#scim

[suyashjain]

In recent years, the use of cloud-based applications has drastically increased. Any company with 40–50 employees will be using at least 15–20 cloud applications, and in a large enterprise, the number of applications is even higher. This page highlights the problems faced by IT teams and the solution.

[mp3monsterme]

IAM and IDCS do more than support AuthZ

We could solve this with custom integrations, or we can exploit an IETF standard called SCIM (System for Cross-domain Identity Management). The beauty of SCIM is that it brings a level of standardisation to the mechanics of sharing the personal identity information, addressing the fact that this data goes through a life cycle. While Oracle’s IDCS and IAM support the identity management for…

[goldieclaws]

that awkward moment when you think you've just found a lost child but their babysitter was there the whole time.

(Scim uses They/Them and is Non-Binary)

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[discjude]

DJ certified tier list of Could I Beat This Character In A Fight. please bear in mind I am overconfident and filled with spite and malice therefore I may unreasonably confident but I think this is all fair. Feel free to argue with my opinions. For all intents and purposes we are not allowing magic (because I don't have magic, unfair) and ARE allowing weapons (not the scims. japeth does not get the scims I do not care what it says in one true king the scims are not all individual weapons).

[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

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[staghunters]

Putting Twin Peaks references in the Yellowjackets fic

[princemick]

OH! u mean the german interview one?? no I haven't yet dunno if I will tbh

[karrahe]

Luke Skywalker

I've been wanting to paint Star Wars art forever!! Sponsored by @_scim on twitter 🥺 thanks scim!

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[nommedtail]

hi @scims-stuff here's your gift for @d20exchange!!!

the one adventuring party where they joked that kug and cody probably have the same diet has lived in my mind rent free

[m0use123]

Asami woke up groggily, feeling something wasn't right, she sat up on the edge of her bed and slipped her feet into her awaiting slippers.

She glanced around her spacious bedroom, the full moon was shining brightly into the space, her balcony doors were open and the silk white curtains were flowing gently in the wind.

The roar of the sea was loud in the quiet night, her alarm clock on her bedside table read 1:15 am. She scanned the room looking for any obvious signs of why she had been dragged out of her heavy sleep so easily.

Her television was turned off, her phone, laptop and tablet were all charging on the far opposite side of the room so she wouldn't be tempted to glance at them when she should be sleeping.

Her desk lamp was off, her sketches for her father were scattered haphazardly ontop of it, the top pages ripperling slightly in the fresh sea breeze.

All in all everything was in it's correct place.

Totally stumped the young heiress decided to grab herself a glass of water before trying for sleep again. So she slipped on her RCH cheerleading hoodie and crepted downstairs without turning on any lights, she didn't want to wake up her friends that were sleeping in the other rooms around her.

Once in the kitchen, Asami collected a clean glass from the draining board next to the sink and poured herself a glass. She lent on the kitchen counter top as she took small sips of her water, watching the sea crash against the shore line through the window not 100 yards away.

As she watched, her eyes landed on a figure standing knee deep in the surf, they were scimming stones across the waves of the ocean. A boisterous dog was lolaping around the person diving nose first into the water excitedly in search of the stones.

As the person turned and stretched extravagantly, Asami reckonised her girlfriend Korra in the moon light. Wondering if her leaving through the back door had woken her in the first place, Asami opened the kitchen door. Welcoming the warm sea breeze that engulfed her as she stepped onto the wooden decking outside the back door.

She crossed the garden until she reached the back gate that backed out onto the soft sandy beach beyond, she took off her slippers and left them on the grass next to the gate where she wouldn't get sand in them and crossed the dunes until she reached her girlfriend.

"You're up late" Asami commented as she came to a stop next to her girlfriend.

Korra glanced sideways at her and smiled slightly, "Alot on my mind is all", Asami nodded. That was the thing about Korra, she wore her heart on her sleeve, but words weren't exactly her foretay. If she actually wanted to know what was going on in the younger girl's head she knew she would have to probe a little deeper.

"Penny for your thoughts then"? Asami asked, leaning down and stroking Naga's head as she trotted over panting excitedly.

Out of the corner of her eye Asami saw Korra shrug before she pulled her arm back and threw a stone as far as she could, it sploused loudly about 200 yards away.

Asami sighed, "Babe, if you don't want to talk to me about it that's cool, but please don't stand there and sulk all night, I don't mean to sound harsh but either spit it out or come back inside, but don't just stand here all night trapped in your own head".

Korra nodded, she gave a massive, defeated sigh and mumbled something the older girl couldn't hear.

"Sorry babe I need you to repeat that, you kinda mumbled".

Huffing through her nose Korra said, "I'm just thinking about next year".

Asami's heart sank, of course, it was obvious now, Asami was heading off to university in Zaofu in September whilst Korra was starting her senior year of high-school. For the first time since Korra was born they wouldn't see eachother every day, and just the thought of it hurt like hell.

"Baby" Asami said sympatheticly, "why didn't you tell me sooner, what's going on in your head, talk to me".

Korra scoffed, "yeah right, here I am worried you'll realise how immature I am as soon as you reach your halls of residence at Zaofu and you want me to whine like a little kid about my problems".

Asami sighed and rested her hand on Korra's shoulder, "I don't think your immature Korra, well", she paused, then continued, "not in the way you're thinking about anyway. I don't care that we haven't slept together yet babe, you know that, and you don't drink because of your parents accident, I think that's very responsible of you".

Korra scoffed and muttered "damaged goods".

"Korra, stop" Asami said forcefully, "stop with the self hate, you've gone through so much in your life, don't be so hard on yourself".

"I just. I can't loose you as well" Korra said in a quiet voice.

"Your not going to baby, I promise".

"How can you possibly promise me that"? Korra asked.

"Because I believe in us, that's all I need" Asami said softly before pulling her girlfriend into a caring hug.

"I love you" Korra mumbled into her girlfriend's hoodie.

"I love you too baby, come on inside, I'll make us some hot chocolate" Asami smiled as she pulled back from the hug.

"Oh, oh, can I have those mini marshmallows in mine"? Korra asked, with the most adorable smile Asami had ever seen on her girlfriend's face.

"Of course baby, anything for you".

Together, the two girls and Naga went back up to the spacious beach house for hot chocolate, alot of cuddling and finally some sleep.

Just before she fell asleep with her younger girlfriend in her arms, Asami made a silent promise to herself, and the girl she loves, to never give up on what they have, right here in this bed.

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Five years later, as she was kneeling infront of her speechless girlfriend, asking her the most important question she's ever asked anyone. Asami Sato was so very grateful she was always a women of her word.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

hi, do you have any takes/opinions or analysis of japeth? sorry if you've already posted something and i've missed it, i'm just eagerly hunting for japeth content 🫡🫡

I haven’t really done any substantial #japethposting, or anything exactly full-scale, but he has been a part of certain sections of some of the analyses I've done. You can find some of them by typing "#japeth" into the search bar of my blog. Or, if anyone wants me to, I could look for the links and send them to you. And, this overall precedent doesn’t mean I won’t possibly post about him in the future, potentially if/when I start my reread of The Camelot Years.

Generally speaking, I don't think I've paid enough attention to him to be able to analyze him in great depth. That said, I will redirect you to @discjude as she/they is/(are?) the Japeth expert, and her/their analyses are phenomenal! (Please tell me if I've gotten your pronouns wrong and sorry in advance if anything is wrong, Jude.)

Though, I will leave you with one meager headcanon: it seems unlikely, but if Japeth were musically-inclined, I think he’d play atypical instruments, like the serpent and the ophicleide because of course he would. Music could be his opportunity to rebel, defy what's expected of him, while also referencing his snake symbolism.

Here, you can listen to some orchestral performances involving these instruments. If you start the first of the videos around the timestamp 3:38 and listen to the end, you can hear the deeper, foreboding, lower-pitched parts and some tense, stringent parts that sound higher, like his Scims whirling, to my mind. There's a very obviously sinister "march" of sorts, with ghastly, winding, serpentine "movements," twists, and turns.

[goldieclaws]

A thirteen-foot tall dragon man approaches you and holds out his hand, offering you a tiny human that never stops dancing as they tell you 101 facts about the hit MMO FFXIV. Will you accept them?

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[discjude]

Ok I just went through this chapter again to annotate it in more detail and there's so many more things I didn't notice. One of which being that for the entire Japeth Monologue (tm), he's referred to exclusively as Japeth, but the SECOND he switches back into "kill maim destroy" mode, he's only referred to as the Snake. Soman. Soman. Soman why would you do this. to me.

otk spoilersish again uh

(said by Japeth, father in question is Rafal btw) this specific passage devastated japeth enthusiasts AND rafal enjoyers everywhere. "but it wasn't enough for my father, was it? And it wasn't for me" might be like my favourite quote in this chapter and its got a LOT of good ones

[countrynerddancer]

Inspired by @scims-stuff 's art of The Fox, I finally started actually practicing with the gouache i got for Christmas. Slightly failed use of masking fluid, i can't get it off 😥 but I'm still pretty proud.

"If you stop trying to do what you want, then they've already caught you." -The Fox, The Wizard The Witch and The Wild One, Worlds Beyond Number

[wr-n]

oh my god my brain is gonna explode, i havent written or drawn anything in so long

have i,,,, forgotten how to be silly,,,,?

how to be,,,, a scrunkly scim,,,,?

a bibbily,,,, scrimbo,,,,?

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 0.9

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Interpol branch office

Seoul, South Korea

"Jeon!"

Jungkook's head almost slipped from his fist when he heard Skylar call out for him and he jumped up. Blinking rapidly seeing the blonde standing in front of his desk with folded arms and a knowing look.

"What time did you get to sleep again?"

He stretched his arms in front of him, flexing his muscles when a yawn escaped his lips. "Not sure. Couldn't sleep so I just cooked and zapped."

Skylar sighed, shaking her head knowing too well how often that happened, having experienced it first-hand. And she bit her tongue to prevent herself giving him another one of her lectures. Although she was worried for this becoming a regular thing. She placed a task file in front of him then, changing the subject matter. "I need you to check these names. Run them down the data base."

He simply nodded and pivoted, getting to his PC when he saw a new notification popping up on the screen. 

A red notice: Location of persons wanted for arrest, prosecution or to serve a sentence.

They hadn't had one of those in quite some time.

Without wasting a second he read through the information and looked through the photos. His brown eyes going round. They were slightly pixelated due to them being zoomed and in lower resolution, but the system had caught onto something. Or rather someone. 

"Sky? Sky!" he quickly called out for her. His voice surprisingly holding excitement, "You should see this!"

Frowning, Skylar spun around and made her way back to her colleague when hearing his erratic tone. Curiosity filling her of what could've possibly caused it early in the morning. She went behind him and bent over his shoulder to take a look on the screen he was pointing at. Her eyes widening in shock as well.

"W-where's this from?"

His eyes quickly scimmed over the information. "Munich International Airport."

"Munich?" she repeated. "Germany?"

He nodded.

"What are they doing there?"

"No clue. Why would they risk getting caught if they retired?" Jungkook also wondered out loud. The two exchanging a puzzled glance.

"It's indeed unlogical."

The guy leaned back, his forehead ceasing as he glanced up at his supervisor. "Remember last time they intentionally showed their real faces at an airport?"

Skylar paused, trying recalling which incident he meant. Her lips forming a small 'o' when remembering. "It was back then in Casablanca, right?" Back then when some mysterious organisation had been after them so they had lured interpol there to take care of it for them. "You think they're in trouble again and that's why.."

He shrugged. "They might."

Skylar exhaled deeply, taking her phone out of her backpocket. "Either way, we gotta inform agent Kim." She began dialing while walking to the direction of her desk. Glancing over her shoulder then. "And find out where they were heading to!"

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Florence, Italy

"All you've got to do is go up there and admit that your family member was the thief and that I, Felipe Rossi, was the one finding you and the stolen necklace. That's it." The man stopped pacing around the narrow room, coming to an halt to look at her with an almost excited smile. "Easy, isn't it?"

Soyeon's brows furrowed, not quite buying it. Feeling the rope digging deeper into her wrists. "That's it? And then I can leave?"

"Hm, not sure police would allow that," he smirked, making her instantly frown. Her eyes filling with panic.

"But I wasn't the one stealing it. And I gave it back."

The man hummed, seemingly deep in thoughts. "Yeah, but see.. someone has to pay for all these decades of loss and humiliation. And I could always easily frame you for another theft. Clearly my friends at the police wouldn't even question my word. Especially since you come from a family of thieves. And the fact you're here without any papers.." he shook his head. "Police won't like that either."

Her blood began to boil while listening to his monologue. She didn't know where that newfound courage came from and it was most likely useless considering the circumstances, but she just couldn't help but retort something. "That's only because I got kidnapped!"

He shrugged, unimpressed. "Yeah, but will they believe that?"

"So I don't gain anything by doing what you want," she mumbled scoffing, having enough with this unlogical prattle. She should probably shut her mouth considering she was in a clear disadvantage right now, but she simply couldn't. Perhaps it was the tiredness, perhaps the endorphines. "Why should I do it then? You can say all that on your own after all.."

His smirk grew devilishly larger as he brushed over his white linen suit. "Good question. Excelent question. And the answer is, I want you and your family to get humiliated just like mine was. And for that I need you to step on that stage and admit everything in front of everyone. And if you refuse giving me this satisfaction.. an italian prison would be the least of your problems."

Her eyes widened, an anxious feeling spreading inside her as she watched him pounding around the small room again, sighing dramatically. "I don't like getting my hands dirty. I don't. But I know people. People I do business with occasionally, who don't mind a bit dirt on their hands. I think you met some of their employees already. See, I'd ask them to take care of you again. And you don't want that, believe me."

And with that he gestured for his assistant, the one she'd unfortunately already met before, to open the door and both men left.

The room falling in complete silence. And Soyeon sat there. A lump forming in the pit of her stomach.

He had tried warning her of her naive idea. If she had only listened to him.

It was too late for that realisation now, however. What was done was done. And he wouldn't just magically appear to bail her out of her own mess again. He had already done so enough times anyway. And frankly, neither did she want him to do it. She stood by what she had said, she didn't want him to get any further involved. So whatever was about to happen to her was okay, she'd accept it.

Taking a deep breath, she threw her head back then. An almost cartoonishly wide grin appearing on her lips. And she laughed when all she really wanted to do was cry.

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"Ah, isn't that nice?" Jimin smiled excitedly, pushing his sunglasses up to have a better look at his surroundings. The setting evening sun almost blocked by one of the Renaissance buildings casted a long shadow on the square.

Taehyung slurped on his ice tea, pushing his own glasses further up the bridge of his nose as they had slid down.

"It's alright. Not as nice as Monaco though.. Remember Monaco?" His voice holding a dreamy tone when reminiscing their trip there a few years ago. Jimin huffing a laugh.

"You can't possibly compare these two," he argued, taking a sip from his espresso. "One is by the sea the other isn't."

Taehyung shrugged unimpressed. "See, that's already reason enough why Monaco's better," he grinned. Their little banter was interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, slowly getting impatient.

He was forever grateful the two came along on this journey to help him save Soyeon, a girl he barely knew and still held dear. And he couldn't deny having been a bit nostalgic and reminiscing their old advantures in that past year while leading a normal life. But nostalgia had also made him forget how exhausting these two could become sometimes when losing focus.

"I'm sorry to cut this argument short, but shouldn't we begin doing some research on the subject matter?"

"Ah!" Jimin exclaimed upholding a finger as if he just had a great epiphany. He grabbed his phone out then, unlocking it. "No need for that, we already got all the info we need."

The other two exchanged a questioning look. "Since when do you come prepared?"

"Well, Bella did all the work. You know how good she's with getting background info. And she speaks Italian, which is a plus," he smiled fondly while swiping over the screen. Clicking on the link his girlfriend had sent him.

"Letting her do all the work, huh? How mean, she's already carrying your child around," Taehyung tutted jokingly, earning an eye roll from him.

"It was so she felt included in this mission. Poor Bella felt a little left out since I wouldn't let her join us." He put the device down and spun it towards the other two's direction. "Here's what she gathered," he said then, pointing on the screen, "This is the plane that arrived from Tainan at Florence two days ago. It's registered to Emilio Rossi -"

"Is that the guy Seokjin mentioned?" Yoongi asked. His expression collected, yet there was a lingering agitation in his eyes as he stared at the photo. The man looked quite older than he'd expected, but nevertheless sleezy.

"The rich heir who's into art smuggling? No, Emilio is his dad. Our guy's name is.." His finger swiped to the next photo, pointing at a younger but equally as sleezy man. "Felipe Rossi. He's the one."

"But the plane was his dad's, how'd we know it wasn't the dad ordering Soyeon's abduction?" Taehyung asked, pointing with his straw at the photo. A droplet of ice tea hitting the tabletop.

"Great question," Jimin nodded, swiping to the next bit of information. A photo of a man in a suit and a platin watch. 

Yoongi's eyes widened. It was him.

"I know him," he stated plainly, "He was there. He was the one holding her captive."

Jimin nodded, giving him a brief look of empathy as he could tell that specific day was still nagging on his friend's mind. He went to the next picture. It was of a group of people. Felipe was standing straight and tall with a wide grin and right next behind him the same man. "That's Tony Sollozzo. According to Bella's notes, he's Felipe's right hand and closest employee. So it's save to say it was indeed Felipe's call."

An invisible weight laid on Yoongi's chest as he folded his hands in front of his face. Processing everything. "Alright, what else?"

"His mansion," Jimin said, drinking the last bit of his espresso at a draught. "It's located in the south-west, outside the city. It's most likely that they brought her there. At least we should check it out as it's our biggest clue.."

"And if she's not there?"

Taehyung shot Jimin a glance before both looked at Yoongi with concern.

"We'll find her, don't worry," Taehyung said then with a small smile, patting his shoulder, "It's not our first rescue mission after all."

It was true, but that didn't really comfort him in this moment. Still, he appreciated their words and nodded. "So we're heading there tonight?"

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, just let me get another coffee real quick."

"You just had an espresso," Yoongi frowned amused, "That's not healthy."

"If you want me to stay awake all night to save your girl, let me have my coffee," Jimin whined and made a hand gesture to the waitress. Not noticing the deeper tint on Yoongi's cheeks as he looked down, silently.

Soyeon wasn't his girl. He didn't know what she was. She was someone to him, clearly. Someone special. Someone who didn't deserve going through what she did because of the fault of someone like them. A thief. Her own grandfather on top of it.

But she wasn't his girl. And he didn't know if she'd ever be.

"Jimin.." Yoongi spoke up then, his eyes slowly lifting, "Arabella didn't happen to do some research on the necklace and it's theft, right? I know pops already found out a lot.. but.."

Jimin smirked lopsidedly. "Nothing against pops, but he doesn't have access to as many sources as Bella."

"That's because pops can't just enter databases without any permit, contrary to her who just accesses them illegally," Taehyung mumbled, faking innocence by letting his eyes wander around.

"You're not wrong," Jimin laughed out and took the phone back to search through the files, "It was stolen in 1983 during a gala held by Felipe's grandparents. It was stolen right from the secured vitrine without any clue. She cross-checked if her grandpa was on the list of guests and he was as a specialist of east-asian art."

"But weren't all guests checked by security or police after the theft?" Taehyung wondered out loud, finishing his ice tea, "Wouldn't they have caught him with the necklace?"

Jimin shook his head though. "You forget something. If her grandpa was indeed my grandpa's friend, then he was one of the best. I wouldn't say better than me.." A smug chuckle escaped his lips. "..but surely close. He certainly found a way to smuggle it out. But that's not the only thing Bella found out. Apparently our guy will throw the annual gala this time. Tonight. The same one his family has been throwing every year. Like the one fourty years ago."

"I bet that's why he wanted the necklace back now," Taehyung sighed.

"Perhaps. But that's better for us, this way it'll be easier to sneak in."

"I get the necklace, but why her as well?" Yoongi eventually spoke up again. His brows furrowed, agonising what they needed her for if they got the object of interest already. Fearing his assumptions of revenge having been right.

"Well, that, not even Bella was able to find out. But we're gonna when getting there."

The waitress came with Jimin's new order, placing it down in front of him with a smile to which he simply nodded, adding a small "grazie". Earning confused looks from his friends as soon as she left. And he rose a brow at them. "W-what?"

"You didn't flirt with her," Yoongi pointed out. "You always flirt with waitresses."

"And she looks pretty and smiled a bit too long at you. So how comes you didn't even smile back?" Taehyung asked with narrowed eyes, finding his behaviour quite suspicious, "That's unlike you."

Annoyed, Jimin rolled his eyes and took a sip from his new drink. "Guys, calm down. I'm about to become a dad, I can't flirt around with random women anymore and besides.. I promised Bella I wouldn't. So I don't."

"Wow, the day has come that I see Jimin finally growing up."

"Yeah, he's finally become an adult."

"Can you two just shut up?" he groaned anew, placing the cup back down rather harshly. "Focus on all the info I just gave you instead."

The cathedral's bells suddenly echoed from further away, behind the buildings of the Piazza Della Repubblica. Signalising it was six o'clock now.

And they simultaneously pushed their chairs back, standing up.

It was time to go.

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