#Verse; Her Legacy

[huffleheir]

Moss Scamander ♔ Hufflepuff ♔ aclotheshorse

Blood Status: Pureblood

Wand: Elder ♔ PhoenixFeather ♔ Slightly Springy ♔ 13"

Status: Alive

Era: Hogwarts Legacy

Moss Scamander was created as the Main Character in Hogwarts Legacy.

So I'll just write her basic background.

Moss grew up around magical creatures caring for them at a young age. She was seen as an odd child struggling with her magical abilities. She was a Pukwudgie in her time at Ilvermorny, she had many friends in the houses so when she transferred to Hogwarts it was strange adapting from having many friends to no friends. So it was great when she was kind of assigned friends to help her catch up with Hogwarts' style of magic.

[aurorangen]

All the flashbacks start when I close my eyes

Transcript:

[We were both young when I first saw her. It was a Saturday and I was at the Farmer's Market with my nana]

[Her warm aura was what captivated me. I didn't know if she noticed me at all. I was just standing there, lost in my own world, trying to get a glimpse of her every time I could. The sun was beaming in the fading summer air: the light shone directly onto her face, her honey-brown eyes, her beautiful red hair]

[She looked back. I wanted to talk to her and strained to hear any voices in my head, telling me to go and do it. I could only hear my own heart beating and my body frozen in place. But then my legs started moving]

Vincent: [makes his way through the crowd] Hello [shy smile]

Nancy: Hello [smiles back at him]

[Little did I know, that simple introduction was the start of something special]

[melien]

[cyarskj52]

[lookingforasphodels]

... and some bitter people keep screeching that the Starks are the protagonists. ASOIAF is a phenomenon because of those messy dragonlords, it is known.

The whole expanded verse is Daenerys Targaryen's legacy.

[malkaleh]

JOAN.

Dauphine of France. Princess of Scotland. Princess of Albion. Queen Regnant of Scotland. Queen of England. The Half Breed Heathens Whore Of A Wife. My Darling Wise Thistle. Little Wise Eyed. Jeanne.

Though Joan’s father died not six months after her birth his love for her was remarked upon - indeed it was said that he could hardly bear to be apart from her. His death was something her mother Mary never recovered from despite two subsequent marriages and the reminder of him in her black haired and grey eyed daughter seems to have been a mixture of grief and solace to her. Joan proved to be a serious child - interested in books, archery and riding but with a keen talent for music she was included in and educated in rulership from a young age, particularly by her paternal grandmother who remarked that she saw ‘very much of Marguerite of Navarre in her’ she was excellent at politics, at rulership and in her concern and interest in the lives of all her people but she was not warm and nor did she have the charisma and ability to draw the eye of her mother, something that drew unfavourable comparisons. Her marriage was made out of pragmatism on her part and no one was more surprised than Joan when it turned into love.

(inspired in part by this edit by @emilykaldwen (ABBY MY BELOVED))

[blurrypxls]

Corey and Charmaine

[cash-legacy]

The next afternoon, Verse stopped by the next-door neighbor's house. Tina (who had mercifully gotten a makeover the night before) seemed eager to let him in.

Their conversation was friendly, and flirtatious - until Verse spotted the ring on Tina's finger.

"Are you... Married, Tina?"

"Widowed. She passed away, a few years ago."

"A victim of the Watcher's fondness for lightning storms. Olive misses her. I know she loves me, but a stepmother isn't the same as a mother."

"But, hey! Now she has you too, huh? She's been so happy to have a friend right next door."

Verse didn't know how to tell her that he could not stand Olive, so he just smiled nervously. She really was unfairly pretty, it was hard to concentrate.

"Listen, Verse, I'm halfway through building a new sofa, so I've got to go. But come by for dinner sometime, will you?"

"Yes! Yes, that sounds good. Dinner. When should I come over?"

"Whenever you like."

Outside, Wolfy expressed his disapproval of the Watcher's bad habit of ruining lesbian relationships. Sorry Wolfy.

[dokuhai]

@keikakudori // continued from here.

RANGIKU WAS HAVING AN INCREDIBLY HARD TIME HOLDING HERSELF BACK. Just the sound of Aizen Sōsuke's voice was setting her on edge —--- a nails on chalkboard, grating sort of thing it was. His reply to her mention of poisoned tea came across as snide, and thus, forced her eyebrows to knit together as she regarded him. A romantic cliché, he had said... and while he seemed so sure that such methods weren't his style, Rangiku wasn't convinced. For how many times had his words been laced with venom? The confessions shared by her comrades used against them when the moment had been just right... not to mention the way he had poisoned Hinamori Momo; a romantic cliché all on its own, though perhaps not quite as literal as a lethal drop mixed into a cup of hot liquid.

The blonde had been there to pick up the pieces of the gobantai fukutaichō, even as her own heart was left broken in the aftermath of their betrayal. Momo had worn her heart on her sleeve... RANGIKU KNEW EVERYTHING THAT AIZEN HAD SAID TO HER, HAD DONE TO HER —--- was this man even remotely self-aware?

❝ You know what, you're right —--- you'd much rather do the stabbing yourself. Twisting the knife and making sure they hurt in all the worst ways... nothing impolite about that, right? ❞ Rangiku couldn't control the way she spat out such hostility; seeing him again had truly brought out the worst in her. A raging sun, she was —--- her heat blazing and oppressive as it worked to snuff out everything in its path.

There would be no shadows, here. No secrets, or doubts... not anymore. Not if she could help it.

Rangiku took a moment to steady herself. She would never learn the truth if she kept villainizing him... after all, a cornered animal was never quite eager to place it's trust in the one hunting it. With a slow, deep breath, Rangiku prepared herself for the more difficult aspects of this conversation. The topic of Gin had never been an easy one for her to discuss, much less openly to the one who had attempted to kill him. So much of their affair had been private... words left unsaid, unspoken, as they had poured their trust in one another. A trust that was left utterly broken, now, but that was beside the point.

She did not miss the way Aizen flinched at her mere mention of Gin's name. It almost seemed like the man had grown hesitant in response —--- his confidence waning as he stumbled over his words. It was so unlike him, Rangiku thought to herself... and upsetting, at the same time.

Gin had meant something to him, hadn't he? He was more than just a blade at his side, ready to kill for him...

Rangiku suddenly felt sick. Anguish churned in her belly, alongside the scorching heat of her anger, making its way up her throat like bile. She pushed it down as best she could, and worked tirelessly to slacken the balled up fists at her side.

She had avoided these truths for so long. She had known something was off, from the very beginning... and yet she never asked Gin what was wrong, or what he was hiding from her. She was too afraid of what he might say. Even now, as she stood upon the precipice of the answers she sought, she was absolutely terrified of what she might hear. But these answers weren't just for her own sake... they were demanded by Central 46, and the sōtaichō himself.

Rangiku sank to the ground, knowing fully well that she needed to be seated in order to carry on with this conversation. She crisscrossed her legs and grasped her knees as her gaze fell from the crucified man, only to seek out imperfections within the floor. Rangiku listened intently to the words he spoke, and noticed the way pain bled into each one —--- Aizen's tone utterly wrought with grief. Perhaps he had been tormenting himself, all this time... though Rangiku was hard pressed to feel any sympathy towards him.

'Will you believe me?' he had asked. 'You must be willing to accept what you will hear.'

❝ I'm not willing to accept anything but the truth, ❞ she replied quietly, though still unable to meet his gaze. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was Aizen's version of the truth... and how corrupted it seemed to be. His claim that he was not himself when he struck Gin down made her want to burst out laughing. Who else was there to blame for all of this? Did it make him feel better, to blame it on the corrupt power of the Hōgyoku? The one he alone had chosen to merge with? This was a self-inflicted fate; one Aizen could have avoided entirely, had he not been so hungry for power. At least, as far as Rangiku was concerned.

❝ —---You're still not telling me why. What caused you to turn on him? You say you weren't yourself, but how am I supposed to know what that means when I don't trust that I EVER actually knew who you were? ❞

[godkilller]

HITMAN AU thread continued with @dokuhai from here.

BOLD OF RANGIKU TO EVER ASSUME GIN WASN'T WATCHING HER AKIN TO A CIRCLING HAWK, especially in the midst of her shows -- where the venue was packed tight, patrons were allowed up close and personal within arm's reach of her. He made some minor adjustments to the performance's allowance of crowds so close, putting up a railing barrier between them and the stage, but there was only so much allowed that could still offer everyone an unobstructed view of the Karakura City beauty. Ultimately... someone who was willing enough to commit by all means a suicide killing to send a message and spark further gang violence wouldn't mind scaling the 4-foot-tall barrier to knife her in the throat. Security guards spaced apart could react in time, ideally, but the opening still remained -- no matter how slim, it was one that Gin intended to focus upon outside of the various other ways Rangiku's heart could be stopped.

Needless to say, his own heart rate was elevated for more reasons than one during her performances. Perhaps one day, if the venue was smaller and more easily manageable, he'd have the time to truly appreciate her craft. For now, he seemed fully capable of appreciating her beyond the scripted dance and sway of her body upon the stage -- she needn't try, he was already entranced, though Gin did his damnest to not show the success of her allure. Did she know he thought of her endlessly?

He couldn't help but let out a single brief scoff of a chuckle, her words on his tattoo -- the brand of belonging to the corrupt nightlife of Karakura City, to the most dangerous and powerful man within the country no doubt -- of how it suited him, despite its negative connotation and often fear-inspiring realization it granted to any who caught a glimpse. He was not a person who brought on the feelings of 'safe' like Rangiku now experienced -- contradictory of her to glimpse upon a mark of ink that signified just how much of a killer he was and feel as though she was with a protector. How quick romance could wedge its way into murderous skill ---- there was a softness to the fact that he'd kill for her, wasn't there?

The serpentine slithering up his arm and over his shoulder, splaying into rolling coils onto his back, was extensive, and yet only those who knew Ichimaru Gin well enough to get his shirt off of him could ever know the full extent of his devotion toward killing in the name of Aizen Sousuke. Their discussion, her seeing more than a glimpse, was inherently intimate.

❝ Suits me, eh? ❞ A low murmur whilst pale fingers delved through stray wavy strands, the back of his knuckles brushing in a feather-light graze against the slender formation of her shoulder blade. His smile was tangible, spreading slow, easing into the playful purr of his voice. ❝ Why, Rangiku, are you admittin' you like a bad boy? ❞

For all of his dismissive and diverting ploys, Gin wasn't stupid; annoyingly so, he was aware of the fact that Rangiku seemed interested in him in return. She was accustomed to acting that way with her clients, no doubt, but the tells were there for this being a spark of mutual interest. So he flirted back, unrestrained, easing away from the futility of attempting to remain uninterested in her.

The space between them felt addled with yearning, as though tugging at the edges of themselves to step forth and close it -- a simple biting urge that could equally so speak of soul recognition; you know me, even if Aizen took everythin' away -- you'd still know me. At least, he hoped that was the case, as though banking the entirety of himself still existing based on the possibility that she could see what he could no longer recognize in himself. They were both stripped of armor here, her of her performer's outfit oddly used the same way Gin donned a bullet-proof vest.

He'd be an idiot if he ever tried to convince her or himself that this was merely part of his job. Did his gaze linger now, stealing away a glimpse of her as she dressed to engrain into his memory? Well, yes, and he didn't feel too terrible about the fact that he caught her topless from the bar portion of his attached kitchen -- considering she wasn't cowering to cover herself, he felt no guilt in enjoying a more human indulgence of checking her out, her breasts and curves silhouetted against the bright haze of the television screen behind her as she slid his shirt over her head. He'd not dart his eyes away if she looked toward him, he had a hunch she wouldn't protest the intrusion. Matsumoto Rangiku was a bombshell in whatever she was (or wasn't) wearing. The shirt was baggy on her frame as it wasn't snug on his, either, but she was still voluptuous enough for her figure to shine through.

That in and of itself was an oddly instinctual thing to feel pleased by -- the sight of the woman of his affections wearing his clothes, as though the deed left her scent-marked and claimed, scratching an itch he didn't know existed until now. He thought shamelessly of kissing her whilst pouring them both a drink, eager to return from the connected kitchen and be near her again. Gin approached and subsequently sat, placing their drinks on the coffee table a few feet in front of the couch she was now nested upon, looking comfortable and far more relaxed herself. His shoulders mirrored that sentiment, and Gin sank in his seat with a huffed breath as she clicked through the scrolling selection of action movies available to watch.

❝ I could go for somethin' mindless -- how 'bout one of those stupid racin' movies, y'know, there's one where they drive a car into space or some shit. ❞ His hand reached to skim atop hers, not quite snatching to take the remote and relieve Rangiku of her browsing duties, but playfully wriggling to slip the device from her grasp, leaning in to be more playful about the act. That, or he'd inspire her to demand she retained it and hijack their movie session away from some ridiculous car-themed action movie toward something of her tastes instead -- he wouldn't mind either way.

[glitterhoof]

mini glitterhoof redesign - or as i like 2 call it, the el wiwi era . she gawt the scar when dan katsup blasted her in amity park ( b4 they became partners in evil crime of course >:3c )

[britneyshakespeare]

Actually I must resign to the fact that The Country Wife (1675) by William Wycherley is unfortunately hilarious

[melien]

I just hope we'll be together for 999 more years💜

[fctedivided]

Picrew your muse!

Chosen muse: Chloe (in her future verse)

Stolen from @vixlenxe!

Tagging anyone who wants to do this OR steal it from me!

[zorkayaplus]

@avaere

while he certainly cannot measure up to what she had managed to put together for his own birthday, kaveh attempts to recreate the scene itself. though, instead of a meal prepared at the shared residence, he has made it his mission to survive a somewhat demanding trip out to a nearby oasis. it's nothing too grand, but it's surrounded by small bushes and some palms, a small pond which reflects the stars when they decide to make themselves known.

why the evening, one would ask, especially in the desert ? the reason is simple, there are some atmospheres that cannot be recreated during daylight. such as the scene kaveh has put together by the oasis, visible as soon as they pass the last hill leading them up there.

he'll take pride it in once he catches his breath again.

hand in hand, kaveh offered a small laugh as the the sight of lanterns and flowers surrounding a blanket on the sand comes in sight. it must look a little pathetic, but it's something he has been urging to do for a long time, sharing a silent moment under the stars with someone he loves. what better time than her birthday ? he has prepared fruit for the evening, alongside some meals he took the courtesy of throwing together earlier that afternoon. on top of the blanket there are some pillows put neatly around, the lanterns decorating the sand around the blanket as well as up in the nearby trees and bushes.

" it's… not much, but," kaveh says under his breath, catching up ( as he had fallen behind a bit ) so he could pass her therefore guiding zarina over to the spot. glancing back at her, he held a warm and loving smile. " it's all ours, no one else knows about this oasis." naturally, there's a gift awaiting her as well, a small box sitting neatly on a pillow meant for her. alongside, there's a card but it only reads happy birthday in beautiful writing, for its the content within the box which deserves the most attention. once opened a bracelet will be revealed, but it's not just a bracelet. no, it's a bracelet put together by silver and gold in the shape of vines braided together. on top there's a blue gem in the shape of a crescent moon combined with the remaining part of its shape in a crimson gem. underneath the plating of the gems there's an inscription reading " love endures ". why those words exactly ? for there have been turns and twists in their story so far, confessions and disagreements which could easily have become the end of their journey together had it not been for endurance. and with that in mind, the architect had taken up the challenge of working with intriciate designs ( he made it ).

love endures, much like the two of them.

pulling zarina closer, kaveh's hand shifts to around her waist, landing a soft kiss on top of her temple. " happy birthday, zarina. "

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚! 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟕.𝟐𝟑

It's the evening of her birthday and she accepts his invitation to go… into the desert. Out of all places, she expected everything but the desert. The colder air, the far way walks, leaving behind the luscious greens of the forest. The sights are beautiful, they always are. They’re the opposite of Snezhnayan pristine plains and the luscious greens around Sumeru City. The desert is filled with danger, sand, but such beautiful nights. The world still lives even when there is so little to find and, oh, those gorgeous oases that you sometimes may find. However, what makes today’s evening far better is the company: Kaveh’s company. 

The architect is obviously out of breath by the time the majority of their trip seems to be done. He’s not used to the sands, making it hard to walk and requiring a different type of endurance. Long distances are tough on him and that’s why she tries to slow down as much as possible, but there is no showcase of tiredness or exhaustion on her face. The moment the Sun sets down and the heat goes down, she comes alive. It concerns her that Kaveh is pushing himself (yet once again) when there’s no need. They could’ve stayed home together and celebrated her birthday like that, just enjoying dinner and a pleasant evening together. ( You’re all I need for the rest of my life. )

An oasis. It’s not the first time they make their way to one, but she’s never seen this one. Kaveh’s eyes sparkle and she’d rather watch him than the beauties of nature, but still follows through, curious as to what he has in mind. Whenever he had something he was excited about, he got that sparkle ,that fire, that brightness in him. Can she help keep it alive? Yes, it’s her birthday, but somehow all of her wishes are circling around him. From his happiness, to his smiles, to his presence close to her. She’s smitten and there is no denial she’ll remain smitten for the rest of her life. 

As they walk, she grasps his hand just a bit tighter. The scenery is magical, but she cannot believe what she sees next. Words are stuck in her throat and she feels a sudden sensation of stupor. As if her mind refuses to calculate and act when she witnesses the pure beauty she sees before herself. The fruits, the small dishes, the pillows, the beautiful place. It’s obvious he’s taken time to travel for so long back and forth. He must’ve ran back and forth so often, so many times. For her… To give this for her birthday? To spend their time together like this?

It causes her eyes to open ever slightly more, lips suddenly pressed together at the sight because she cannot find a word befitting this thoughtfulness and this warmth that blossoms in her chest. She can only imagine how much time it took Kaveh to find this, to plan this, to hope the weather will be good, to ensure all fruits and dishes will survive the wait for them to get here. All the calculations, all the thoughts, all the hard work. It’s suddenly overwhelming, but in a way Sokolova has never experienced. He brings feelings to her on a silver platter, he makes her feel and helps her be a human. 

What is this feeling in her chest? It’s not just love. It’s not just gratitude. It’s something more, something stronger and it almost makes her break. Not in a way where breaking meant being hurt, but a similar break when her mother would caress her hair after she was rescued and suddenly everything was worth it. The struggle, the hardships, the pain, the stubbornness, the fight. It’s all worth it to receive this sense of safety, acceptance, love. 

Zarina doesn’t want to let go of his hand, ever. But she has to, only for him to give her that warm and loving smile that makes something inside crack further. He shines, he shines so brightly in this magical scenery. He doesn’t seem real. This love, this attention, this safety, this adoration. His smile is her treasure and she’d do anything to keep it on his face. At that moment, she thinks that if he’d ask her to give him everything she has - she would, but he’s too kind and too nice and too prideful in his own way to ask her for something so selfish. But she wants him to ask something so damn selfish and she wants to give him anything and everything he wants. She wants him to ask her for her life, for her everything to be his. It’s messy, but if he says it… then she can ask for the same. 

It’s funny how she almost misses his words. A blink, she’s back to reality and notices that only Kaveh can get her to space out for a moment when she looks at that smile and starts to daydream. It’s unusual of her, she must stay vigilant no matter what. 

He kept this oasis a secret just for them both to enjoy it. This beautiful scenery, this carefully organized event, this moment shared just between the two of them. He’s such a romantic and she cannot believe her life allowed her to be with someone so wonderful. He’s the opposite of her: bright, colorful, and loving. The life shines in him and the colors make him mesmerizing. Under his loving smile and adoring gaze, she melts and thinks that she’s lost. She lost to him, but happily. She lost to his heart and he made hers want to stay with him forever. Ah, she lost on all accounts… How wonderful. Genuinely. 

“It’s beautiful,” Zarina finally speaks out, mirroring his loving smile as they step forward to settle down in this paradise made just for them both. They sit closely together and Zarina cannot believe there is another present already there for her. The card is read and she chuckles, affectionately and warmly but her breath gets stuck in the airways for a moment when she lays her eyes down on the gift itself. A bracelet. Knowing of Kaveh’s debts and his struggles, she begins to feel concerned how much this cost him but then her eyes catch on to the unique design of the bracelet. She knows all jewelers in Sumeru, knows their stock and knows what they do with their accessories, but this is unique. It’s astonishing work, she must admit. The jewels are symbolic and she knows it must be custom made. There are too many telling details and Sokolova is mesmerized, silent while studying it with eyes shining brightly with fascination. 

Kaveh must see this by sitting next to her and then bringing her closer. Just when his hand is wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer and his kiss on her temple, she finally reads that phrase: love endures. Her mind connects the dots and it causes her internal, metaphorical cup filled with emotions of love for him to spill over. Zarina carefully closes the small box, not wishing to accidentally lose it or break it from what she feels at that moment. Not that she can break metal, but Sokolova feels like anything can happen with the overwhelming sensation of feelings making her feel far more energized and yearning for him. It feels like she wants to cry, but no tears spill. Her heart beats so fast in her chest and it becomes hard to breathe, the physical responses of her body to the emotional and mental stimulation make her act on instinct. 

It must be strange how she puts away the box without putting the bracelet on, but it doesn’t take even a second for her to climb on his lap and hug him tightly, face buried in the crook of his neck. She is overwhelmed with the wish to keep him for herself, to have him all to herself, to keep him so close to her. She wants him to be with ehr, to remain with her, and to stay with her. The animalistic and possessive desire to cage him, to have him only look at her like this, but she pushes it away. It’s not the right response, she wants to love him, not own him. 

“I love you, Archons know it, I love you,” she whispers, emotion thick in her voice and there is a tingle of desperation. The hushed tones are rare for her, but it's obvious there is repression of something more. Solely because it’s always how she lived: to repress, to control, and to move forward. However, she feels that cracks when he’s giving her everything she ever dreamt of and wishes for. No sacrifice will be too big if it means to keep him safe. Love endures, it will. Love ensures, it is without question. “I love you, Kaveh, I love you so much. Thank you for this, for everything.”

She keeps repeating it, but with each word her voice becomes more of a whisper, a heartfelt confession one after another. This warmth, this scent, this presence, this voice, this life… Zarina wants to protect him. She wants him to be happy. She wants him to be happy with her. And the world is living in the constant battle between the strongest, so she must become even stronger to keep him safe and to ensure their peace won’t be disturbed. No matter how blood her hands will get, she’ll wash them away before embracing him like this. It doesn’t matter what she has to endure as long as their love endures. 

Finally, when Zarina loosens her grip around him and lets him see her face, her expression is one of love and adoration. The warmest she can only be around him. Their smiles reflect each other’s in that moment and the silence only lingers for a moment before Sokolova’s hands rest on his chest to push him back to lay on those pillows with her on top of him. Her smile doesn’t falter when she brings her face closer to his and kisses him. 

First, a chaste kiss.  

“Thank you for the gifts. I’ll wear that bracelet whenever I go out now.”

Second, a kiss on the corner of his lips. 

“You’re driving me insane, Kaveh. Take responsibility.”

Third, a kiss on his lips. A deeper, more intimate and she finds his hand, letting their fingers intertwine and be locked together in this moment of pure bliss. They can enjoy fruits and those delicacies he brought just a bit later when she gets her full of kisses and make out sessions. Not crossing the line, not yet. Just enough to have the need to catch breathe and chuckle before distancing to actually enjoy more of today’s evening. There is still an oasis waiting for them, to bathe under the moonlight and have the most joyous night. 

[visionkept]

"Do ya really mean I'd get more gf is I moved ta Inazuma or do ya mean I'd face even more prejudice?" She's asking for science-

         ❝ CURIOUS, aren’t we ? ❞ An eyebrow raises and the grin painted in their features widens. ❝ Well, let’s see. ❞ Momentary pause ( added for the pure dramatic tension ), let the examination begin ! 

Taking their critical ( and very serious ) JUDGMENT, they have gathered some conclusions that though, they do not guarantee her anything, it’s still very important to have in CONSIDERATION. But first and most importantly: ❝ You certainly are BEAUTIFUL ❞ Nods, their are agreeing with themselves on this. ❝ And girls out there are very shy, someone as OUTGOING as you could lift them up. ❞ Knows out of experience.❝ Aaand a lil bit of rock didn’t hurt anyone ! ❞

YES. GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL INDEED !  ❝ But well, Inazuma can be a bit rude to foreigns. .  ❞.You know what they say: IGNORANCE is a double-edged weapon. ❝ It doesn’t matter, though. If you get mistreated, know you can always count on me, Xin-chan. ❞