surrounded by the admiring look of surprise-of-the Green and nervously suspicious Red, who crawls on his belly to Snorlax really had no idea how to get off.
But that was not the point, that was not the problem.
Green had looked up, still sprawled on the ground, and Red had stared straight at me. It was then lifted to his feet, a bit 'with difficulty, and he curled his lips.
A moment, and Green had seen him raise his arms to the sky almost abruptly, not as a sign of victory to show their superiority. Impassive as he was always been, Red had exulted in his personal and particular way of doing.
~ ~ ~
everything was finished, everything.
The Pokédex, which was initially the main and only cause of their journey, and the conquest of the gym. Team Rocket was defeated and neutralized, although it was not just a simple accident in the path that was their life, and the whole region had been explored.
They took boats and trains, had seen unimaginable forests and bike paths long as their own imagination - yet it was nothing more than that, nothing more could be done.
both had arrived at the end, the first Green to Red, and both were Champions League. They had been in the Hall of Fame and had been celebrated, remained immortal in the eyes of the Super Four severe and the more distant and less important than the fans.
Then there was nothing, and there was more or less knew that the two-states with an awareness so as to be depressing, that they would remain for some time.
The festivities over the Plateau Blu were noisy and colorful as those in the league, speeches from 'They were just kids when I saw them leave for the first time' by Professor Oak who could not drown the noisy din Staff in the entire party. There were balloons and cakes scattered 'everywhere, there were banners and there were huge screens that show the decisive meeting constantly, constantly, so as to be nauseating. Red
had ceased to participate mentally to everything more or less since he had placed its Poké Ball in the belt, the raucous and incredibly hot breath dell'Arcanine Green still on the ground to act as his background. Not interested in that sort of thing had never particularly wanted to be held outside of attention.
Green instead, since they were taken to show the recording of their final confrontation, he had served to fix the huge screen above their heads.
look for details, clues, and flukes unexpected errors. He tried with the look and feel in the meantime, every time the screen goes black for enabling the movie to start, stomach, shaking with so much force to make him bleed pride.
His jaw tightened and his gaze fixed, the pursed lips and hands clenched into fists into the pockets of his trousers.
Although they were both grown-Green had even learned to appreciate more Pokémon for the friendship and for their power-that thin vein of annoying superiority the former champion still had not managed to scrollarsela off. Suddenly
but without excessive force Red put a hand on his arm, using it as support for his feet, and letting his fingers slip from the elbow to the wrist moves a step beyond their station of Guests of Honor. Green looked away from the screen with some effort-with images of the struggle that still flashed before my eyes-and would not budge. Red then turned around, taking a walk back cautiously, without being too flashy and clenched his fists as a kid and raised his forearms - imitating that gesture that years ago had affected him as the greatest obstacle that Green would have had to overcome.
He sketched a face-it was so acidic, they seem discouraged and disgusted-amused sadly and shook his head with a sigh. He got to his feet, for the cheers of others always made him feel bad, and with a shrug followed his childhood friend over the passage leading to the exit.
Their footsteps sounded dry and dark between the narrow walls of that part of the world, and the light was so faint as to seem only a distant memory on their silhouetted figures at the bottom so different.
"Here? He asked after a while Green, I agree with a bored tone of voice. Pursed his lips and breathed through his nose, his face tilted sideways and gave his rival a look eloquent. "Right now? "Red
not even deign to respond-and-rarely did so without squeezing too hard a hand around the arm and dragged him into the bathroom he found first.
smelled of disinfectant and it was dark as the hallway that had just crossed, was no bigger than a couple of closets and put together the tiles of the walls were cold - Green groaned when the other pressed against the sink and pressed against it. He let
lift and press against the glass that had behind, spread his legs to make room for the frail body of Red and held my breath when that's just clenched both hands against her thighs strained.
"I always thought" Green then sketched, and clenched his fingers against the sink below is to stand "I was senseless. "
He said without rancor and with some dried Ironically, because if it was true that as a Pokémon Trainer for the day had failed, it was not necessary that his rival infierisse that way. Red
leaned toward him and said nothing, he let his forehead up against the chin and just opened his mouth - breathing on his neck in passing the language hot throat chin. Then he muttered something that did not feel right, scroll left hands from the hips to the top of the other and put a sub.
"I won. "He said, then again, his voice a bit 'more high, as he felt the skin of its Green stretch when he touched it. Does not deviate from his neck and did not move again, just press against his chest so as to make him almost hurt. Green
snorted and shook his head, winked and opened his mouth but could not say anything. He reached out a hand to press it flat against the stomach of the dark, she heard him warm through the fabric and curiosity led him in just his fingers up - could not suppress a groan when he felt his teeth just press against his shoulder as a sign of protest.
's heart was pounding Red and impetuous, but noisy in the regular skinny chest of the new Champions League, and it was obvious to both that it was not only because of the excitement began to press with a certain insistence in their pants.
The battle, the desire to win and the fear of the unknown were not something you could hide yourself for too long, after all.
Green smiled showing teeth and tongue-in-eyes squint slightly and clenched his fingers around the piece of cloth. He pulled on him then the other, as if all that were not enough, and left ran his hand down to go to shake sex through the fabric - the Red stifled groan that pinched the ears wet with pleasure.
"Okay, you win. "He breathed in reply a moment later, with particular insistence by pressing a couple of fingers against the excitement is not too discreet" So you know I want a rematch. "In saying he made to go down the sink and place your feet on the ground, pulling the shirt already and maybe arranged to give a hair, when the weight of the back forced him to push back against the glass - and the Green frowning slipped a bit 'too down with the pelvis.
"You want more. "Red
pulled a bit 'up, one hand resting against the wall and the other on the side of his rival, the look more polished and less restrained than it seems to have been so far. Green leaned over and breathed slowly, he let his lips touch her for a moment and passed without kissing. The gesture raised his shirt with a dry but not sharp, he took it up to press the board against his shoulder and bent to kiss the chest. He paused for a moment and then slid on the teeth and tongue to the stomach flat, remaining there with your hands to breathe while he went to unfasten the belt in a bright red. Green gave a snort a bit 'heavy, the kind that usually you just can not hold back, sighed and then more slowly and with more control. He heard Red
take them off your pants without haste, and to help in the movement pulled himself from the edge of the basin and the towel dispenser. She shivered when his hands touched the skin, cold to the touch, and then bit her lips when he pressed her open mouth against the erection boxers to shake the hips and jeans hanging from his ankles. I felt just being there to suck distracted, his hands and knees ended strip of ground to be comfortable with the stuff that remained became suddenly tense, humid and uncomfortably present.
After all, it was always that way. Green Red who won that challenge and, in a manner so damn obvious and repetitive as to seem to be the result of some kind of complicated twist of fate. If Red had not won, simply, the world stopped to wait for him. He shook again
bare hands against the thighs to make him lift and continued that way, running his tongue from the base to the tip in silence and almost without breathing. Green
snorted and gasped, shaking her head as a sign of displeasure-resignation-and kept his eyes closed. He tilted his face back, feeling the cold glass of the press it against the back of his head uncovered, and began to listen to the rhythm of the impetuous heart beating in my chest.
not hear the loud voices outside the door and did not hear the fireworks which exploded yet, so strong as to make him vibrate bones and throat, to acclaim something that ultimately he would never want to admit. Red
gasped just blowing hot breath on his erection tight, and slide your hands down first drew the boxer - just enough to suck and lick the inner thigh so close to its opening for him to be afraid want to fuck it so directly. For the Green started and stared, gasped and frowned with annoyance air. Then reached out and placed it on the head of the other, staring across.
"Hey. " he muttered in a voice a little 'hoarse, broken by the excitement which had been abandoned and ill-concealed disappointment. The other looked up, fixed and glassy as they always were, and slow breathing against his leg stretched out a hand to get the fluid to penetrate it - so treacherous as to be a little 'ridiculous. Green winked and widened to reflect the other, he groaned in annoyance and gasped loudly. He raised one leg, trying once again to fall to the ground from that height is not embarrassing, and shaking his face in a couple of little jumps tried not to stiffen your muscles. She felt the throbbing erection and unsatisfied, despite everything, the presence of red between her legs was the only thing on his mind seemed to be taken into account.
"The fact that you won does not mean you necessarily" Ah! "Groaned to hear the other, instead of inserting a second finger and in any case inappropriate, he had taken to using the language. "To stand on! "
was warm, the language of Red, and insisted feel too much effort into him. Green gasped again and again he realized he had his eyes closed, swallowed loudly and tilted his face to the side. Now taken the habit and the other movements did not spare even the failure to answer, merely offset the hand with short hair blacks until his erection - pulling all of the boxer to take a touch, instinctively.
There was a time when he hated Red. From the bottom, and sparingly, without too much force but steadily. When his Raticate had died in that way-Green he realized only then that the pokémon died, just like humans, the pain and disappointment were so strong as to make him feel that feeling so corrosive almost unhealthy.
With eyes still closed she heard him stand up and panting slightly, sinking again face against his neck-like to want to hide from his view-and slip two fingers inside him, light.
Yet when he saw a Red Lavandonia, there in front of the cemetery, it was as if everything had disappeared. It was as if a part of him, that kind of bulk that no child should have to prove to the advance of years had gone and replaced with something harder and colder, as an adult.
was then reached that kind of relationship, what she was allowing to slip into Red third and fourth toes that caused a whimper a bit 'desperate, that certainly was not hate - but it was certainly not love, as the simple need to have a pure side by side , as a simple ideal dictated by habit.
"I start to Mount Silver. "Red blew against his shoulder, point blank, before removing his hand from his opening and in turn loose pants.
penetrates it, without actually being too pushy or rude, but giving the impression to be open in two and suddenly filled with something as essential as annoying at the same time-and hoarse gasp that followed for a while overlooking anything.
both panting, without moving, Red and slowly looked at him straight in the eye. Green swallowed because it was so badly to feel tense muscles, and let him gaze wandered from her face to the throat, and from there up to his chest and stomach, erection button and point where their bodies came together as a single thing.
There was deafening silence as the bursting of a bomb-and then Red inspired plan. He raised his arms to heaven with a straight face as detached, his lips stretched in a straight line and fair.
was their first time in that way.
Green laughed, led to exasperation, shaking his head and held out both hands to pull the other and forcing him to move.
After that, the rest does not matter anymore.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
People Looking For New Modles
Outing
I've never had a Tamagotchi.
And I lived right in the era of the explosion of a small contaminant virtual chick, so I was kind of a little black chick.
My grandmother must have heard someone speak ill of him, or seeing a news report in which he lists the potential dangers and where it is compared to the drug. Or both, which led to a single result. Nothing Tamagotchi for Faith.
For months, I saw dogs and pigs buy one or more.
For months, my grandmother said, "Never!"
Then one day, passing the Playground, I spoke of yet another friend who had one (because, mind you, my tactics included do not ask it directly, but always making from his friends who had and had not yet dead) and she said annoyed, "Okay, enough! I understand. "
I jerked back and went into the play.
That woman, as always, made me a bitch just when I could get what I wanted. But
surprise. Finite
.
had passed the months of Tamagotchi. No more
Tamagotchi. I
butchers a Digimon. (see Figure explanatory)
And I was a little chick and black, because no one else had and I could not "fight".
And because it was before the coming of the Digimon and Pokemon, which would be landed in Italy until years later. Bella
Merd
* When they returned to fashion, as family, I have not taken because it did not seem the case.
Therefore, in the cold rainy days, a Faith in mind is the insane idea to buy a Tamagotchi.
But then I'd rather spend that money on other things.
Or spend it all.
But then, above all, I wonder "what?" *
and everything passes.
for a while '.
* If this were a book (God forbid) there would be a note in Appendix explanatory, reciting: "For what?" was the way we used to Sana and I give the old and Ascope game that is nothing but life. Move like pieces, roll the data forward or backward, between traps and forks, never forget, for every move, to ask each other: "For what?".
I've never had a Tamagotchi.
And I lived right in the era of the explosion of a small contaminant virtual chick, so I was kind of a little black chick.
My grandmother must have heard someone speak ill of him, or seeing a news report in which he lists the potential dangers and where it is compared to the drug. Or both, which led to a single result. Nothing Tamagotchi for Faith.
For months, I saw dogs and pigs buy one or more.
For months, my grandmother said, "Never!"
Then one day, passing the Playground, I spoke of yet another friend who had one (because, mind you, my tactics included do not ask it directly, but always making from his friends who had and had not yet dead) and she said annoyed, "Okay, enough! I understand. "
I jerked back and went into the play.
That woman, as always, made me a bitch just when I could get what I wanted. But
surprise. Finite
.
had passed the months of Tamagotchi. No more
Tamagotchi. I
butchers a Digimon. (see Figure explanatory)
And I was a little chick and black, because no one else had and I could not "fight".
And because it was before the coming of the Digimon and Pokemon, which would be landed in Italy until years later. Bella
Merd
* When they returned to fashion, as family, I have not taken because it did not seem the case.
Therefore, in the cold rainy days, a Faith in mind is the insane idea to buy a Tamagotchi.
But then I'd rather spend that money on other things.
Or spend it all.
But then, above all, I wonder "what?" *
and everything passes.
for a while '.
* If this were a book (God forbid) there would be a note in Appendix explanatory, reciting: "For what?" was the way we used to Sana and I give the old and Ascope game that is nothing but life. Move like pieces, roll the data forward or backward, between traps and forks, never forget, for every move, to ask each other: "For what?".
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