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Four and Seven Makes Eleven (And Terrify Sour Old Men)

They're ten years old when Viktor peeks into Klaus's room after he'd been brought back from the mausoleum. They're ten years old when Viktor says he can help.

"What?" Klaus wipes his eyes as his brother (neither of them knew that yet, but as Viktor would later say, it's who he's always been) sits on his bed.

"I help dad train you all," Viktor whispers. "He keeps getting mad at your for your powers, but... I think he's just doing it wrong."

"Really?" Klaus sits up. "... You... do you know about the graveyard?"

Viktor shakes his head. "But I know he takes you somewhere bad. I know he did today."

"... It's this creepy place in the graveyard. Mau... mauso... something. He locks me in."

Viktor's breath catches. "I don't like that either."

Klaus nods. "And the ghosts just scream, and try to grab me."

"... I'm scared of silence," Viktor says quietly. "... But yours sounds bad too."

"Yeah."

"So I'll try to help you." Viktor holds Klaus's hand. "I don't have my own powers, but... maybe this is how I can help everyone. By helping you."

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Klaus watches Viktor takes his meds before they start. "Are you nervous?"

Viktor shakes his head. "But I don't wanna get nervous during this." He looks at his notebook, a cheap one from a dollar store full of notes either copies from their father on the occasions Viktor could see the pages, or simply made from Viktor's own observations. Now, it also includes things Klaus has told him. "So, when you're on painkillers, it makes the ghosts less here?"

Klaus nods, making his bed shake a bit. Luther and Allison and Ben got the good beds. Klaus, Diego, Five, and Viktor got the shaky ones. Viktor says their ad says it has something to do with power honing. Klaus thinks he just doesn't like them as much.

"Well, we can't do that," Viktor says firmly. "Because on Saturday I got to go to the real library with Mom and I found a newspaper talking about how they can be addictive."

"And?"

"And that can make you sick. It can make you stop eating and stop thinking and stop feeling and it can make you die if you take too much, and they make you want to take too much."

Klaus goes pale. "No painkillers," he agrees with a nod.

"And you said they get worse when you're upset." He taps his notebook with his pencil. "So we need to show them they can't upset you."

"But they're so scary." Klaus pulls his knees to his chest, voice wavering. "They're... hurt. They have guts hanging out, or blood pouring... no-one who dies happy sticks around. Only the sad and angry ones."

"... Can we make them happy?"

"They want me to avenge them. But they want me to kill people for it." Klaus claps his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hurt anyone!"

Viktor hugs Klaus tight. "You won't! We'll find another way to make them wanna leave. I promise."

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"Are you sure this'll work?" Klaus whispers to his brother as they make their way to the police station in the dead of night.

"Police are supposed to catch bad guys, just like you," Viktor whispers back. He holds up the envelope. "And that ghost gave us a lot of tips and things no-one else would know. They'll have to investigate it."

"Okay."

They slip the envelope under the door to the station and sprint back home.

The next morning the radio speaks about a six-year-old cold case finally solved, and one ghost disappears.

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They're eleven when they realize that doesn't fix everything, because some of these ghosts were killed by police and the police aren't even sorry. They're in it for attention and praise, not for actually protecting or bringing justice.

"Luther would be a good cop," Klaus says bitterly, drawing on his wall.

"We'll find something else," Viktor says pouring over his notebooks. They filled up the first one fast. No-one knows, still, about them working together. No-one pays enough attention to them to notice other than their dad, but he has to sleep eventually too, and Viktor figured out when he sleeps before he'd ever approached Klaus about helping.

"How?"

"Maybe you don't always need to help them move on." Viktor taps his pencil against his chin, the steady rhythm a soothing, almost entrancing little sound. "Maybe you could make them go away."

"I've tried," Klaus moans. "Dad always tells me to, but I can't."

"But Dad makes you scared first, or yells at you. And then things gets worse. ... Maybe you need to be calm for it."

"How do I do that?"

"We could give you one of my meds."

Klaus thinks, and then shakes his head. "What if it just does what the painkillers do?"

"I'm not addicted to them."

"No, but they don't help my powers. They just sort of..." He makes a face. "... Shut them off. Or, um, make them... fuzzy. And it's better, but it doesn't make them go away forever. I'd need to take them all the time."

"Which isn't helpful," Viktor agrees. "Dad would notice, too. So no meds." He scratches that out of his notebook. "Then, we can try this." He shows Klaus the page. "Meditation."

"... I don't know." Klaus bites his nails. "They get mad when I ignore them."

"I'll be here with you." Viktor holds his hand. "If they start yelling too much, tell me, and I'll... I'll get you something to help. Not painkillers. Hot coco, maybe."

"... I... guess it's worth a shot."

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Viktor gets a meditation tape when he goes to the library that Saturday, and they sneak into one of the farthest bedrooms to make sure no-one is able to hear it.

Klaus follows the instructions on the tape, taking deep breaths and trying to clear his head. The ghosts scream, and beg, and they're just like usual, and he whimpers and covers his ears.

"I'm here," Viktor says softly. "It's okay. You're not alone."

We're not alone.

They have each other, now.

Klaus holds Viktor's hand tightly. He breathes, and focuses on Viktor humming quietly. He focuses on the sound of the living, breathing human next to him, and lets that make everything else fade away.

When he opens his eyes, the ghosts are fainter. Not gone, but not so overwhelming. He brightens up, and grins at Viktor. "It helped!"

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They figure out that a tether helps. Something to keep Klaus aware of the land of the living, even as the dead try to block it all out.

They're twelve when Klaus suggests stealing their dad's notebook.

"We can't," Viktor insists with wide and fearful eyes. "He'll kill us!"

"But he still says I'm wasting my potential," Klaus whisper-argues. "I think he knows how I can make them go away completely won't tell me!"

"Why wouldn't he tell you?"

"You know how he is. He wants us to figure everything out without help, real help. He thinks help and hurt are the same things."

"... But he'll get so mad."

"But I know nice ghosts now," Klaus pleads. "They agreed to watch and see if Dad or Pogo or Mom get too close. We just need to sneak into his office. It won't be that hard. They said the lock is still broken from that fit Luther had and Dad hasn't gotten around to fixing it yet."

Viktor looks around the room. "... And the ghosts... you trust them?"

Klaus nods. "They hate Dad. He reminds them of their dads. They want to help us rebel."

Well, their father has always said that shared hate is just as strong a bond as shared trust. "... Okay."

And so they sneak through the hall, knowing well how to navigate the house silently after their two years of secret training together, and make it to his office. Klaus whispers at the ghosts to keep watch, and they push the door open just barely enough to slip in.

The office is silent. A portrait of Reginald stares down at them. They both shiver.

"We should go," Viktor whispers.

"Just one look," Klaus begs. "I need to know why he's so disappointed. I need to know what I'm doing wrong."

They find the notebook in a small ornate box with a few other items. They open it carefully, and bring it to the window to read in the moonlight.

"His notes aren't as organized as yours," Klaus whispers. "And his handwriting is worse."

"He's the only one who ever reads it," Viktor whispers back. "It must make sense to him and that's good enough."

Flip, flip, fli-

"Wait." Klaus puts his finger on the page. "Go back."

They flip back.

Number Seven

"He has notes about me?"

"What do they say?"

Viktor reads, and the color drains from his face. Then, his face turns red. He shoves the notebook into Klaus's hands.

Klaus struggles to read it for a moment, but when it finally sinks in his eyes go wide. "You... you have powers?"

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"I'm going to smack Allison," Viktor says back in Klaus's room. The ghosts had said Pogo stirred, and the two children had hurried to put everything back and return to their safe haven. "I know we were four, but I'm going to smack her."

"Maybe she doesn't know why Dad had her do it." Klaus is sitting cross-legged on his bed, picking at a loose thread on his pajama leg. "I think I remember Dad telling us you were sick. That you weren't normal and couldn't be around us."

"Not normal..." Viktor sits on the bed. "That's why. He says I'm ordinary. Klaus, he must have asked her to make me think I'm ordinary, and she thought she was just making me not sick."

They both sit in silence.

"... I'm going to stop taking my meds." Viktor nods to himself. "I'll pretend to, but I won't actually do it. Maybe I can throw them up later."

Klaus looks horrified. "No! Just hide in your cheek, and spit it out after!"

"... How do you know how to do that?"

Klaus looks back down at the thread. "I um... I stopped taking painkiller. After we talked about addiction. It felt... it felt too good to have the ghosts go away, and I got scared. So I figured out how to pretend to take them."

"But... but in training-"

Klaus shrugs. "I'd rather have that than take so much I die. I don't wanna be a ghost."

Viktor stands up. "We're going to master both our powers," he says, "And then we're going to show dad and all our siblings how good at them we are, and then we're going to leave. And we can ask Five and Ben is they wanna come, and if Allison says sorry she can too, and if Luther realizes Dad is awful so can he, but no matter what we're leaving together."

Klaus looks Viktor in the eyes. He holds out his pinkie. "Promise?"

Viktor links his pinkie with Klaus's. "Promise."

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They get everything from their dad's notebook copied down into Viktor's before Viktor stops taking the meds.

"We need to do it slow," Viktor says, disappointment clear in his voice. "Otherwise it'll probably be too much. This says they're tied to my emotions, and that's why the pills dull them."

"So... let's see." Klaus checks the calendar. "Do you think you could be entirely off of them by the end of the year?"

Viktor looks at the calendar too and thinks for a minute. "... Yeah. I think that'll work. We'll go really slow, so I can train slow."

"That'll be better. It's harder when you start out really, really powerful. I bet that's what happened to you. I bet you just wanted to push the nannies away and just couldn't control the force."

"I hope so. Or maybe I was just a really, really awful toddler."

"We were all awful toddlers. Luther once broke his nannie's wrist. Dad didn't put him on drugs. And Allison rumored hers to let her eat sweets until she was sick all the time. Didn't do anything to her, either." Klaus takes Viktor's hand. "We'll make sure you don't hurt anyone again. Together."

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They're thirteen years old when Viktor finally fully weans off his meds. They're been practicing his powers little by little, and the slow build proved the right choice. Viktor's powers started small, and it was easier to control them when it was so gradual.

"I don't think Dad knows yet," Viktor whispers one night while using the sound of Klaus tapping his leg against the bed to make their hair float. "The meditation helps a lot. I checked his notebook again and my readings when he monitors our sleep hasn't changed."

"Phew." Klaus opens and closes his palms, where the words Hello and Goodbye are written in sharpie. "We were right about this too, by the way. It helps. It's easier to pull ones to me and push other ones away."

"I knew the Oujia thing wasn't a coincidence." Viktor grins, making the lights in the room flicker a little and the wind pick up outside, but Klaus just grins right back. "Does that mean you can stop using the actual board when we practice?"

"I think so. I should get them tattooed in later, I think. Dad plans to make us get tattoos, right? I'll decide if it's worth it after that."

"... He won't let me get one."

"So we'll get you one later. Or, we'll get you something better. I'm going to have a stupid umbrella on my wrist, that sucks."

Viktor huffs a laugh. "It is pretty lame. Why Umbrellas?"

"Because Dad loves raining on parades."

Viktor covers his mouth so he doesn't laugh aloud. The shitty bed shakes a little. Viktor takes a deep breath, and his powers calm again to be only floating hair. "So... about your powers." He opens his notebook. "You said the other day, you were wishing a ghost would make Luther shut up, right? And then Luther said it felt like someone flicked him between the eyes?"

"Yeah. I didn't want the ghost to do that, but they only half-listen. I felt bad about it."

"But, it means you can make ghosts touch people, probably. Which means, we could go back to helping ghosts move on, not just pushing them away. Unless them killing their killers makes more..."

"Yeah... I don't want to take that risk." Klaus looks a little sick at the idea. "But if I can figure out how to get them to listen better, I bet they'd be really useful on a mission."

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When Five runs out after fighting with their dad, Klaus and Viktor chase after him. They stop him just before he jumps.

"What?" he snaps, his power fizzling around his fist.

"We can help you figure it out," Viktor says seriously. "Klaus and I have seen Dad's notebook."

"... What?"

"The old bastard keeps a lot of secrets," Klaus says with a humorless laugh. "We can show it to you. But you have to keep quiet about it. Okay?"

"How do I know this is true?" Five looks at Viktor. "No offense, but you're basically his lapdog."

"Not anymore. Klaus and I have been training together for years. I even..." Viktor drops his voice to a whisper. "I even found out I do have powers. Dad was just scared of how strong I was and convinced me I don't."

"He what?!"

"We'll explain it all tonight," Klaus promises. "But you have to come back with us. Please."

"... Fine."

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"This is absurd," Five whispers as Viktor shows him the notebooks. "You two have been doing this since we were ten? How haven't you been caught?"

"The ghosts keep lookout," Klaus says, waving his hand at them. He closes his eyes and focuses, and a couple of the ghosts flicker into visibility. He holds it for a few seconds, and then lets go and opens his eyes. "We wouldn't have figured out I could do that if we didn't work together."

"Dad tries to keep a wedge between us," Viktor says quietly. "He wants us to be a fighting team, but he doesn't want us to be a real team. He's scared of what we might do, if we actually help each other. That's why he drugged me. He was scared of my powers and that I'd use them against him."

"This is..." Five shakes his head. "No, no. Why would he complain about our potential if he didn't want us reaching it?"

"He wants us to reach it on his terms." Klaus rolls his eyes. "So we can be as strong as possible but still his little child soldiers. He wants to have his cake and eat it, too. Dickhead."

"But we're not letting him." Viktor flips to a new blank page, with two word at the top. Five's Powers. "If you want, we'll help you with yours too. We'll go to his notebook and copy everything he has. It might take a while, but we can go over what you know about your powers too in that time. Get the full picture."

"You two have been your own little side-team this whole time." Five looks up and nods. "I'm in."

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They're fourteen when Ben makes a quiet admission to Klaus after a mission. "I can't control it. I think it's going to kill me."

Klaus hugs Ben. "We can help," he whispers. "Okay? Viktor will-"

"Viktor?"

"He didn't like being a girl. I get to have his skirts now, it's pretty cool."

"Oh."

"Viktor will come get you tonight, and we'll help you. I promise."

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They're fifteen when Ben first actually speaks to the being resting behind the portal within him, and when Five travels an hour into the past and comes back without issue. They're fifteen when Klaus makes a ghost solid and gets it to do as he says for long enough to drive them to Griddy's and celebrate Ben and Five's successes. They're fifteen when Viktor realizes he's truly apart of the family.

They're fifteen when Reginald notices his ornate box is slightly off from where he last put it.

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"Children," their dad says harshly as they all stand lined up before him. "One of you has done something beyond unacceptable. One of you has broken into my office."

Luther, Diego, and Allison go deathly still. Klaus and Viktor's eyes meet past the defiant Five and nervous Ben.

"I'd never disobey your direct orders, Dad," Luther says. "Neither would Allison."

"Hey, I wouldn't either," Diego snaps.

"You did on our last mission."

"That's not the same thing as-"

"No petty squabbling!" Reginald barks, and the first three in line stiffen up again. Reginald's eyes move to Five. "You, are the only of your siblings who could get in and out with complete assurance of stealth."

"Finally acknowledging how impressive I am? I'm flattered," Five says with a tight smirk, "But I have no reason to go through your boring bills and whatever else you keep in there."

Reginald huffs. "An accomplice, then. You've bent to the will of one of your weaker siblings." His eyes travel over to Viktor. "Number Seven, you've been shirking your uniform, I've noticed."

"Mom said I can wear shorts."

"Noted. She'll be reprogrammed accordingly. As for your disobedience, I wouldn't doubt it extends to rifling through my private files."

Viktor takes a deep breath, feeling his power swell. He lets it deflate before speaking. "I haven't gone through stealth training. I don't know how to go undetected."

"True. Your unwavering lack of special nature extends to even the skills one must learn instead of have at birth."

Viktor grits his teeth. The lights flicker a bit.

"It was me," Klaus jumps in, stepping forward. "I was- looking for your monocle. For a prank."

"A prank? You thought to engage in such a childish activity?"

"I was going to paint it red," Klaus lies. "Like a robot."

Diego shoot him a dirty glare for even accidentally comparing their Mom to Reginald.

"Unacceptable behavior, Number Four. You're going to be in private training for the rest of the week, and your Saturday fun and games allotment is repealed for the foreseeable future."

Klaus nods, paled at the thought of the mausoleum. It's not as bad now, not nearly, but he can't help the panic of claustrophobia, and that panic feeds into his powers, and his powers feed the ghosts, and it gets harder and harder to keep them away-

"No."

Viktor steps forward, and Klaus shoots him a look of wide-eyed fear. He shakes his head, trying to warn his brother not to do this, not yet. But Viktor stands tall (metaphorically) against their father.

"Step. Back. In. Line." Reginald points with his cane. "Know your place, Number Seven!"

"I do know my place." He moves and links arms with Klaus. "It's with my brother. You won't send him back to that mausoleum."

"You spoke to your most useless sibling about your training?" Reginald scoffs. "This is useless, Number Four. Number Seven can do nothing to help you, and is in fact extending your punishment, as well as adding to her-"

"His." Five steps forward now. "Viktor is a he. And I'm tired of letting you address him as otherwise."

"Now you're speaking nonsense, Number Five. All of you get back in line."

"Stop making a scene," Luther hisses at them. "Just do as he says."

"No." Viktor looks Reginald in the eyes. "We're done listening to you. You're a liar, an abuser, and a monster."

"Liar?" Luther echoes.

"A liar." Viktor focuses on his heartbeat, and the chandelier begins to sway as wind begins to howl outside. Reginald's eyes go wide in fear and rage.

"What's happening?" Diego looks at Viktor and steps back. "Are you-"

"I have powers," Viktor says. "And Dad hid them from me. He made Allison make me forget. And he tried to keep me away from all of you to make me feel worthless."

He holds Klaus's hand, and Klaus squeezes it back. "But we found out together," Klaus speaks up. "And guess what, Reggie? We worked on our powers together, and we got better than you could ever have hoped to make us."

"Stop this at once. Number One, restrain your si-"

"Brother!" Ben says, finally stepping forward as well. "Five told you, he's our brother! And-and they helped me stop fearing my powers. Helped me learn to work with them. I don't need to control it, just- have an understanding." He hugs his midsection, but no longer does the movement signal an attempt to keep the portal closed, but a show of trust and even affection to the creature behind it. "You wanted me to tell it what to do, and it just made it angry. They helped figure out how to get it to work with me without forcing it to."

"You've all formed this treachery together?" Reginald steps further back. "Number Three, make them cease this!"

Allison stares at Viktor with tears in her eyes. "I-I didn't know- I didn't realize-"

"Number Three!"

"I've got it, Dad." Luther walks over and tries to pry Klaus and Viktor apart-

And a ghost picks him up and drags him away. Luther screams at the sudden contact, the biting cold of the spirit and the way his kicking and punching means nothing to the apparition. Klaus stands tall, his hands glowing as much as Viktor's whole body is.

"We're leaving," Klaus says firmly. "All four of us. Right?"

"Without question," Five seethes.

"I don't know why we would stay." Ben steps closer to Five, still struggling with standing up to their father but knowing there's no other choice now. Not if they want to stay together.

"You'll never survive without me!" Reginald shouts above the howling winds and Luther's sounds of struggle. "You're children! Naive, useless children!"

"We'll figure it out," Viktor snaps, and the windows shatter. "Together, without you, just like we did everything else in our lives!"

"You'll come crawling back to me before the week is up!"

"We'll never speak to you again!"

Klaus raises his hand as soon as the words leave Viktor's mouth, and ghosts swarm. They hold Reginald back and block Pogo and Grace from interfering as Klaus, Five, Ben, and Viktor run out of the front door.

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As it turns out, it's not that difficult for superpowered teenagers to make their own money. Not when the world is desperate for interviews and tricks to be done for audiences and the juicy, twisted gossip of the real behind the scenes.

They don't tell about everything all at once. Not yet. There's still three siblings who need to consent to having the full story told.

It's a little harder to find a place to live, until Agnes from Griddy's Doughnuts offers to let them stay until they're all eighteen. It's the first time they have a guardian-like figure in their lives who actually cares, besides what they had in each other.

Five blinks back into the mansion to gather all of their stuff, going back in time to do it while Reginald has only just begin the interrogation about the office. By the time he's done, all of the belongs they love most are safe from Reginald's wrath.

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They're seventeen when Viktor joins the orchestra of their (unfortunately mandated) public school, and still seventeen when he's offered a place with a real paying position in a real, proper orchestra for when he's out of school.

They're seventeen when Klaus and Ben decide to try and make clothes together, with Ben knowing how to sew from all the ripped clothes his powers used to result in and Klaus having ideas for all kinds of styles.

They're seventeen when Five gets offers from every Ivy League college there is and he denies them all to continue independent research into the phenomena of his own powers while staying close to his siblings.

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They're eighteen when they get an apartment together, saying goodbye to Agnes and promising to come to the shop every weekend.

They're eighteen when they hear that Reginald Hargreeves has fallen out of public favor.

They're eighteen when they hear he had a public fight with the remaining Umbrella Academy.

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They're nineteen when their brothers and sister show up at their apartment, wet from the rainstorm outside and eyes puffy from crying.

They let them inside without a word.

"He hasn't changed," Luther says. "And... and Allison got hurt. And he didn't care. He blamed her."

"That was last year," Diego seethes.

"And when he said we weren't allowed to ask you for help next time-" Allison looks at them. "We spent a year trying to figure out how to apologize to you all for not walking out with you."

"You weren't ready," Ben says with a shrug. "You don't have to apologize."

"We can't go back." Luther is shaking. "We- we cut ties. Like you guys did. We told him to never contact us again."

"Luckily for you," Klaus says with a smile, "We have two couches with fold-out beds."

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They're twenty-nine on April 1st, 2019, when Klaus peeks into Viktor's bedroom. "Hey."

Viktor looks up from their new sheet music. "Hey."

Klaus sits on the end of their bed. It's a little shitty, a little creaky, but so much easier to sleep in than any other bed either had ever known. "You know what I realized?"

"What?"

"It's been two full decades since you saved me."

Viktor laughs a little. "I saved you?"

"You really did."

"You saved me, Klaus. Can you imagine if we'd gone on like that? I'd have exploded someday, and I think... I really think I would have taken everything else with me."

"And you probably prevented me from getting addicted to painkillers and other shit my whole life."

Viktor rolls his eyes and sits up. "So we saved each other, how about that?"

Klaus grins. "That, I can agree on. The ultimate team, single-handedly organizing a total rebellion against the biggest villain we'd ever faced."

Viktor reaches out and hold's Klaus's hand, just as they did all those years ago. "Helping you really did help everyone, huh?"

Klaus looks out Viktor's doorway where he can just barely see into their kitchen, dozens family photos stuck to their fridge. Not harsh, flat-faced portrait paintings. Smiling photos, and years of good memories.

"Yeah." He looks back at Viktor with a misty-eyed smile. "We figured it all out. Together."

"Together."

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I thought he was joking Rio: 'Course Rio: the silent protest we all needed Buster: I could've sorted her out as well Buster: But you know it could be worse Buster: If the booze was flowing there like it is here, especially Rio: I'd love to see you offer 😂 Rio: Yeah, apart from Indie we all being very reserved for that reason Rio: can't live the cliche of this ending in a brawl Buster: I'll drop her a text right now Buster: It ain't too late, yeah? Rio: She gonna fight you and Grandad when she get there Rio: You're funny Buster: I need the practice Buster: I haven't been to the gym enough this hol Rio: Could've fooled me Rio: 😍 Buster: You're cute Buster: I miss you Rio: I miss you more Rio: I might go get a drink Buster: A drink or a drink? Rio: Oh don't, we've played enough cringey games today Rio: a drink drink Buster: Cheers then Buster: I can't tell you not to, 'cause I'm well on it Rio: 🥂 Buster: I reckon you've got competition for the shirt off my back by the way Buster: Pablo is eyeing every label Rio: Yeah watch him fr Rio: also glad that's what you meant 'bout to go 👀 on you 0-100 like Buster: What can I say? I may have deliberately phrased it how I did Rio: 😒 Buster: Don't be mad, you know I like it when you get like that about me Rio: If you like it then lemme be mad 😜 Rio: can't have it both ways baby Buster: As long as you're not properly mad Buster: You're having a shit enough day, like Rio: Nah, I'm good Rio: though I can't convince your Sister to drink with me Rio: in bad company, like, Drew is gone Buster: It's probably for the best that she won't, fun as a drunk Nance sounds, she might go harder than Nan in changing the mood Buster: I'm sure Indie would though, nobody wants to be at that thing less than she does, right? Buster: Except Drew maybe Rio: My dastardly plan, obvs Rio: draws the line at calling you out, clearly 🙄 Rio: Guess so but not really tryna get her crossfaded like I'm him Buster: Standard Buster: The 🚬 will wear off well fast though, especially if she got it from Drew, like Rio: [Sends Indie's snap] Rio: She ain't playing Rio: had to hide 'em in my bag like the meanest bitch ever 'cos the kids nearly got hold Buster: She ain't thought that through Buster: Clearly not thinking though so Buster: Did she hear from that lad yet? Rio: Yeah, other day, like Rio: He's a twat but she was pretty buzzin' Rio: what can you do Buster: 🥊 him Rio: It ain't him I need to keep away Rio: she's gotta get over it herself, like Buster: Don't act like it wouldn't feel good still Rio: Obviously Rio: I gotta be the good guy tho 😇 so when it goes tits, she's not gotta hate on me instead, like Buster: Yeah Buster: But I won't tell, babe Buster: You can be as bad as you want with me Rio: Yeah? Rio: That's good 'cos I've already got a surprise for you later Buster: Yeah? Buster: Do I get any spoilers? Rio: It's pink Buster: In theme Buster: Nicely done Rio: Knew you'd like it Buster: I'm trying to think what you're planning Buster: Excuse me lads Rio: Yeah, don't make it a pub quiz tah 😏 Buster: 😂 Rio: I told you I had too many outfit options Buster: Behave Buster: You're gonna make me blush Buster: Keeping it pink, like but Rio: You're so fucking cute Rio: but okay, save your blushes babe Buster: How long for? When can we leave Buster: I want to be with you now Rio: Patience Rio: You said you'd take me out first Buster: I will Buster: But I can still take you up against a wall when we are, can't I Rio: Who are you if you don't, like Rio: gotta make my day somehow Buster: Think about how I'm gonna make you feel, that'll be a start Rio: It's helping Rio: can't get too happy like, start looking outta place Buster: I'm sure you can find some privacy somewhere Buster: You're a smart girl Rio: Yeah but can you? Or are you gonna sit there and have me like it ain't no thing Buster: How do you really want me, baby? Rio: Boy 😩 Buster: Tell me Buster: I'll stay or go, whatever you say Rio: Stay there Rio: I like the idea of it Buster: Then I won't move Rio: I'm gonna go to my room, no particular reason, like Buster: Yeah you are Rio: Okay, now what am I gonna do? Buster: Make me regret saying I won't move Rio: Easy Buster: We'll see won't we Rio: You will Rio: I already got a pretty good view Buster: I bet you do Buster: Show me something Rio: Not to be that bitch but I think someone else is coming up 😑 Rio: Hold on babe Buster: 😒 Buster: I'll be here Rio: Oh, okay, it was just Diego getting some shit from his room Buster: Good Rio: How I ever got any fucking done in this house was a miracle Buster: It's inspiring Rio: You know the hero you deserve and need Buster: Coming for my 👑 but yeah Rio: There's room for 2 rulers, babe Buster: I know babe Buster: We're living it Rio: 😊 Rio: I love you Buster: I love you too Rio: Can I pretend that I can't hear my name being called? Buster: You have to 'cause I'm not the one saying it Rio: I like that rule Buster: It's just me and you Buster: Pretend that for me Rio: Yes Rio: I want that so bad Buster: You need it Buster: Tell me how badly Rio: Bad Rio: as bad as I wanna be for you baby Buster: What are you gonna do for me? Rio: Whatever you want me to do Rio: Anything and everything Rio: Start slow though Rio: [Pics] Buster: [messes around with the app while he pretends like he's thinking] Rio: Buster Buster: Yeah, babe? Buster: Just thinking here, like Rio: Take your time Rio: Seriously, give it a good ponder Buster: How hard do you want me to think about it? Rio: Really long and hard Rio: it's important Rio: wanna get this right for you, like Buster: Okay, good Buster: What other toys do you have there still? I wanna make the best choice possible, you know Rio: You know me so well Rio: [Selection] Buster: [Still on this goddamn app while he pretends to ponder] Rio: You're taking this very seriously aren't you Buster: 'Course Buster: Not moving either as promised Rio: Can't say they same Rio: also can't type, already Buster: 😏 Buster: We have to stay in theme so you gotta use the pink one, obviously Buster: Why didn't I immediately think of that? Rio: It's almost like this shitshow is the last thing on either of our minds 😜 Buster: Nah, I'm so unaffected, still the life and soul here Rio: 😔 Rio: oh Buster: If anyone can change that, baby, I know it's you Buster: You're so bad, yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: You just need reminding Buster: Make me wanna leave this pub for you never mind this chair Rio: Fine Rio: you can see the outfit Rio: just not on, not yet Rio: [Snap] Buster: Now who's taking things seriously? Rio: Now I know you're playing hard, gotta up my game too Buster: I can go harder Buster: Barely touched this app yet Rio: Please Rio: You're driving me crazy with all this teasing Buster: Is that better, babe? Rio: No, I want you Rio: You could come here and fuck me and be back before anyone even noticed Buster: Can you be quiet? Buster: They'll notice if not Rio: No, but you can put your hand over my mouth Buster: That never works you just end up putting my fingers in your mouth 😈 Rio: You have to give me something to keep my mouth busy Rio: maybe you can take this vibrator out of my pussy replace it with your dick Rio: I wanna taste me Buster: Okay now you're having good ideas Rio: Yeah? Rio: It's 'cos I'm thinking of you Buster: Now I wish I could move Rio: I wish you were behind me Buster: I wish you were on top of me Rio: That's how you want me, daddy? Buster: I wanna see your face when you're about to cum Rio: You can see how every single thrust makes me feel Rio: if you can focus on anything but how good my tits look Buster: Jesus Buster: I need you so much Rio: I need to say your name Rio: I miss the feel of it in my mouth Buster: Say it for me now Rio: I am Rio: and I push it deeper every time Buster: Let me see you Rio: Make sure your audio is off Rio: [Video Buster: I nearly made my own sounds then Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: I love turning you on when you're in public and with other people Buster: I know you do Buster: It's making you so wet Rio: If you could listen to my video Rio: You would know Buster: Am I allowed to move to get my earphones out of my bag or not? Rio: Anti-social baby Rio: but yes, because every sound I'm making is for you Buster: Fuck Buster: Rio Rio: Come moan that into my mouth as you cum deep inside me Buster: I want to so bad Rio: I'm gonna have to go soon Buster: Don't Buster: Stay for me Rio: I really fucking want to Buster: I need you Rio: Are you gonna come see me? Buster: Tell me I can Rio: You can, but you might have to make polite small talk first if you get seen Buster: What am I gonna say? Buster: I can't act like I just really wanted some tea and cake Rio: Sure you can Rio: she's your auntie too, get so many good boy points 'fore you come up here and lose 'em all Buster: Is it not no lads allowed? Rio: Yeah but Rio: ugh Rio: you probably shouldn't, I'm just being a brat Buster: Can you meet me outside so I don't need to officially come in? Rio: This is why I let you tell me what to do Rio: you have the best ideas Buster: Find us somewhere we can be alone and I'll get there as fast as I can Rio: I'll come get in your car Buster: I don't have it Rio: Oh damn Rio: 'course you don't Buster: This isn't gonna happen, is it? Rio: Fuck sake Buster: You should just go back Buster: I'll make it up to you later Rio: Yeah Rio: I'm just gonna mope Buster: I'm sorry, baby Rio: It isn't your fault Rio: I just wanted to escape Rio: the vibe is so weird here Buster: I don't blame you Buster: I can only imagine Rio: He shouldn't be here, he should be with you lot Rio: of course he ain't but Buster: I can't believe he's lasted that long there Buster: Not that I want him here but Rio: Aside from being a little drunk Rio: he's being pretty engaged and friendly Rio: guess he's doing his family guy act again but no one is really biting, he's getting frustrated Buster: 'Course he is Buster: Any way that shit is gonna wrap up soon? Rio: Well, if everyone just heard me fucking myself to the thought of you it might be time to give out the party favours, yeah Rio: the kids were keeping it from getting that tumbleweed moment but who knows Buster: Don't Buster: I mean, our ma's gotta know that he's a bad idea and bad news, yeah? It can't just be you seeing it, like Rio: It's no secret how much your Ma actively hates him, I'm surprised she's even here Rio: Mine tries to not badmouth him but you know Rio: It's kind of sad, even Meena isn't feeling it and she's invested on both sides Rio: this is fucked Buster: Yeah Buster: If you wanna leave I'll come and get you, seriously Rio: I'm going to Rio: I'll tell you when I'm ready Buster: I'll be when you are Buster: It's gonna be alright Rio: I hate how he looks at me Buster: I know Rio: See if I left a turtleneck around here Buster: You can have my jacket Rio: I can't before I say my goodbyes Buster: Fuck saying 'em Buster: Just go Rio: I guess Rio: I'm being mean Rio: I should try some more Buster: You've tried enough Buster: If you won't leave for yourself do it 'cause I want you to Rio: You should go back to having a good time babe Rio: I'll be fine Buster: Baby, please Rio: Okay, okay Rio: but I feel bad about it and I'm gonna be 😒 about it Buster: I don't care Rio: Hmpf Buster: I love you Buster: And I hate him Rio: He's not being so bad Rio: I promise Buster: I don't give a shit about Drew Buster: Only you doing what you want Rio: I know Rio: I will, I'll go down and see how it is now Buster: Make sure Indie ain't fucked up my shirt, like Rio: On it Rio: though adding a new one to my shopping list already 'cos I know her Buster: 😒 Rio: Don't be grumpy baby Buster: It's just Indie Rio: What you mean? Buster: Neither of you should have to be there Buster: I'm mad about it Rio: It isn't Ro's fault Rio: I mean, I don't know why she's done this but Buster: Nobody made her fuck him again so yeah it is Rio: It ain't just fucking for her is it Rio: I assume he weren't that hard up either but Rio: whatever it is, ain't love Buster: Don't Buster: It's worse Buster: I don't reckon either of them know what love is Buster: It's fucked Rio: It's horrible Buster: I haven't seen my mum in a mood this bad in such a long time Rio: He will fuck it up Rio: before they get down the aisle Rio: congrats on bringing another kid and woman into it though, Drew Buster: Yeah Buster: I'm scared for her, how she'll be when he fucks up and fucks off Buster: He knows how to pick them, no offense to your ma, like Rio: I doubt she can get much worse Rio: She's never not been a mess, sorry but it's true Buster: You really reckon this is rock bottom though? 'Cause that's where she's gonna hit Buster: I dread to think how she's been today Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: She'll just stop eating again, no doubt Rio: Her response to everything Buster: Don't say it like that Rio: I know she's your Auntie Rio: but that's how it is Buster: The whole point of him being at this fucking fam function is to look after her Rio: He can't force feed her Buster: He could do something Buster: More than he ever does Rio: Whatever Buster: Are you actually gonna defend him now? What the fuck Rio: You can't blame him for not 'fixing' her eating disorder Rio: and she shouldn't even be having this baby if she's not willing to get help for her mental health bullshit Buster: I'm not asking him to fix anything, I'd just take the cunt not making everything worse for a change Rio: Why would you expect that of him Rio: as bad as her Rio: she should know better Buster: I know Buster: I'm just Buster: over it Rio: Aren't we all Rio: I'm sick of this family using him as an excuse to be fucked Buster: You can't blame them 'cause he ain't exactly blameless Rio: Focus on getting better Rio: like, why is he still here if he's so bad Rio: Just, whatever Buster: He ain't got anywhere else to go Buster: There's nothing heroic in it Rio: No, I mean Rio: why do we all put up with him Rio: and then hate him Rio: it's pathetic Buster: I don't Buster: Take it up with everyone else Rio: Good for you Buster: Don't get an attitude with me Rio: I'm going Buster: Good Rio: Prick Buster: What the fuck, Rio Rio: What? Buster: Why are you acting like this? Rio: Because it's all bullshit Buster: It's not my bullshit Rio: I know Rio: but you didn't have to say it was good I was going Buster: I thought you meant you were leaving Rio: Oh Rio: Sorry Rio: I'm just stressed Buster: I know, babe Buster: I'll come get you Rio: Indie ain't even here Buster: Where is she? Rio: Don't know Rio: she did a bunk about 15 minutes ago, apparently Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Did she take her phone back from you? Rio: Nope Buster: Talk to Drew, he's got everyone's number like Buster: Bound to have her mates or her lad Rio: Yeah Rio: Can't blame her frankly Buster: Me either but it'd be better if she'd got her phone off you first Buster: Then you could just drop her a text Rio: Fuck this Rio: Oh well Rio: Talk to you after Buster: Alright Buster: Rio? Buster: Talk to me Buster: It's been ages Buster: Are you okay? Buster: What the fuck? Buster: Everyone's going home so I guess will Buster: Babe Buster: You're scaring me now Buster: Seriously Buster: Come on Rio: I don't know what to say Buster: Tell me you're okay Rio: I'm not though Rio: Sorry Buster: What happened? Rio: Didn't your Mum say Buster: No Rio: Oh God Buster: I haven't seen her Buster: But now I'm losing my shit Rio: She might still be with Ro, actually Rio: someone was going to the house to clear out his things, maybe that was her Rio: I can't remember Buster: Did they have a domestic? Rio: Ha Rio: no, not quite Buster: What then? Rio: Depends who you ask Buster: I'm asking you Buster: What the fuck did he do? Rio: I went to talk to him like you said Rio: just about Indie Rio: but he was being funny and nice and then Rio: Idk, I can't even remember if it's how I'm saying or how they are now Buster: Rio, what did he do? Rio: We were kissing and his hands were everywhere and my Mum walked in and she just lost it Buster: He was kissing you, you mean Rio: That's what I'm saying, I can't remember Rio: but Ro said I must've started it because well Rio: I don't know why Buster: Bullshit Buster: You love me and you love Indie Buster: You wouldn't do that Rio: I didn't try to stop him Rio: he said if I had he would've stopped straight away so that means I was kissing him back at least doesn't it Buster: No Buster: I didn't stop Chlo but that doesn't mean I wanted to be with her, you know that Rio: I wasn't even tipsy though Rio: What the fuck is wrong with me Buster: It doesn't matter, babe Buster: He fucking cornered you in your own house Rio: He's going to tell everyone about us Rio: they didn't let him say much because Mum was going to kill him and Ro was hysterical but I know he will Buster: He won't 'cause I'm gonna kill him first Buster: Where is he, do you know? Rio: I don't know where anyone is Rio: all busy salvaging from my mess Buster: His Buster: Not yours Buster: Where are you? Rio: I'm such a baby person what if Ro's baby dies from the stress Rio: what if she gets so depressed she doesn't look after it Buster: Stop Buster: My mum is with her she's not gonna let anything else happen Rio: The worst already has Rio: I've ruined her life Buster: You haven't done anything wrong Rio: I have Rio: I tried to fuck Drew at her baby shower Buster: Don't Buster: He did that to you Buster: All you were trying to do was find Indie Rio: Indie Rio: What are they going to tell Indie Rio: what's he Rio: and I don't even know what to tell her to rebuff it so why wouldn't she believe him Buster: Baby, I need you to breathe right now, for me, yeah? Buster: Tell me who's with you Rio: I don't think anyone is Rio: I'm scared, Buster Buster: I'm coming over Buster: Keep talking to me until I can get there, okay Rio: I can't see you Rio: He's ruined it he's ruined everything Buster: I love you Buster: I need to see that you're okay Buster: I need to make sure you are Rio: I'm so far from fucking okay Rio: I'm a mess Buster: All the more reason for me to be there Rio: You don't get it Rio: I've always been a mess Buster: Everyone is Buster: I'm the biggest mess going Rio: You said it yourself Rio: he knows how to pick 'em Buster: Shut up Buster: He doesn't get to choose you Rio: He was saying so much stuff Rio: stuff he shouldn't know about me no one should Buster: Tell me Rio: I don't think I can Buster: You have to Buster: Who else is there? Rio: I think Lottie and Meena are here, with their kids, and keeping an eye on the rest Rio: Mum and Nan went to find my Dad and your Ma and Nance went with Ro Buster: That's not what I meant Buster: You're not gonna tell them Buster: So its me or nobody Buster: Don't keep his secrets for him Buster: He barely did Rio: I don't even want to think about it Rio: never mind say it Rio: I want to forget the whole thing Buster: I know you do Buster: But that's not gonna happen Buster: I'm sorry but it won't Rio: It's so Rio: embarrassing doesn't cover it but that's all I can say when all the stuff he knows, anyone could Rio: really Rio: it's not like he had to try hard to get the info Buster: He knows things about you, he doesn't know you Buster: If he did he'd know you don't want him to do that shit to you Rio: He said he reckoned I was ready for the real thing Buster: He's full of shit Buster: What the fuck is that even meant to mean? Rio: He heard what I call you Rio: 'cos I fucking let him Rio: you know Buster: He's such a sick fuck Rio: I am Rio: what doesn't turn me on Buster: He doesn't Buster: And he knows that Rio: Clearly not Buster: You've made it clear enough times Buster: He should only need to hear it once Rio: It's all part of the game isn't it Buster: It's not a game, babe Buster: None of this is Rio: It shouldn't be but Buster: It isn't Buster: Listen to me Rio: What Buster: Don't let him in your head like this Rio: How can I think of anything else Buster: That's why you need to talk about it Buster: If you can't now then later but Buster: It's not his fucking story to twist it happened to you Rio: It's better for everyone if it was me Rio: it's too much Buster: It's not better for you Buster: And you're the only one I care about Rio: Why Buster: Why what? Rio: Why do you care about me or like me Buster: I love you Buster: I know he can't make you forget that Rio: I know but I don't know why Buster: You're smart and funny and beautiful Buster: You care so much about everyone and everything and you make me feel not only like I'm not a piece of shit but that I'm actually good Buster: You're literally the most generous person I've ever met in my life Buster: With your time too, like Buster: You're always saving me when I should be saving you Rio: I'm glad I make you feel like that Rio: you are good Buster: So are you Buster: You're so good, Rio Rio: I really don't mean to do the wrong thing Buster: And you really haven't Buster: He fucked up, not you Rio: I wanna believe you Rio: but also everything is so bad now it doesn't even matter Rio: and it's only going to get worse Buster: Of course it matters Buster: You matter more than anything Rio: Everyone hates me now except you Buster: No they don't Buster: They love you Rio: Nah Buster: If they hated you it wouldn't be such a mess Buster: You'd just be gone Buster: Like he'll be Rio: I don't wanna deal with this Rio: can we go somewhere Buster: Yeah Buster: I'm stuck in traffic but its moving Rio: I mean forever Rio: or I'll just curl up into a ball and die Buster: You can come to London with me Buster: But that's as far as I can go right now Rio: I know that really Rio: I can't think straight or work out any actual plan right now Buster: You don't have to Buster: I can't think straight either and he didn't do it to me so Rio: I'm sorry Rio: I didn't want to tell you but I had to too Rio: can't expect my Ma to do that like she is my Da 'cos I can't fucking look at him Buster: Don't ever fucking say sorry Buster: Not for this Buster: I'm sorry that this happened to you Buster: I should've been there Rio: You can't always be there Buster: Well then, I should've stopped him before now Rio: You can't do that either Rio: it's not your fault Buster: I could've Buster: I could've broken both his arms and then he'd never be able to touch you Rio: Buster Buster: Don't Buster: It's better than the alternative of sitting in traffic crying which is all I can fucking do now Rio: I don't know what to say Buster: You don't have to say anything Buster: Not for my benefit Rio: I wish this wasn't happening to you though Buster: Well, I wish it hadn't happened to you Rio: I love you, you know Buster: Yeah, I do Buster: I love you too Rio: I'm going to be able to fix this Rio: aren't I Buster: There's nothing you need to fix Buster: But it won't always be this bad, I promise Rio: Come on Rio: There's plenty Rio: everything is basically fucked Buster: But none of it is your fault Buster: You can't fix everyone else for them Rio: Who else will, babe Buster: They'll either do it or they won't Buster: It ain't your job Rio: I'm so tired Buster: I know, baby Rio: I can't live like this Buster: Tell me what I can do Buster: If you wanna leave, we'll leave Rio: Maybe I should just fuck off somewhere Rio: for a bit Buster: Do you not want me there? Rio: Of course I do Rio: I mean a bit more long term though Rio: you've got to go back to School Buster: Fuck school Buster: I wanna be with you Rio: You need School, babe Buster: You need me and I need you Rio: Maybe I'll come to London Rio: what if Ro does though, 'cos what the fuck is she gonna do now Rio: I've got to avoid her forever Buster: No you don't Rio: you didn't hear her Rio: she definitely hates me Buster: I didn't have to Buster: He's just headfucked her like he tried to do with you Rio: he's going to want his flat back isn't he Rio: where am I gonna go, back to my parents, fuck Buster: I'll get you a new one Buster: Here or in London, wherever you want Rio: Don't be ridiculous Buster: I'm serious Rio: You can't just do that Rio: we can't can we Buster: Of course I can Buster: I was gonna sort one for Chlo and I can't stand her Rio: I don't know Rio: sounds too good to be true Buster: Trust me Buster: I'm not gonna let you down again, okay Rio: You haven't Buster: That ain't true but it will be Rio: It is! Buster: I've let you down loads of times, today is just the worst one Rio: Shut up Rio: You don't owe me anything Buster: Whatever you say, babe Rio: I mean it Rio: you can't be taking any blame for any of this Buster: I do though Buster: Only my share but still Rio: No Buster: Come on Rio: No, I'm serious Rio: this is going to fuck with so many people Rio: not you too, I can't handle it Buster: I'm sorry Buster: I'm not trying to upset you Rio: I don't care about me, just don't be sad Buster: I care about you Buster: I'd do anything for you, you know that Rio: Just stay you Rio: that's all I want Buster: I promise Rio: Good Buster: Are you letting me in or coming out? Rio: Come out, only your Dad should be home, right? Rio: I can't face anyone yet Buster: Fuck knows where he is Rio: Just make up an excuse and I'll apologise to them later Rio: I can't be here and I can't go to the flat Buster: We can go anywhere, my car's full Rio: It'll all be better in Skerries, yeah? Buster: It can't be worse Buster: And it'll just be me and you Rio: Yeah? Rio: You know, we're going to have to tell people we're together Rio: or they'll probably phone the garda like I'm a suicide risk if they reckon I'm on my own Buster: I'll sort it Buster: Do you need me to get anything from the flat for you before we go? Rio: Something comfortable and baggy and not this fucking stupid dress Buster: Easy Buster: I'll go there now Rio: Have you seen my wardrobe? Harder than it should be Buster: I've left more than enough stuff there to make it work Buster: Which is just as well if I don't wanna drive back that way again to pack Rio: Yeah, I don't care Rio: I don't much feel like being a person anyway Buster: Anything we don't have I'll buy it Rio: I'm sorry, this is so stupid Rio: Are you sure I'm not being a pussy? Do I have to stay and face this now Buster: No Buster: We're going Rio: Okay Rio: I was hoping you'd say that Buster: I know what you need, babe, that's never gonna change Rio: I love you Rio: I wish I was better for you Buster: You're the best Buster: I love you so much Buster: Whatever else you are, you're perfect for me Rio: You're so nice Buster: And honest Buster: So believe it Rio: I'll try, like Buster: Good

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