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Post by starrea on Mar 15, 2020 0:15:50 GMT
Days had come and passed and no matter how much Roman willed himself not to go after Caspian, he found himself wandering a little farther in his direction each day. Under the guise of work, he would only get so far before his mind got control of himself again and he would turn around and go back to the castle. He had hoped that the more time that passed, the less interested he would be with the strange man who could resist him but it seemed that the opposite was true. Since Caspian had left, Caspian had dominated most of Roman’s thoughts and he felt himself inexplicably drawn to find him again.
Today, he had finally worked up the courage to cross the border out of Raevaryn and make the final trek to Caspian’s little farm. If Roman hadn’t been so intelligent, the directions Caspian had given him wouldn’t have sufficed. There were barely any signs of civilization and the roads were mostly unmarked. If it hadn’t been for his sheer will to prove himself that he could do it, he would have given up.
Roman was definitely feeling out of element. Not only could Caspian mentally resist his abilities, but Roman had no authority over him outside of the border. Out here, he was on the same level of the uneducated, uncivilized hill-billies would lived out. Thankfully, he didn’t see anyway as he made the trek out there. He didn’t know what he would he would have done if he had - and honestly, he was so damn nervous, there was a fair chance he would have just jumped straight to murder.
The farmhouse finally came into view and Roman paused to take the scenery in. He could understand why Caspian liked it out here - it was quiet, beautiful, and peaceful. But then the aesthetic wore off a second later because for all Roman knew, inbred rednecks were just over the hills.
Once he had stopped, he couldn’t push himself to move forward again. He remained rooted in the spot, staring at Caspian’s farmhouse, too chicken shit to actually go up to the door.
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Post by Val on Mar 15, 2020 0:55:46 GMT
Caspian was a patient man, but the longer he waited for Roman to show up, the harder it became. He wanted to have faith that Roman wouldn't be able to resist the temptation, but he had begun to think that he had misjudged whatever was between them. More than a few times, he'd rode about halfway back to Raevaryn Castle, only to come to his senses and retreat. The only way that this would work was if Roman gave in. He told himself this each day and fell back into his work with a new found determination. After all, there was a lot of work to be done after being away from his farm for several days. His fields and his animals needed tending. If he had not returned when he did, he feared his livelihood would have begun to fall apart.
Caspian was around the backside of his house when Roman finally appeared. It was a day just like any other: the sun was shining, the air was fresh, and the only sounds to be heard were the peaceful stirrings of various animals. That, and the rhythmic chopping of wood as Caspian swung an axe over his shoulder to split bark into useful pieces of firewood.
The first creature to spot Roman was a crow resting on a fence post near the entrance to the farm. It took one look at the stranger and cawed several times, effectively setting off an alarm. A hound dog snoozing peacefully on the front porch stirred awake and immediately tilted its snout into the sky, releasing a howl. All at once, the farm seemed to come to life as creatures either scurried to hide or to go find Caspian.
It took only seconds for him to know what waited for him on the other side of his house, thanks to his many friends spilling the news. He grinned to himself and dropped the axe to the ground before making the trek around the farmhouse. He was shirtless, but snagged up his discarded shirt on the way, using it to wipe at the beads of sweat on his forehead. Instead of putting it on, he slung it around the back of his neck, liking the idea of perhaps having the upper hand on Roman this time. His tan skin was glistening with sweat and his light hair was mussed, making him wonder briefly if the neat and orderly Roman would be put off by the lifestyle he was about to witness.
Wiping the grin from his face, Caspian rounded the corner of his house and his eyes landed on Roman with a sense of satisfaction. Just seeing him standing there caused an eruption of butterflies in his stomach, "I was beginning to think you got lost," he called, implying he'd expected Roman to show up all along.
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Post by starrea on Mar 15, 2020 1:21:16 GMT
For a second, Roman had thought that he could have slipped away unseen. Now that he knew where it was, he reasoned, he could come back another day. That hope was promptly murdered by a freaking bird and once that bird screamed, the peacefulness of the farmhouse shattered. Suddenly, it seemed like every damn animal on the property was now alert and screaming and Roman was so surprised that he stumbled back a couple of steps.
The thought of being caught lurking outside of Caspian’s home was now real enough that Roman seriously considered running. And he would have, too, if Caspian hadn’t rounded the corner of his farmhouse without a shirt on. The sight rooted him to the ground and he shamelessly drank in the delicious sight. Any hope of leaving was now gone. He wouldn’t have been able to tear himself away even if he tried.
The need to see Caspian amplified tenfold now that Caspian was in his sight. It wasn’t good enough to just see him, he needed to be near him, touch him. But Roman had already played into Caspian’s hand by showing up. Anyways, Roman had no idea what was going to happen next. In almost every situation in Roman’s life, he always knew what was probably going to happen. He was even prepared for the improbable situations. But out here with Caspian, he didn’t have a fucking clue what was going to happen.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried to regain a semblance of composure, waiting for Caspian to walk over to him before he realized that he was staring too much at his shirtless chest and he forced himself to look down, “Ah, yeah, I had some work out here.” Roman almost cringed at how shitty his lie was. They weren’t even in Raevaryn territory anymore.
Roman suddenly felt hot and nervous. He could swear his body temperature was heating up past the point of normal and he could feel his cheeks flush from his nerves. He couldn’t believe that he had actually done this. He silently hoped Caspian would invite him in. He wasn’t a big fan of mud and animal shit, both of which seemed to be in abundance on this farm. But in the end, whatever happened next was up to Caspian - he had already revealed what he wanted by showing up and he would be damned if he didn’t get a similar show of faith from Caspian.
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Post by Val on Mar 15, 2020 23:56:12 GMT
Caspian was pleased with Roman's visible reaction to him, to say the least. He spent a long moment drinking in the sight of Roman at the entrance to his farm, realizing just how unlikely their circumstances of meeting were. Roman was so obviously out of his element, just as he had been at the castle, and yet they were inexplicably drawn to each other.
He suppressed a chuckle in response to the excuse and took a short step forward, only to stop. Of course he wanted to approach Roman as soon as he could, but something in Roman's demeanor told him that he would be much more comfortable inside. Deciding he owed it to his guest for actually coming all the way out here, he maneuvered backwards a few steps toward the house, "Come in," he invited, gesturing to Roman before he turned and made his way to the front porch.
Caspian mentally shooed his animal companions, seeking privacy in a time like this. He was just as clueless as to where this would lead, but the fact that Roman had been so compelled to come out here gave him a pretty good idea. He kicked off his boots at the front door and cast a look back towards Roman to make sure he was following before nudging the front door open.
Inside the roomy farmhouse, the atmosphere was warm and homey and smelled of freshly cut vegetables and firewood. Caspian had a rule: no animals lived in the house, unless they were in particular need of some TLC. It was a jealousy thing...if he let one inside, then they all expected the same treatment. Either way, it kept his home clean enough. Though, compared to Roman's living quarters, it might've looked like a cluttered mess with various pieces of mismatched furniture, stores of fresh food, and the occasional article of clothing draped precariously. He snagged up one of the discarded shirts and pulled it on, not bothering to button it up as he turned to wait for Roman to enter.
"Sorry about the alarm. That bird," he shook his head endearingly, "Takes his job very seriously..." He could have went on and on about the creatures, but it was all nervous talk. Seeing Roman approach his doorway made him shut up and swallow as the familiar nervous excitement all came rushing back to him, "How are you?"
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Post by starrea on Mar 16, 2020 19:01:17 GMT
Everything felt so much more intense when Roman looked at Caspian. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest excitement fluttered in the pit of his stomach. He had been anticipating this moment of seeing Caspian again, wondering if he had built up whatever had happened between them in his head but he hadn’t. Roman was a veteran in warfare but even in the thick of battle, his heartbeat was steady and his nerve were steel. Caspian has showed Roman a whole new of himself that he hadn’t even known existed and he couldn’t stay away, even if it would end up being his downfall.
Roman deflated when Caspian initially stepped back. He couldn’t help it. He was over-analyzing every little movement, trying to see if he could read Caspian as easily as Caspian could read him. His disappointment was short lived because then Caspian started towards the house and Roman followed. He wasn’t sure if his hands were shaking from nerves so he pushed them into his pockets and tried to look nonchalant.
Roman couldn’t help but feel immensely thankful that Caspian didn’t live in a trashy, redneck shack. He knew that everyone could afford the luxurious lifestyle he led, but he wouldn’t have been able to walk into a shack infested with trash and vermin. The inside also exceeded his expectations. Besides the horribly mismatched furniture, it was clean and relatively organized.
By the time his eyes found Caspian again, he had already put a shirt on. “I’m... good.” His thoughts briefly drifted to the boy locked in the same room he locked Caspian in who was probably balls deep in withdrawal by now.
“I just wanted to talk about what happened. And what it meant to you.” The words were out of his mouth before he could change his mind and take them back. But that didn’t stop him from cringing at how stupid they sounded.
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Post by Val on Mar 17, 2020 19:19:03 GMT
Once Roman was officially inside of his house, it all felt very surreal. He never would have imagined a Raevaryn elite coming to his home, let alone one he had become intimate with. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Roman as he waited for a response, feeling his breath shorten considerably. There was still a chance the man had come here to reject him, although that seemed unlikely under the circumstances. He'd become quite good at reading Roman.
Caspian exhaled with relief when Roman revealed that he actually wanted to talk. It was shocking, to say the least, after their previous encounters. It seemed he had been right about time and distance giving them a chance to think straight, "Okay," he agreed.
Instead of jumping right into that conversation, he moved toward the fireplace and tossed in a few fresh pieces of wood to stoke the flame. Turning back toward Roman, he nodded toward one of the cozy couches, "You can sit," he offered. The furniture immediately brought back memories from Roman's couch, making his skin flush with heat.
He considered retreating to the kitchen to offer food and drink, but it felt wrong to leave Roman hanging. So, he remained standing in front of the fireplace, trying to come up with a response, "I don't do...that, unless it means something to me." It was difficult to express himself without knowing what Roman was thinking, "I'm happy you came here," he added, "You can ask me anything, as long as you reciprocate."
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Post by starrea on Mar 17, 2020 23:57:18 GMT
Roman was in desperate need of some liquid courage. Everything about this was uncharted territory - the sexual tension, the feelings, the nerves, the fact that he was in another man’s house - and his courage was fleeting. Lucky for them, Roman had come prepared. He pulled a small silver flask out from his pocket, unscrewed the cap and knocked back a couple shots of tequila. The burn grounded him and he could feel the heat spreading through his body.
He slipped the flask back into pocket after a few seconds of deliberation, but despite how much he was aching for the alcohol to quiet his thoughts, he didn’t want to be drunk. The tequila worked fast and soon he was in that sweet spot - not drunk by any means but buzzed enough that he wouldn’t chicken out. His heart wouldn’t skip a beat when he killed a man but he needed a shot of tequila to quiet his nerves before he talked to Caspian. It blew his mind how Caspian had such a spell over his body.
Roman waited for Caspian to say something, anything, but he turned and stoked the fire instead. He could feel himself tense up as he stared at Caspian’s back, starting to get irritated. Roman had put it all out on the line. He had never gone through such lengths to see someone, never cared enough. And now that he had, he felt like Caspian was blowing him off a little.
Roman collapsed on the couch, stewing in his thoughts. Maybe it had been a mistake to come here after all. Just because he had gotten lost in the heat of the moment didn’t mean anything. He would go back to being himself, the pre-Caspian Roman, and that would be that.
Caspian’s voice pulled him out of his semi-tequila-induced-angst and he looked at Caspian indifferently until he mentioned reciprocation. “Reciprocate?” He snapped, “I’ve already come out here. You haven’t done a damn thing. Maybe this was a mistake after all.”
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Post by Val on Mar 18, 2020 2:17:47 GMT
Caspian slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched Roman produce a flask, immediately imagining that they were going to have a repeat of the last time they saw each other. He remained rooted to his spot as Roman drank, wondering if perhaps he'd gotten involved with an alcoholic. It made him realize just how little they actually knew each other.
When Roman snapped at him, he looked away in frustration. That's not what he meant at all. He'd avoided pouring his heart out for this very reason; he was afraid of how Roman would react to anything he did. Visibly shutting down, he shook his head in disbelief and moved into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He returned to the living room and sat in a chair across from Roman, placing the bottle and cups onto the table between them with a thump.
Caspian filled one of the glasses about halfway and tipped it back, gulping it down as though making a point to catch up with Roman. "You're insufferable, you know that?" He refilled the glass and leaned back in his seat, "I don't know who you think I am, but this is just as unfamiliar to me as it is to you." He sipped at the whiskey again, already feeling more courageous. As he'd discovered back at the castle, the easiest way to communicate with Roman was to rile him up.
"Why would you think this is a mistake? Obviously I want you here. I've been waiting, for God's sake. I'm sorry I didn't realize you wanted me to leap into your arms upon arrival," he scoffed, watching for Roman's reaction with a sense of anticipation. He would be lying if he said he didn't crave Roman's intimidation tactics, physical or otherwise, "I haven't stopped thinking about what happened that night. I've hardly been able to stop myself from going back to the castle, and I'm relieved that you're finally here. So, yeah, it meant a lot to me."
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Post by starrea on Mar 18, 2020 12:28:33 GMT
Roman noticed the way Caspian deflated at his words but he didn’t feel bad. He wordlessly watched Caspian disappear into another room only to return a second later with more booze. The silence between them was taut with tension as Caspian filled both glasses and then knocked by a few long sips by the bottle. It seemed that Roman wasn’t the only one who needed some liquid courage tonight. Nevertheless, Roman didn’t touch his glass. The tequila he had downed was sufficient and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up blind drunk again. If anything happened tonight, he needed to be in full control of himself.
It pleased Roman to see that he had gotten under Caspian’s skin, enough for the man to snap back at him, but all he did was scowl. It was everything Roman wanted to hear but all it did was push his buttons. His hand instinctively reached down the whiskey but he stopped himself.
“I don’t do this. I don’t chase anyone, but I’m fucking here, trying to chase you. I don’t do whatever the fuck happened between us. So yeah, it crossed my mind that it was a mistake. Prove me wrong.” He dared, too embarrassed to actually say out loud what happened between them. He could stomach blood and gore better than most but wouldn’t say anything remotely sexual out loud. “I think you know enough. I think you know what you want and what I want, which is more than I can say for myself,”. He snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, muscles tensing at the thought of physically bullying him into submission. “I think that you called me a coward but I am the one who was brave enough to show up. So I think that if you really want whatever this is, you better step it up.”
At that, he finally leaned back into the couch, but he didn’t relax. He stared down Caspian, silently challenging him. Caspian wasn’t the only one who craved riling the other one up. It was addicting to watch Caspian unravel just as much as he had effortlessly ruined Roman.
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Post by Val on Mar 18, 2020 23:44:15 GMT
Caspian stared at the ground stubbornly as Roman practically scolded him. He felt childish, but he couldn't help it; Roman was making him act like this and he was sure the man was getting some sick pleasure out of it. When he was left hanging with a challenge, he finally looked back up at Roman as he downed yet another gulp of whiskey. He had noticed Roman resist the urge to drink more, and he was grateful for that. But Caspian felt that he had the right to get a little drunk this time.
He stood up abruptly, his head spinning as the alcohol caught up with him, and observed Roman through half lidded eyes. Of course he was going to succumb to what Roman wanted; he was beginning to think it was in his nature to do so. He closed the distance between them and nudged Roman's knees apart so that he could stand between them. His hand slowly extended and pushed through Roman's hair, giving it a tug, "Stop lying to yourself," he murmured, letting the hand travel down to his jaw line, "You know what you want."
His fingers pressed beneath Roman's chin, coaxing him to look upwards, "You want to fuck me." A small smirk found its way to his lips, as though he was aware of Roman's aversion to provocative language. Caspian wasn't exactly accustomed to talking dirty by any means, but he was getting good at pushing Roman's buttons, which was becoming his ultimate goal. Being so close to him now, he felt desperate for Roman to take control. His eyes were practically begging for it and, if Roman were to ask, he was positive he would fall to his knees and beg, no questions asked.
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Post by starrea on Mar 19, 2020 1:21:20 GMT
The challenge had its desired effect and Caspian didn’t even hesitate before taking it. The anticipation almost killed Roman as he watched Caspian take another long swig of some liquid courage before he advanced on him. Roman’s legs separated automatically and he leaned forward to meet him but stopped just short of touching him. Even though he wanted nothing more than to give in to his desires, he wanted to see what Caspian would do. Even more, he wanted to figure out what this was and what it would be. If he reached out and felt the heat of Caspian’s skin beneath his fingers, he would lose himself and he couldn’t do that before he got answers.
Roman almost shivered with pleasure as Caspian’s finger ran through his hair. His body was quivering with want but this time, he wasn’t drunk and he wouldn’t give in so easy. But that didn’t mean he didn’t get lost in the moment. If he hadn’t been turned on before, then he surely was now - the tent in his pants was sufficient proof of the effect Caspian had on him. Caspian’s fingers left a trail of heat behind them as they ran down the side of his face and he let his chin tilt up to lock eyes with him.
Somewhere in the back of Roman’s mind, he sort of knew that he had lied to himself. It was hard to know what he wanted when all of this was so new, though. But after coming here and seeing Caspian, he couldn’t hide from the fact that he wanted him and more than just right this second. He wanted Caspian today, and tomorrow, and next week and next month. He wanted him indefinitely and he didn’t want to share him.
Roman visibly cringed at the vulgar words and his lustful expression shifted into a glare, “Don’t say that.” He hissed, not missing the way Caspian smirked. It was just another way Caspian pushed his buttons, but two could play at that game. He took Caspian’s hand in his own and pushed it off of his face. He wanted to push Caspian away altogether but he couldn’t bring himself to. Now that he was mere inches away from Roman, the thought of him being anything further than that was unacceptable, so he settled for breaking their contact for now.
“What am I to you?” He pressed, looking up at Caspian earnestly. If the man wanted him as bad as he looked like he did, then he was going to have to work for it. Roman needed to hear him say that he was committed. And if he didn’t want to then Roman needed to stop this before it destroyed him.
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Post by Val on Mar 19, 2020 18:34:53 GMT
Caspian's hand dropped to his side as Roman pushed him away, his smirk fading just as quickly. He studied Roman's angry features and half regretted his teasing, wanting so badly to erase the glare from his eyes. As much as he enjoyed getting under his skin, this wasn't the reaction he was looking for. It was clear that Roman wanted more from him. He itched to touch the man again, but resisted as Roman fixated him with an intense stare.
It dawned on Caspian that he was the one that was being withholding. He knew what he wanted, but exposing himself to Roman didn't seem like an option until now. As much as he denied it, he feared many things about the enigma sitting before him. He feared that he didn't know the man well enough, he feared his intentions, and most of all he feared rejection. Looking at him now, though, many of those fears started to melt away. He could see in his eyes that Roman wanted him to commit, and that gave him more courage than any amount of liquor could.
"I want to be with you," he stated resolutely. His hand started to reach for Roman again and clenched his fingers to stop himself, as though it physically pained him not to touch the man. Instead, he dropped to his knees between Roman's legs, gazing up at him with eyes that were practically spilling over with vulnerability, "Only you."
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Post by starrea on Mar 20, 2020 0:42:24 GMT
Roman reveled in watching Caspian physically restrain himself from reaching back out and touching him. Approval flashed in his eyes at Caspian’s obedience, but that turned into raw lust when Caspian dropped to knees in front of Roman. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his pants and he shifted it slightly in his pants but that didn’t relieve any discomfort. For a long second, he just admired the scene before him - a drunk Caspian on his knees, telling Roman that he only wanted him. He made sure to remember every little detail, but he wouldn’t have been able to forget the look in Caspian’s eyes even if he wanted to.
This time Roman was the one to drag a finger down Caspian’s jawline before roughly grabbing his jaw and locking eyes with him, “You better mean that. Because there will only be me. And if you betray me, there will be consequences, ones you won’t like.” He warned, surprising himself with how much conviction and confidence he had.
Roman supposed this is how it must of been like when he got drunk in front of Caspian. Maybe after this, one of these days, both men would be sober at the same time, but for now, he was going to enjoy molding Caspian into whatever he wanted. The possibilities were endless and Roman was hungry to try them all out.
His fingers rubbed over Caspian’s jawline one more time before he let go and leaned back, just staring at Caspian kneeling between his knees. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want. Right now. And why you think you think you should get it.”
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Post by Val on Mar 20, 2020 23:50:16 GMT
Caspian gazed up at Roman silently as he absorbed the sweet look of approval in the man's eyes. He got off on it more than anything, making him wonder just how far he would go to please Roman. Roman's arousal was evident and he tried not to stare as he touched himself, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to look away.
He was saved from the distraction as Roman's fingers gripped his jaw, forcing him to attention. Caspian's pupils visibly dilated in response to the threat, leaning into his touch expectantly. He felt that trance-like state coming on and fully welcomed it, but Roman's hand pulled away far too soon. A sound of disappointment rose in his throat and he glared at Roman for teasing him relentlessly. He wanted more, needed more, or he was going to end up trying to take it for himself.
Caspian's lips parted in response to Roman's demands, but his jaw simply remained slack, as if he didn't know what to say. He was frustrated and beyond hot and bothered. "I want you to touch me," he managed, though that was more than obvious. He knew that wasn't going to be enough, so he straightened up, resting his arms over top of Roman's thighs to gain some sort of contact with him, "I want you on top of me." His hands slyly inched toward the bulge in Roman's pants, as though he could get there undetected, "I want you to lose control."
His eyes narrowed slightly, "I deserve it," he stated irrefutably, "I've given you many firsts..." he trailed off, his eyes shining knowingly as he recalled their night together. He didn't need to list them. "What have you given me?" he challenged, hoping to trigger Roman into action before he lost his mind.
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Post by starrea on Mar 21, 2020 17:55:14 GMT
Roman wasn’t going to be able to resist much longer if Caspian kept acting like this. He could tell that Caspian was getting off on pleasing him and that only added to his arousal. To have another men practically hanging off of his every word, ready to do whatever asked of him, was addicting and now that Roman had had a taste, he wanted more. He only smirked at Caspian’s noise of disapproval but didn’t stop him from putting his hands on Roman’s thighs. He pretended to ignore his wandering hand because he didn’t have the strength to push Caspian away again, not when he wanted him that badly.
Roman could sense how frustrated Caspian was becoming, which only strengthened Roman’s resolve to deny him. That task became increasingly difficult as Caspian’s hand inched its way closer towards Roman’s crotch, but he tried to appear as impassive as possible for someone in that situation. He forced himself to focus on how flustered Caspian got when he tried to answer his question and just raised an eyebrow in response.
It wasn’t until Caspian intentionally antagonized Roman that he was finally pushed over the edge. His smirk was replaced by a scowl and his hand wrenched up and grabbed a fistful of Caspian’s hair and pulled his head back. Any nervousness he had harbored before was definitely gone.
“You’re being awfully bratty for someone who wants something from me. Why don’t you use your mouth for something other than pissing me off?” It might have been phrased as a question but he didn’t wait for Caspian to answer before he started to pull his head in the direction of his crotch.
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