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It had all gone downhill when he turned fifteen. How fucking naive had he been. Life back in Vacuo had been hard. But Mistral... Mistral was a totally different kind of beast.

Vacuo had natural disasters. Grimm. And the occasional band of slavers or bandits. But if you were careful and knew what were you doing, you could survive just fine.

But in Mistral? Sign something you shouldn't have? kiss your life goodbye. Don't have enough to eat? Tough luck buddy. Soft-spoken persons in suits? Run. Just run and don't dare to look back.

Why did he allow himself to believe in those dreams of grandeur? Life was tough, yeah. But he could still enjoy it. And even if small, he had a future in Vacuo.

Right now, he cannot even remember when was the last time he truly felt joy. The last time he felt he could just sit back and relax. The last time he felt he could live... and not only survive.

His eyes moved from the room's window towards the case resting atop a table. Walking towards it, he slowly opened it. Inside, there was a violin. That, despite having some marks of the pass of time on its body, looked almost as good as new.

"This is all your goddamn fault," He muttered. His eyes filling with burning hate at the piece of wood before him.

It had filled his heads with ideas. It had driven him to a dead-end future where his death was the only possible ending. It made him leave everything behind.

He closed the case shut and grabbed it with both hands. Raising it atop his head, he tried to throw it towards the ground with enough strength to shatter the contents.

But he just couldn't.

With a sigh, he lowered the case on the table and closed his eyes while leaning on the table.

Who the fuck was he trying to lie to?

He is the one that got his head filled with stupid ideas. He is the one that drove himself into that corner. He is the one that left everything behind.

He is the one that knowingly left her behind.

In the end, he had managed to try to close that chapter of his life, he had managed to hide his guilt because he had been detached from all of it on Mistral. Without family near. Without a single memory of his past. He could easily make-believe nothing of that time was real.

But now that he saw her, spoke to her. Got to know she was indeed real, his mind simply couldn't bear the lie anymore.

He opened his eyes and took his violin out of his case. Looking at it, he couldn't help but mutter. "I'm such a fucking failure."

Well, failure or not. The only thing he had ever been remotely good at was at playing the damn thing.

And so, play the damn thing he did.

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[Bianca Sabbato]

As I was walking towards the music club with my trusty violin safely encased and strapped in my back. I couldn’t fail but to steal small peeks into the open doors of the multiple unused club rooms that filled that particular wing of the main structure.

It was the best way of noticing if any other club had opened recently. Since the noise from inside or the coming and going of different people was always and indicative of someone new in town... That. And I was bored, I had to admit it.

As I was passing by, I heard some quiet muttering and I. Being the curious little shit that I was, decided to take a look.

Inside the room I saw a tall, redheaded boy. Probably a student albeit one I had never seen before, so probably a new addition to the roster... Something in his factions led me to believe he seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn’t elucidate from where...

But what really captured my attention was the all too familiar, all too recognizable shape of a violin case.

“Oh.... So he is a person of culture as well” I said to myself with a smug smile gracing my lips, reading me to go and greet the fellow chordophonist.

“But why does he seem so angry?” I tough, and the tough gave me pause enough as to not interrupt him, so I could see from my vantage point what was about to transpire.

My heart almost stopped when I saw him raising his case in the air and ready to smash it into the ground. I instinctively raised my hand in a mute and futile attempt to stop him from what he was about to do.

Luckily, he stopped himself just a second before destroying his instrument. And at that moment I decided to take a step back as to hide from him and give him a little privacy he seemed to need.

I had to admit my heart sank a little when I heard him call himself a failure. Even tough he was a complete stranger, there was something about seeing a person so broken that could instill feelings of pity in anyone.

Which in a way made me angry with myself. I was just standing there, in the shadows and silently disrespecting a stranger with my non requested pity. Whatever had happened to this guy, my experience with Holly and Carmim had taught me I was in no position to intrude in things that I knew nothing about.

I was about to go away and leave him be when a haunting melody graced my ears and took hold of me. It was an old piece, from an even older play. But a great one all the same. It was a melancholic and hopeless tune that made one think about things like futility and missing things already lost.

It was not perfect. Not in the least, but it was good, better than mine undoubtedly. Enough to instill these feelings the author was so desperately trying to impress in the music.

I waited until he finished his piece before gently making my way inside the room.

-Hello there... I hope I’m not interrupting- I said with a small wave of my hand. —I was just walking by when I heard you playing and...- I really had no idea how to do what I was doing, or even what it was, or why I was doing it.

I felt a ball of nervousness in my throat. I had not planned for this, had no quirky phrases to break the ice or a position I could use to leverage the conversation. To his eyes I was a mere outsider, an intruder that had just interrupted him pouring his heart into his music.

No going back now, just get done with it Bianca. —I really liked it. I also play the violin, so I was curious... If you didn’t mind me staying to listen to you for a while, since I could probably learn a thing or two from it. Plus I like it- I had already said that, but whatever.

Remembering my manners, I hastily extended a hand in his direction. —My name is Bianca by the way, I hadn’t seen you before so welcome to Haven if that’s the case- I said with a smile as I waited for the man’s response.

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And yet, even after all this time. All the hours he had spent on his violin, all those evenings treating his bleeding fingers, were all for nothing. He still couldn't feel a single shed of improvement from his part. He still committed the same stupid, amateur mistakes on the same parts. No matter how many times he tried, it was always the same.

With a bitter sigh, he languidly dropped his arms before storing his instrument with yet another sigh. Closing the case, he leaned on the table and closed his eyes as his mind zoned out.

He thought of what it could have been. Of the ever-present what-ifs. Would have anything changed had he made a single different decision on his past?

What the fuck was he thinking? Of course, it would've changed. Everything regarding his life would've changed.

He then felt something weird. A presence approaching him. And was that.. a voice?

With his mind still, not quite back his body acted on instinct alone. His hand quickly reached to his back and pulled 2 for 1, the ever-trusty shotgun he always carried, and pointed it to the transgressor.

The thing had the safety on, accidents are a nasty thing, but whoever came after him didn't need to know that. And if push came to shove, he always had his Semblance as a backup.

But once his mind finally decided to return, he realized he had committed a hell of a mistake. In front of him, there was a short, brown-skinned girl. A Faunus, if the reptilian tail she had on her backside wasn't lying.

"Shit. Sorry," he said with a lopsided grin, folding the weapon and placing it on his back again. "You took me by surprise, and I kinda did it out of reflex."

After saying that, his mind started to recall what she had said while he was out in la-la land.

"So you heard," he muttered, mostly to himself rather than Bianca. Despite how much he tried, he couldn't completely keep his voice free of the bitterness he felt.

"Sorry," He turned towards her, his eyes carrying the same feeling. "But I don't play in front of people anymore," his eyes turned down again, and he once again whispered to himself. "Not until I'm good enough."

He shook his head as he forced a slight smile to appear on his face. As his voice recovered his normal cheerfulness he looked her once again. "Anyways, the name's Granado. A pleasure to meet you Bianca. Feel free to play yourself if you want and I may give you some pointers."

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[Bianca Sabbato]

My eyes widened when I saw him took out a shotgun from his back. I instinctively put my aura up but sadly was powerless to do anything else until the first show was fired. I had left my spear in my room and I hadn’t prepared any dirt in advance to use as a weapon... So my options right there were limited to pummel him with my small and sincerely not very threatening fists. Or run away and get me some earth or a professor to help me out.

I would have liked to say that I was honestly surprised something like that could happen in an institution as prestigious as Haven academy, paragon of huntsman education in the continent of Anima and, dare I say. In the whole wide world.

Saddly at the rate at which things happened here, I probably could start filling a bingo card of some sort.

Getting my hands in the air in the less menacing stance I could muster, I waited for the man to state his demands or back up with the whole thing... I just wanted to come in and say hi... Why did things have to go this way? This is Haven, this place was supposed to be safer than the slums! Not the opposite!

I heard there was a terrorist attack to the school some time before my admission. Maybe this guy was a terrorist...? You know what. Scratch that, that would be stupid. No terrorist would be sitting in an empty club room playing mellow melodies in a violin as a preface to a terrorist attack... Right?

When he apologized and lowered his weapon. Only then I did the same with my hands. Just noticing how my heartrate was starting to normalize after the whole affair.

-Don’t worry pal, it happens to the best of us- I lied. - Just let me get my soul back into my body for a second... Still, you should consider leaving it in the lockers until you manage to address that. Some people would not take something like that so kindly, so you could get yourself in big trouble in more than one way-

Yeah... Didn’t wanna think of the poor bastard that pulled out a shotgun on someone like Kishka, Rose or (may the gods have mercy on his soul) Bariole’s worst side.

I’d probably had a good enough excuse myself to give him some shit about it... But, whatever. This was Haven, so a little unresolved traumas and social deviations where expected. If not encouraged!

-Sure thing man, not gonna pressure you to play if you don’t wanna...- Not if you could pull a shotty on me if I did so, less so when he seemed so contrite about it... Even so, the situation looked salvageable enough for me to try to fix such a rocky introduction.

-Well, if you're willing, I was actually looking for someone to give me an honest opinion about it. I just opened a music club here the other day but my skills are not as impressive as one would expect, so I’m looking forward to improving- Didn’t wanna sound like a cult leader on the look for new members. So I just left the unspoken offer hanging in the air.

As I spoke. I took out my instrument from his case and readied myself to give a small performance. I actually could hit all the correct notes for the song I was gonna play since I had practiced it more rigorously than some of the more classical pieces.

Still, it was far from perfect. Some notes too flat, others getting dragged on more than what was proper...

Even so, I gave it my best and patiently waited for the musician’s review.

-So, how are you finding Haven ‘till now? I only have been here for a week or so myself, so I was wondering if the experiences were similar. Have meet with the rest of class yet? There is a couple shady people, but a lot of them are nice... Oh, I almost forget. Remember to not accept any food coming from neither from Raynard Marshalls or Carmim Clover. We had a pretty nasty tifus outbreak some days ago. Just getting you up to speed-

Yeah, better letting him know before he could make a mistake he would regret. Carmim was a good girl. Just... Not the most hygienic one. And Rainard... Yeah, fuck Raynard, the coward.

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[attr="class","sinnert"]Despite trying to play it off with a smile, within himself Granado was still pretty much shitting himself. Why? Very simple.

He pointed a shotgun into someone's face. He fucking pointed a shotgun into someone's face for fuck's sake! He wasn't lying when he said it was a force of habit, scaring off muggers at some point becomes a sort of habit when living in the outskirts of the ground district for long enough.

But to pull the stunt into Haven, to someone he didn't even know to top it off, was pretty much him asking to be arrested for attempted murder or other shit like that.

And even if she also seemed to wave it off, Granado couldn't be certain he wasn't merely faking it to survive meeting this crazed gunman to later repo-

All of his thoughts screeched down to a halt after she was starting playing. And he found himself being swung away with her music. Closing his eyes, he focused on the melody and tried to hear the story the song was trying to tell him.

It was the tale of a fall from grace, of the glory days now gone as desperation and hopelessness start to grow commonplace. But before long, the inevitable ray of light pierces through the dark, showing a glimpse of what's beyond the darkest of days. That hope must not be lost. Since there's always a rainbow waiting after each storm.

But the piece was not perfect. He could feel shakiness in some notes, how some felt unnaturally long or short when in regards to the rest of the melody.

He was pretty much aware he would do even a shittier job if he tried to pick his Violin and play the same piece, but still, she had asked for his opinion regarding it. Even if he had offered first she still wanted it.

Opening his eyes, he turned towards Bianca, but before he could even utter a word he bit down his tongue to shut himself up after seeing her expression. She was aware of the mistakes too.

Shaking his head with a smile, he sat down in a chair in front of the table while pointing to the other opposite of him. "Well, there's no much I can say to be honest," He shrugged. "I can tell ya are pretty much aware of the mistakes you commit on this piece, and, lemme tell ya, I'm sure as hell I can't play it better than you. So unless you play another one I can't tell for sure if ya only commits them on this piece alone or always."

As Carmin was mentioned, he couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh. "Yeah... Carmin was always a sort of... special case if I'm honest with ya. I love her will all my soul... But..." He reached into one of the inner pockets of his jacket and took out a flask. Taking a quick swing, he found the courage to continue. "I don't who had the bright idea to let her come alone," He realized how that may have sounded to someone who didn't know him so he quickly added. "She's my little sister by the way."

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[Bianca Sabbato]

-I have that tendency to be honest… I manage to hit the notes but not in the right way, or at least not as good as other people do- I still tried tough, but sometimes it felt like if I was just going through the motions without really gaining any deeper understanding of the whole ordeal.

I could still feel the waves of emotion resonating within me like the sound in the hollow body of the instrument. But they felt muted at best, at worst, crumbly and dirty.

“Kind of like as if the interior was filled with dirt”

...What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah, music.

-That’s why I was drawn into your playing. You have a little problem with hitting all the right notes in time, not gonna lie... But the way you instinctively know how much time to linger... How much pressure to instill in every note... It’s way better than what I can do-

He probably learned how to play by ear, or had an incredibly instinctual mentor.

-I don’t mind playing for you any other time since I feel like doing it in front of someone puts pressure on myself to get better... And in return I can let you borrow the keys for the music club for you to practice in a private environment with good acoustic...- And maybe if he reached a point when he felt more confident in his skills we could play together! I always longed for a partner for me to compare my stile. Watching videos on the internet could not fill that niche since people playing in front of a camera were likely to be experts to whom I would not even hold a candle.

Realizing I was being overbearing again, I quickly hastened to try and fix it. -I-If you want I mean, I don’t wanna impose or something!- I practically blurted out. What was it about music that got me so fired up in the first place? Was it even about music?

When we turned towards more mundane topics. I found myself surprised by the degree of fondness he expressed towards a certain drum girl, it was clear as day the knew each other... And in more than a passing manner.

Maybe she was his girlfriend? It would explain the similar aura they shared, and a troublesome break up could explain both his melancholic expression and his... alcoholic tendencies, as I was just witnessing.

I honestly couldn’t even picture myself in a relationship with Carmim Clover. It’s not that she wasn’t cute but... Like, she was too cute. Overly.

When I though about that little bundle of crimson energy, the most romantic thing that came to mind was a deep-rooted desire to squish her in the biggest hug I could muster. But having her as a girlfriend?

Honestly, I could probably have Carmim sleeping naked on my bed and still the idea of doing something besides covering her up would never cross my mind... To a degree it almost seemed sinful. Like as if you were trying to date a small, cheese addicted, “drom” playing puppy. I just wanted to see it grow strong and happy, not to lewd it!.

I honestly felt a degree of relief when he clarified that Carmim was just his sister. Still, it felt amazing that she was noticeably smaller than me while her brother was this tall. Genetics were a weird think I assumed.

And to my internal shame, I could not prevent a stray thought to slip into mi mind. Nurtured by the reports and articles I had been reading lately to get up to speed with all the things Haven.

“... Seems like pulling out weapons in inappropriate situations runs in the family...”

I instantly scold myself for thinking that. Carmim had been nothing but nice to me, and I was just getting to know Granado, so I should give both of them a fair chance before judging them for shit that did not behoove me.

-Hah! Thought you looked kind of familiar! I’m not super friendly friends with Carmim myself...- (Or with anyone now that I was bringing it up) -... But she seems like a good girl, very friendly and positive... Only...-

I signaled for him to come closer for a second. Since I didn’t want anyone to overhear. Honestly, the only reason I was bringing this up with someone was because he was her brother. But under normal circumstances it wouldn’t do to go spreading shit about someone else to a stranger (Ironically, since that was what Carmim had made in the most literal of senses)

-Dude, tell her to wash her hands from time to time. Specially when she’s about to manipulate food... All due respect to her and everything, but that had been problematic already- The recent memories of a certain faunus girl emptying her stomach all over me were still fresh in my mind.

And with my civil responsibilities covered. I tried to move to more comfortable topics.

-But enough of talking about her. Why did you come to Haven? Recommendation from your sis maybe?-

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[attr="class","sinnert"]Granado could only nod along with her reply. What else could he do, to be honest? She knew better than him her own mistakes, and she was dead right about his.

As soon as her offer left her lips, he leaned back on his chair and hummed in thought. It was... not a bad offer, all things considered. Ever since he arrived at Haven, he has barely practiced, as he hasn't been able to find a secluded spot where he could do so away from prying eyes.

He thought he had found one in the clubrooms, but since he was speaking with Bianca it was pretty obvious that that wasn't the case. And besides, she only wanted to be heard as payback?

Yup, sign him the fuck up.

Chuckling at her sudden blurting out, he leaned into the table once again after taking another swing. "Sure, why the hell not," he shrugged. "Seems like a win-win deal to me."

And as soon as she mentioned Carmin and her... questionable hygiene practices, he could help but sigh as he rubbed his forehead. "Yeah... we had problems with that back in Vacuo... My parents must've thought she finally learned her lesson if they sent her here alone. But well," He shrugged once again. At this point, everyone knew who started that outbreak, so there was no point in continuing.

"Why I entered Haven?" He nodded to himself a couple times. "Good question, indeed," yet another swing. "Imma going to be honest with ya, Bianca. I thought I could make it big thanks to this," his hand fell atop his violin's case. "But it didn't work out. So I ended with two choices. The streets, or Haven. I picked the one that at least gave me the option of doing something with my life," despite what he had said of being honest, he couldn't help but discard the years he indeed spent on the streets. But it wasn't a lie, only a modified truth.

"Heh, I actually had to drop my sister's name to be accepted. That Argus mission apparently gave our surname some recognition," yet another swing. "What about ya? Why Haven?"

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[Bianca Sabbato]

-Really?!- I exclaimed with excitement as he confirmed his decision of using the music club room, and instantly a million different musical scenarios broadcasted themselves one after the other inside my head like a series of trailers before the main movie.

Talking about good and bad music stores in the city, discussing different plays and pieces, correcting each other mistakes, suggesting different techniques. Maybe even playing a duet someday... I always wanted to play a duet, to finally be able to see and feel by myself the fabled harmony of instruments taken to a whole new level.

“Yusss, finally a music partner to pester around with my playing! And a violin buddy to make things better!”

I realized I was probably going in a little too hard on him, so coughing a little on the back of my hand, I corrected myself to save any semblance of coolness I still retained. -I mean... Sure thing, sounds good to me- I still shook his hand energetically despite having done so already after the shotgun incident.

On the other hand, it was nice to know that the “no handwashing” policy was not a thing of the Clover family, but only something that applied to Carmim, bless her soul.

As the conversation progressed. I immediately felt a stab of empathy when he told me about his circumstances and what had led him to attend Haven.

Yeah, it wasn’t something unheard of that a lot of people came to the capital every year in pursuit of some kind of dream or promise someone had told them could be realized in the big city... Only to crash face-first into the cold, harsh reality.

-I see... Don’t worry. It’s kinda the same boat for me... Made some bad calls a couple years ago and in the end, it was this or the streets as you say... And I was already tired of living the streets, so at least this was a nicer prospect-

In the streets, the only thing that waited for you was an inevitable death at the hand of the officer or gangster that finally had a lucky enough day to take you out of commission. With this deal, it still was a good bet on me being mauled by an equally lucky ursa on any Monday or Thursday of the week. But if I managed to survive long enough...

-You made a good choice bro, If I could go back in time, I would have applied to sanctum as soon as I had the chance-

What was the age requirement for sanctum anyway? 14 or something? I should have done that, I still didn’t know why I had been so stupid in the first place. To have a way out so close to hand and to never take it. To be so obtuse as to think the life I led was the only way to survive.

I was strong enough to get accepted with ease at the time, a lot younger, a lot cleaner. Starting anew without a fucking sword hanging over me by a horse’s hair... But at least, I had made the right choice in the end, late, but barely not too late.

-It’s not perfect, but at least it is a shot at a new start, and don’t be so hard on yourself, I seriously doubt that you have a way to know for certain that it was thanks to Carmim that you are here- I called giving him a little jab in the arm.

-I have another theory about that... That it could be that the fall was all it took for the higher-ups to notice there are a lot of people like us that still can be of some utility. That when they were taken to their lowest point, only then they could acknowledge our existence as something of value since they were no better themselves...-

I kinda surprised myself after saying that. Not for it being something that never crossed my mind, but for my willingness to share it with someone that for all intents and purposes was a complete and absolute stranger that may not be in the mood to go listening to my rants.

-But I digress... Sorry if I went a little deep there, wasn’t my intention- I urged while bashfully scratching the back of my head and averting my gaze for a second.

-Going back to what we were saying... To be honest, the Haven experience is kinda similar for anyone, you will beat some people and get beaten by someone else in return. Everyone here kinda goes trough a sort hazing were more often than not they get their asses handed to them-

I faintly recalled my own trial by fire with the Seraphine girl (Who was anything but a little girl). I was one of the lucky ones since my opponent had been pretty chill during the whole ordeal. Yeah, I was grateful that she had such a nice personality in the end... And such a nice face... And a whole lot of other nice things that now were kinda distracting me from the topic at hand, so better let them out of my mind and focus on the boy in front of me for the time being.

-Of course, some of the kids here are a little more graceful, and others are kinda assholes about it, but you shouldn’t worry about that, since if you passed initiation you deserve to be here- With a reassuring smile, I felt like I left that as a settled matter.

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[attr="class","sinnert"]To be completely honest with everyone involved, Granado wasn't quite there anymore.

At first, he followed through what Bianca was saying, but midway through her speech he started to lose focus. Both on what she was saying and what actually was in front of him.

It was not like he was getting bored or anything. But... let's just say, drinking a lot of alcohol and all of it kicking in at once is sure to make you ascend to a higher plane of existance.

And Granado was pretty much doing that right now.

With what few drops of lucidity he had remaining, he managed to slightly tap himself on the cheek to keep himself awake, and, as soon as Bianca finished, stood up and grabbed his violin case.

"Sorry to cut this short," He muttered, his voice getting more slurred each passing phrase. "But i... I..." He coughed and let out a tiny laugh. "I kinda went overboard with the booze," He let out another, more unrestrained laugh. "And I-I don't like being drunk in front of people so see ya, Bianca. I'll... I'll grab the keys in another opportunity."

And just like that, he walked out while slightly stumbling on his step.

203/2,024● @moon ● Drunk ass

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[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]No matter what you leave behind,
it'll still weight you down if you don't let it go

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[Bianca Sabbato]

-Oh... Well, sure thing!- I beamed with a hearty laugh at seeing the man already too out of it to even keep paying any attention at all. Not his fault at all if I wanted to start talking like a motorboat when he clearly was not in the clearest state of mind.

-Just make sure no teacher sees you stumbling like that, or you will surely get in trouble- And please, don’t take out your fucking shotgun again. That went without saying.

It was a little early to be fucking hammered already if I could be honest, and some teachers may let it slide. But I wasn’t so sure people as motherly as Morgan, or as strict as Shadecloack would simply turn a blind eye to it... If he even manages to get into his room before passing out along the way.

Whatever, someone would find him eventually if he ended up sleeping under a tree or something... I just hope he doesn’t befriend Kishka, at least for the time being, giving that boy an unlimited reserve of alcohol doesn’t sound like the smartest idea in the world.

Taking one last look at my instrument, I set to packing it away with a satisfied nod.

It had been a strange interaction, with an undoubtedly strange fellow. But I wanted to believe It turned out alright in the end, I had managed to make a violin buddy and he seemed nice enough when he was not completely out of it.

If only I was this lucky with women... Oh well, nothing much to do if destiny decided to make me lucky with the complete opposite gender than the one I was actually interested in.

There still were plenty of fish in the sea tough... And speaking of fish, I thought I even saw a shark faunus among the newest faces hanging around Haven lately... She seemed kind of cute... And to make things better, Granado seemed like the kind of guy that would be pretty popular with the ladies, maybe I could ask him for some pointers later...

Yep, no way for that to come and bite me in the ass later, no sir.

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[Wolfe]

Distribution:

Bianca: 36

125 + 36 = 161

Grenado: 20

97 + 20 = 117