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bunny-rambles · 1 year
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characters; Scaramouche, gn reader
summary; Your new cat boy takes care of you when you’re sick
cw/tw; Cat boy Scara !!! Scara has cat ears and a tail !! Oh yeah also sick reader, worrying, hinted that Scara thinks you might die, Scaramouche being Scaramouche (I did try to make him a bit softer here)
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notes; uh so remember that untitled cyno sick fic I did? This is basically that but longer and it’s scara (but with cat ears). This is also going to be the start of a series with genshin boys as cat boys !! This is all very self indulgent because all I want to do is pet scara’s ears and I will be writing a drabble about that dw. I reread this and edited it a bunch of times but I’m still not exactly happy with this, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. And a special thank you to my dearest friend juju for proof reading this at least 5 times. Enjoy <3
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He was beautiful.
Vibrant, violet hues shone like precious gems against his porcelain skin, his face framed by dark locks, his soft appearance ethereal. Perfectly pointed ears sat atop of his head, twitching in annoyance when your gaze lingered on them for too long. His tail was long, swaying swiftly from side to side, his silky fur shimmering in the light of the morning sunlight. How could anyone abandon such a gorgeous creature?
Scaramouche was the newest addition to your little family of one - and he was not very fond of you. This didn’t come as that much of a surprise, since the shelter you adopted him from told you that he wouldn’t let anyone come near him, unless they wanted to have their arm mauled. From his pristine condition, you could only assume that perhaps he had been thrown out by his previous owners. Poor thing.
But he had told you rather bluntly that he didn’t want sympathy, and that he was only staying with you because it was better than being at the shelter with all the ‘mangy strays’.
At least, that’s what he told you.
In reality, he was extremely thankful that you had chosen him, even with his harsh exterior - therefore, you were now important to him. He never told you this, or even hinted with his words that’s what he truly thought - but it showed in the little things.
The way he’d sit near you whenever you were around, or bumped his head against yours when he was certain you were asleep, he even cooked for you from time to time! Still, there was very little that left his mouth that was positive, often insulting you if you tried to break past the walls he had put up around himself, or sneering at you while telling you that you had made the biggest mistake of your life by adopting him. It didn’t bother you, if anything you found it rather endearing. It was adorable that he called himself your worst nightmare, but did very little to terrorise you except the typical cat behaviour of being a minor nuisance. You were wise enough not to ever say that to him, though.
The bond between you was unspoken, but strong. And after today, you could only assume that it was unbreakable, too.
The sound of the spoon hitting against your coffee mug as you stirred your beverage made you cringe, the light contact echoing in your head. Your hands trembled as you brought the cup up to your lips, letting out a soft sigh of content when the warm liquid soothed your aching throat.
Your feline companion was staring at you from across the room, his tail swishing behind him as he watched you. You were acting strange. Usually you would try to strike up a conversation with him - not that he would ever talk back, but he had grown used to your ramblings about the dream you had or the things you were planning to do later. But it was quiet on your end this morning. Too quiet… In fact, almost everything about you was off today now that he was really looking at you. Did your hands always shake when you were holding something? No, your legs were trembling too… Were you cold?
You raised your head from staring at the liquid in your mug, shrinking back when you saw Scaramouche glaring at you intensely. He huffed quietly, breaking his gaze to stare out of the window, crossing his arms over his chest. It wasn’t his problem. You weren’t his problem. You were just a roommate as far as he was concerned, nothing more. Why should he care about you not acting like yourself? Good riddance, your constant chatter was annoying anyway.
His ear twitched when he heard you grab a second mug, knowing what was coming. You carefully stirred the honey in with the warm milk, taking a little longer than usual before shuffling over towards him.
“Here,” You offered with a fragile smile. “Sorry it took so long.” Any other day, he would’ve refused your gesture and drunk the contents when you weren’t looking, but today… Even he didn’t have the heart to turn you away.
“You look awful.” He told you bluntly, holding the drink close to his chest. His ear twitched yet again when all you did was continue to smile at him. Ugh, you were no fun, barely giving a reaction to his insults anymore. Still, this time he was simply speaking his mind. You did look awful, the dark shadows under your eyes only looking more prominent now that he could see your face up close.
“Do I? Well… I haven’t had a shower yet.” You shrugged, taking another small sip of your own drink.
“I don’t think it has anything to do with that.” He mumbled, nursing from his own mug. You sighed heavily, not in the mood for his usual round of teasing. All you wanted to do was go back to bed. He raised an eyebrow at you, but said nothing, getting the hint that maybe today he should leave you alone. After a few moments, you placed your empty cup on the table, making a mental note to clear it away later before making your way to the bathroom. Maybe after your shower, you’d feel better.
Your steps were slow but you were barely moving, the door you were desperately trying to get to feeling more like a static image than a destination. When you leaned against the wall for support, Scaramouche’s head perked up again. He called your name hesitantly, rising from where he was seated on the couch. You didn’t respond.
“Hey…” He started, but he’d never finish. His body moved before he even realised what he was doing, catching your falling figure when your hand slipped. He called your name again but it was no use.
You were hot- no, you were burning up, your skin feeling clammy underneath his fingertips. He’d never seen someone in such a state before. It worried him. Beneath your heavy panting, you could hear a soft voice mumbling something you couldn’t understand before the blurry image of your companion's worried face above you faded into darkness. Your name was the last thing you heard.
Something firm was pressing against the side of your head when you started to stir. A hand was on top of your own limp one by your side, gripping it tightly, desperately like a lifeline. When your eyes opened, the first thing you noticed was that surprisingly, you weren’t left on the floor or even on the couch in the living room. Instead, you were back in your room, swaddled in blankets with a damp cloth on your forehead. With the burnt orange and soft pink hues shining through your window and illuminating the room, you could only assume you had been out for quite a while.
“Please…” A small voice whispered quietly against your temple, hand tightening around yours. You must’ve really been out of it if you didn’t wake up from this almost bruising grip.
“Not them, too…”
Of course you recognised that voice, but never had you heard such tenderness from it. Perhaps you were still dreaming? He’d never been this soft with you, even in his rare moments of vulnerability. You let out a pained groan as your hand strained to squeeze his, forcing your heavy eyes to finally open. The head pressed against yours immediately sprung up, his breath stilling in anticipation.
“Scara…?” You croaked out, raising your head slightly. The two of you looked at each for a moment, and although your vision was hazy, you were sure you saw the feline’s eyes glassy with unshed tears. His gaze then turned sharp, as well as his ears. With his sharp fangs bared and his claws barely contained, you screwed your eyes shut to brace yourself.
But the attack you expected never came. Trembling arms embraced you tightly, pulling you against a warm chest. A hand rested against the back of your head, only pulling you further into the comforting hold. Your own arms stayed limp at your side, too in shock to properly register what was going on. His ears were flattened down against his head, tail curling around you to make sure you wouldn’t pull away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed against your neck, but there was barely any bite in his voice. It sounded more like a pained whimper than the intimidating growl he was going for.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding, carefully returning the hug. “Sorry…” His hold on you tightened. Neither of you mention the wetness on your neck.
“Don’t do that again.” You had never heard his voice sound so quiet before. You nodded slowly, letting your heavy head rest against his shoulder. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you faintly registered this was the first time the two of you have ever hugged. It felt… Nice. Like here, in his embrace, nothing could get you. With him, you were safe. A tightness restricted your throat, causing you to cough quietly in your hand, your whole body trembling in pain.
“Here, lay down.” Gently, he lowered your body that was in his arms back against the mattress, making sure your head was comfortable against your pillow. You groaned quietly once again, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and heavy eyes. His face had completely changed, eyebrows furrowed and flat ears still pressed firmly against his head.
“Are you okay?” You managed to choke out, causing him to scoff quietly.
“Really? You’re asking me that, when you’re the one who can barely move?”
You shrugged your shoulders, earning a heavy sigh from him. “What happened back there anyway?”
Again, you shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t realise how bad my sickness was…”
“Sick? So you’re not…” His voice trailed off. Confused, you tilted your head to look at him. His gaze seemed to fixate on the floor, and a visible wave of relief washed over his features. “Of course you’re sick.” He chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head at himself. In his previous home, his master was almost never at home, therefore he’d never seen anyone get as weak as this just from something as common as a cold. Still, he wasn’t entirely clueless, he did know at least a few actions you were supposed to take when someone was sick.
You hummed quietly, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Wait.” He called out quietly, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly. “You need to eat something. Just… Just stay awake until you eat, got it?” Once again, you hummed softly, nodding your head slowly. He seemed satisfied with that, sliding off the bed carefully.
“Scara?”
“What?”
You smiled slightly, pulling the covers over your body tighter. “Thank you…”
He stilled, his eyes widening slightly, one of his ears twitching lightly in response. Shaking his head, he turned away quickly, hoping you didn’t notice how easily his cheeks became the colour of cherry blossom petals. “…Whatever.”
And so you waited patiently, fighting off slumber until your companion came back. After he fed you - the image of him pouting as he held up the spoon to your mouth to feed you some soup is still fresh in your mind, you were free to finally sleep (once he made sure you were going to wake up anyway). As he was making his way out of your room however, you very gently grabbed onto the end of his tail. He whipped around, about to scold you for touching him like that, until he saw the look on your face.
“Stay with me?” How could he refuse when you looked so fragile? He let out a soft huff before getting under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you carefully. The both of you smiled slightly, snuggling into each other. A foreign noise started to emanate from deep within his chest, powerful vibrations warming your body to the core. Purring. Scaramouche was purring.
“Goodnight, Scara.” You whispered, boldly pressing a sweet kiss to his chest. His tail curls around you once again, vibrant eyes finally slipping closed after torturous ordeal that had been today. The thought of almost losing you made his arms tighten, caging you within his protective hold.
“Yeah. Night.” He doubted he’d be able to sleep very much after this. How troublesome you were, making him worry like that. Weak human. But he supposed after all of this- his thoughts pause for a moment so he could press his lips against the crown of your head.
You were his human now.
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dherblay · 1 year
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wanderer / scaramouche cat icons
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kaeru-bb · 1 year
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stray cat
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schmellows · 1 year
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sh1-n0bu · 1 year
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Kabukimeowmeow pregnant
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lmaoooo i have a cat and she never really eats that much in one sitting so i would prob freak out and react the same way😭😭
also i was just watching videos of scarameow on tiktok. perfect timing😙
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iruiji · 1 year
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Since I'm having a bit of a problem getting motivation for the Fungi and Sagau, imma just drop some Scaramouche crumbs as a cat.
Yes.
And this is also a gift to all my followers. Oh man I got 160+ of you I don't even know how-
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I have no deep knowledge of felines, but our family does own several of them, so some would be from my observations mostly.
So, to start off, I picture you meeting Scaramouche as a kitten, dripping like a wet rat from hiding in an inconspicuous alley somewhere.
You, being an animal lover, immediately took off your jacket to cover the poor thing in warmth, only to be hissed and clawed at - little guy would probably murder you the moment you stepped closer, so you baited him with some cat food you always bring to feed strays that you might encounter.
Took almost a full 3 hours, but poor bloke probably got tired of shivering and walked towards you, warning in its eyes as it chomped down on the soggy food. You almost cried at the defeated look on its face.
You offered the jacket again, and this time the kitten buried its face on the warm cotton after some sniffing. Told him you'd get up to carry him home, and it just closed its eyes. You get your handkerchief from your bag to at least dry his fur a little - poor thing is very, very cold.
The moment you get home you immediately turned on the heater, and seated yourself beside it, but not before getting a thick blanket first and replacing the dripping jacket. You made a tight bundle out of it with the kitten to change your clothes and then went back to cuddling him.
A hiss suddenly woke you up from your slumber, only to see the kitten yowling in his haste to free itself from the blanket. You snort and expertly avoid the little swipes he made at you while you untie the blanket.
Dude literally flies past you and jumps on the top of the cabinet with ease, growling when you tried to reach for him. Another flurry of swipes met your hand when you attempt a second try of getting him down.
Right.
You gave it some wet food and water while it perches itself on its place, and then made a small bed from an old fleece blanket. He sniffs at it, peed, before giving you a somewhat haughty look. You swear it looks like a smirk.
Another bed was made, this time out of cotton, and it too was rejected with a mighty push from the kitten - landing sadly on the floor with a flop.
Tried silk just to fuck with him, only to be shredded into smithereens the moment you placed it on the varnished wood with a mighty yowl.
A resounding no, then.
As a last resort, since you have limited types of fabrics (you mostly have cotton), you gave him one of your memory foam pillows, and it was met with a.. peaceful.. approach?
He rolled on it once, and never got up.
You pinch the bridge of your nose in resignation.
Thus, Kunikuzushi was named. Country Destroyer. Fitting.
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The rest of the first week you learned what he likes: soft surfaces (mostly memory foam beds), mackerel (he vehemently refused to eat cat food, and if you try to make him eat it, pray to whoever God you believe that you'll survive his unrelenting swipes), warm baths, being left alone (DO NOT SNEAK ON HIM YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED), and sleeping, mostly.
He dislikes touching (with a vengeance - but you're working on that because poor bloke looked like he desperately wanted to cuddle sometimes with how he rolls and rolls on the bed until you gave him a blanket) (you can also imagine just how his first rodeo with the Vet went), cat food (DUH), other cats (you're HIS), other people (again, you're HIS), and loud noises. Poor bloke nearly jumped from the window when you broke a glass once and did not eat for almost a day with how much he's shivering (he was given a small doll of a boy that day, which thankfully, survived his tastes).
So.. imagine your shock when in the middle of winter, you tried calling him for cuddles, and he looks at you - like really looked at you, before he slowly crawls on your lap and practically flops himself down.
Boy, you probably need to see a doctor with how far your eyes bulged out from their sockets. Can you still breathe? With me: one, two, three, four..
Now, imagine when you finally mustered up the courage to pet him and he purred-
Reader.exe has stopped working.
(Hold on, I am being overwhelmed myself, lemme just get a glass of water before I faint..)
After that one incident, things got a little bit more.. peaceful. Just a bit. He still hates touches and will go at you like a madman if he ever sees you attempting to give him those horrendous cat food or cuddles.
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The big change happened when you two were living together for seven months - he looked bigger and healthier and you were always proud of him when you see him lounging as a loaf by the window, basking under the comfortable heat of the sun. To think he was as small as a rat before!
He's deeeefintely the type to push items from the table as he looked at you, taunting you to dare and stop him. He'd had broken ten glass as this is being written.
But Kuni is rather tamed now, and doesn't easily swipe at you, although he gives you judging looks after doing something stupid (burning food or tripping and being clumsy in general) that makes your skin crawl sometimes. He does meow a bit when you get injured sometimes though, and that's one of the rare times where you are permitted to cuddle with him.
He went outside like 6 times in that period - the last three happening at the 6th month because he just doesn't want to interact with anyone else.
So yeah. You got off work, ready to go home to your beloved terror of a cat, only to panic when you found your place trashed when you opened the door, Kuni dangling in the hands of a man trying to suffocate him.
You didn't even think and body-slammed that asshole like a champ. He hit the wall hard but was able to recover to land a solid right hook and then you're on the floor with bloodied lip. Then you heard what probably terrify other people (you're just used to it as this point), a loud yowl, before Kuni was descending like an irked God intent on enacting his punishment.
The screams, although horrifying, was somewhat music to your ears at that moment.
Police were called as your cat growl, swiped, and bite at the man. You yourself was on the verge of fainting, so you try and call him over - didn't want to really leave him if the burglar becomes a corpse by the time you wake up.
"Kuni.. ow."
He stills and immediately runs to you, pawing at your cheek, mewling as he rubs your face with his own.
You let out a choked gasp, then it's black.
After that incident, his interaction with you increased - from sitting on your lap, rubbing himself on your leg, to sleeping next to you. It's not an everyday occurrence, of course, but it's as if he's given you the privilege to touch him whenever he's beside you and just bask in it.
Hoo boy, the things it does to your heart.
A year after you discover him from the alley in the middle of a downpour, you finally gave him a small collar with his name on it.
"There! Awww, blue and violet looks good on you, Kuni! Do you want to try dressing up next?"
He swiped your newly bought ceramic cup from the table in retaliation.
That's 11.
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OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS HOW I AM RAKING MY BRAIN FOR INSPIRATION AND THEN I JUST THOUGHT, "HEY, HOW WOULD SCARA BE AS A CAT" AND THEN THIS VOMIT JUST- FINISHED WITHIN 20 MINUTES, NO LESS!! T.T
Anyways, hoped ya enjoy. See you in the next century or something. ALSO, THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THAT TUMBLR POST ABOUT KAZUHA AND XIAO AS ADORABLE CATS. IF SOMEONE CAN LINK IT HERE, I WILL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, THANKS.
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divintycure · 10 months
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oh scarameow.. what a trouble maker !
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hybridshadowz · 1 year
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A mutual over at insta/twitter drew scaracat as a cursed cat pic and this is my contribution to the scarameow pics
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aracenni · 1 year
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Scaracat <3333
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clairiko · 1 year
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scaracat under the rain 🌧
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verepfx · 1 year
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Cat owner!heizou w cat!kazuha and cat!kuni
Category:fluff, nothing much
Warnings: none
>Heizou had a job that usually took a lot of his free time
>so whats a better solution to feeling lonely than a fluffy friend??
>when he got kazuha he was told the cat was very chill, and boy he was!!
>he leaves the house at random times(though heizou could swear the windows were closed?) but always returns in time to cuddle with his owner
>very loyal 10/10 would recommend
>enjoys being pet on the head
>is very happy with the balance created with heizou, and the redhead couldn't agree more!!
>so imagine the SHOCK when his busy detective owner came back with a pitch black cat(he said he couldn't take care of two!!)
>was he getting bored of him??
>..no, turns out he had just found him in his neighborhood, abandoned by his previous owners
>heizou had noticed he was injured, so he took him home
>the cat didn't seem to have any nametag, so he decided to call him kuni (it was the only name he hadn't hissed at)
>the first few days kuni was very untrusting
>thankfully kazuha realized this and seemed to give him as much space as possible
>heizou tried to treat him as gently as he could and since he had a week off, spent lots of time w him!!
>first big success was when he fell asleep on the detective's lap while they were watching a movie
>you BET he took 100 photos to flaunt to his friends how "great of an owner he was, all cats love him"
>kazuha got a little clingy after that but heizou pampered him like usual cause 'how dare you think i dont love u as much little silly fluffball '
>the two cats also seemed to have reached a mutual agreement, spending more time together and being annoyingly cute as ever
>long story short when kuni's injury was healed heizou was already too fond of him
> the last straw was when he saw both kazuha and kuni cuddling together on his bed(and yes he had to rest on the couch instead but oh well-)
>and so he decided to keep the grumpy cat against better judgement
>you'd think kuni would be very distant, but hes very grateful
>heizou's the first human that treated him gently, and he truly felt at home with them
>so even though hes normally very grumpy throughout the day, at night he becomes very clingy
>cue heizou waking up to kuni sleeping on his chest(one time he woke up to the cat on his face) while kazuha is next to him on the pillow
> other than his nightly habits, any cuddle time with kuni is VERY RARE
>and no one better interrupt it
>once heizou was called to go investigate something urgently while he was cuddling with the two cats
>he ended up looking like the crime scene once he got there
>kazuha did lick him as an apology when he got back
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mochinochii · 1 year
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Art 7 of Portfolio - Neko Wanderer
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draconisvesperi · 1 year
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SCARAMEOW STRIKES AGAIN
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WE HAVE TWO SCARACATS NOW HDHSJAKWGWYSAIAB
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gay-salt-amber · 1 year
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What is making Scaracat cry 🤔
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Wanda and sylvie cuddling apparently
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exulzae · 1 year
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Scara icon I drew for my new side blog >:3c
also note: signature change!
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copperpotts · 1 year
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Aether and His Cat Gen Drabble #1
Aether looked down at the inky black cat sleeping peacefully, curled in his lap. He had only found him a few days ago, wet and lost in the rain, but Aether would do ANYTHING to keep him warm and safe. His heart ached for the small creature. The thought of him back out on the street, in the cold, all alone; Aether got choked up just thinking about it.
The cat was fully dependent on him for its survival, and despite doing absolutely nothing but love Aether back, and Aether felt like he was the one who owed the cat everything.
He reached down and gave him a little scratch behind the ears. The cat shifted slightly in his lap and looked up, blinking at him with sleepy eyes. Aether felt a bit guilty for waking him up, but the cat leaned into his hand and started to purr.
Aether had never felt such unconditional love for anything before in his life, and it felt a little bit ridiculous to him that it was for a cat.
Inspo: My cat has been sleeping in my lap all day and I would literally die for her.
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