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randomwriteronline · 2 years

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"We've never met him."

"He can't be that bad of person, because he's a gym leader. Gym leaders must be nice people, otherwise nobody will want to battle with them and they will block the entire mechanism, at which point they'd be forced to change their job for bad reputation."

"We're not battling him."

Lampent shined onto the water nicely, projecting violet reflections on the underside of Village Bridge; Eelektrik zapped the foolish Basculins peeking out from under the water to try and bite at run down shoes. They had evolved very recently, after incalculable harduous days spent trying to train where and when their masters could manage without having hands pulling them by the hair back in that squalid room to study until their eyes hurt. They were grievously underleveled compared to the starters of other kids.

"He doesn't have to be nice if we're not battling him."

They had never gotten to go out and partake in the thrilling challenge of getting all gym badges. It was too long, their parents had told them; they were too young, their parents had told them; it wasn't worth it, their parents had told them; they wouldn't have gotten far anyways, their parents had told them; they had to focus in studying, their parents had told them; they couldn't go and that was it, their parents had told them.

They didn't even have any Pokémon of their own anyways, their parents had told them - because the two of them had been very careful to never mention that Tynamo one had caught while on a fieldtrip, or that Litwick the other had lured along from the Tower, or the two Joltiks they had been hiding in a hole in the wall of their room. They had a feeling that if they told their parents about them, their parents would have made sure they went back to not having any Pokémon of their own first, and then beaten the willpower to go get new ones out of them the way they had beaten their desire to cut each other's hair out of them two years ago.

"If he's a good gym leader, he will be nice to us even though we aren't challengers."

The Trubbish they had managed to win over with the few snacks they had packed (much fresher than the stagnating garbage in the can under the bridge, even if the bread was old and kind of moldy, because their parents had the good cupboard secured with a lock so they would not be able to steal from it) snuggled comfortably in their hold, smelling less of rotting waste already. Both wrapped their arms tight around her and waited for the river to proceed down its course, observing the stream.

"We should clean up."

"I think it's better if we don't. The water in the river is too cold and we might get sick. That would not be good for the engine. Plus the Basculins might bite us."

"We are filthy."

"If he's a good man he won't care too much about that. Maybe he will let us take a shower in his home if it bothers him."

"Maybe he will yell at us."

"I don't think he's the kind that yells at other people because they smell."

"What if he is?"

The Golduck on the small island between shores looked at the small group with a low growl, shielding the pained looking baby of a young Psyduck parent with its blue webbed palm. It held the teens' stare for a long time; nobody moved, and at one point the Pokémon gave a gargling hiss and turned away, still wary.

"Then we won't stay."

Lampent and Eelektrik returned inside their battered Pokéballs without any opposition. Holding onto two different palms that raised her up in the air and swung her about in some kind of game, Trubbish followed overjoyed as she left the Village Bridge for the first time ever in her brand new life.

The nurse smelled the two kids before she saw them. They were covered in dust, grass stains and freshly earned bruises - one had a bleeding lip, the other scraped knuckles - and their only two Pokémon were possibly even worse off. They waited standing despite being told to go sit for their own sake; she offered them to mend their cuts after returning their partners, but they refused.

"We are off schedule."

"Can you direct us to the house of gym leader Drayden?"

She watched them all but bolt back outside, and followed them with her eyes through the windows of the Pokémon Center as they hurried away through the city streets without speaking another word beyond a pair of ‘thank you’s.

The man who opened the door was immense in his stature and width. His beard hugged the entirety of his jaw, jutting upwards to melt into his mustache and hide his mouth; it was grey, and white, and in smaller amounts a dark hue that could have been closer to either brown or some kind of purple, all mixed together, on his eyebrows and hair as well. His eyes were a yellow color - not bright or strong like neon lights through a pitch black tunnel, but not as washed out as they were in the pictures their parents had of him. He looked at the two scrawny, filthy, battered bodies standing at his doorstep from the top of his gargantuan frame, face all furrowed and furious, the replica of an annoyed Druddigon.

Their parents had barely sent him any photos of their children; their parents had told them he had only seen them twice in person, when they were very, very little. Maybe he would not recognize them if he saw them.

“Boys?”

His voice was awfully soft for coming out of somebody like that.

He had his hands on their cheeks in a second - hands wide enough to basically hold their entire heads in them, moving them around like porcellain dolls handled by a careful curator to assess the damage, check on it, figure out what had caused it, how to mend it, how to make it better, how to, how to, how to - and one of the kids could not handle the way his palms were cradling them, and burst into quiet tears that dug pale lines along the grime.

“What happened to you? Where are your parents?”

He was worried - he was worried, concerned, preoccupied, apprehensive, distraught, alarmed, harried, distressed, agitated for them, for them, for them, and it was such an incomprehensible notion, such a beautiful and oppressing idea, such an alien concept.

“We ran away from home and we don’t want to go back ever again.”

Drayden looked at his nephews. He hushered them inside, got their bags full of their few clothes and toys and heavy books and pens; he dragged them to the bathroom and got ice and disinfectant, and bathrobes for after they took their shower, and as he cleaned their cuts and nursed their bruises he asked how they got them (it had been trainers through route 11, and wild Pokémon jumping out of tall grass) (then they admitted, very softly, after they were washed and covered in bandaids and balms, that some were a few days older). He sat them on the couch and helped their cousin - his child, whom he had called over for help - make them something to eat.

Ingo and Emmet remained wrapped inside the blankets he gave them, snuggled close together. They ate in silence, under their uncle’s watchful gaze; they answered his questions once they were finished.

For that night, they slept comfortably on that couch, curled up around each other like they never could have managed back at home without laying on the floor, because their beds were too heavy to be moved from their positions, propped up in opposite angles along the same wall.

Their uncle set up another bed in his child’s old, empty room - one light enough to be moved next to the other. He would have had them enrolled properly in school in a couple weeks; in the meantime, they could get comfortable, ask for (mostly) anything, and train their small teams safely under his supervision.

When he took them to watch the hatching of the Axew they would have been given to take care of (the same way his child had gotten one, like he had gotten one, like his parents had gotten one, like it had been tradition in their family since only the first in a long line of Haxorus knew when), the twins looked at it in awe and held it tight, and they knew they were home.

#pokémon #submas #submas emmet #submas ingo #pokemon drayden #pokemon black and white #random writing #(slides in further along and strikes a pose) ggggggggggood evening #i bringeth more kidmas and uncle drayden #also may i say that MAN i LOVE trubbish. little garbage guy. unapologetically cute. i want to hold it and give it a spritzee friend

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dark-green-line · 2 years

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Tiny Child and Tiny Candle Content

The twins are young, maybe seven years old, and visiting Mistralton City with their mom. It was their Momma's day off, and she wanted to go to the item swap at the Cargo Service building. Now, the twins are happy to explore a new place, but a flea market type beat isn't exactly exciting to them. You know what is, though? Route 7 right next to Mistralton. They could see all sorts of pokemon they haven't before!

Their mom indulges them, but neither one of them has a pokemon of their own yet and she really wants to barter, so she sends the boys off with lots of snacks in their bags and her own Swanna.

Swanna babysits the boys really well for about an hour. She honks at pokemon who get too close for comfort, grabs them by the jacket if one of them tries to take off or go somewhere they shouldn't, and overall it's a fun afternoon of watching Deerlings play and finding hiding Foongus.

Emmet gasps, and when Ingo turns, he whispers that he thinks he saw a Cubchoo. They are sometimes here, and they've never seen an ice type up close before, so they start crouch walking their way over. Then, Ingo pauses. He's spotted something else interesting- flickering lights coming from Celestial Tower. Now, Momma told them very clearly they weren't allowed to go inside the tower, but he could stand at the window, right?

When Ingo turns to tell Emmet, his brother is already far ahead. He's reached the Cubchoo and is smiling, but also seems to be attempting to poke at the little bear. Swanna is trying to stay between them so Emmet doesn't freeze his hand off, but both pokemon and child seem determined to examine the strange Other One they've found.

Swanna and Emmet both seem like they'll be preoccupied for quite some time, and Ingo wants to look at the lights Now, so he wanders away on his own. He's sure it's fine, they can find him after, Route 7 isn't that big.

Ingo reaches one of the first floor windows and peeks inside. He sees some big stones and not much else. Did he miss the light show :( ?

Oh! No, there's one. It's...a tiny candle. The little pokemon was one he had learned about before, he knew it, he just needed to think of its name. Wick? Wicker-no lick- no...Lit! Litwick!

The Litwick had made its way to the windowsill while Ingo was trying to remember its name. Up close, Ingo thought the little candle was very cute. The wax closest to its flame had dripped over one eye to look like a bang, and Ingo had never seen a pokemon have bangs before. Or a pokemon with such teeny weeny arms.

Ingo introduces himself with a cheery, "Hello! I'm Ingo!" but notices that it's a bit more difficult than usual to make his voice sound how he wants it to. That he wasn't as loud as usual. Ingo suddenly remembers what he had been taught about Litwicks, which was that you weren't supposed to get close to them if you were unprepared.

Ingo is prepared though! He pulls out a snack cup and opens it. The Litwick chirps curiously at him.

"It's rude to feed on my energy, I still need it for the rest of the day! If you're hungry though, we should share my snacks!"

He sets the cup on the window sill. The Litwick scoots close to examine it, then picks up a sitrus berry chunk to taste it. Once they've eaten the first one, they start digging into the treat, and Ingo feels the slow drain he'd noticed stop completely. Satisfied, he dug out another snack cup for himself.

Ingo gets tired of standing, so he leans against the wall instead, and the tiny Litwick scoots a little closer to him. They munch happily together, eventually chatting together. Well, chattering and chirping at each other, but their both having fun, so what does it matter?

Ingo and Litwick are just finished with their snacks when Swanna and Emmet find them. Swanna is Not Pleased that Ingo went off on his own, especially without warning, but Emmet is happy for the chance to look at another new pokemon. From a safe distance, because one scolding from Swanna was enough for one day.

Interestingly, when Swanna tries to usher Ingo away from the wall with a wing, Litwick uses Astonish on it. Now, this is a big, old Swanna, and this little baby astonish does practically nothing to her, but she still backs away from Ingo, an idea forming in her head.

"Ingo! The Litwick tried to protect you from Mom's Swanna!"

"I saw!"

Ingo's eyes are blown wide, because it's the thought that counts, and Litwick tried to protect him! That was so nice! He beams (almost kind of smiles) at the candle. He does explain though, "That's my momma's Swanna, Litwick, she wasn't going to hurt me. Thank you very much though! That was nice of you!"

"Pretty useless though."

"Emmet!"

"What?"

When Ingo turns back to Litwick, the little candle looks embarrassed. Ingo doesn't really know what to do, so he hands Litwick another candied berry from his bag. Their flame is still smaller than before, but they look very pleased at having gotten more fruit.

"We should go," Emmet points out. He's right, but Ingo is pretty sad at having to leave behind his new friend. Swanna has another idea. She grabs his sleeve to get his attention, then points at his bag.

"Do you want a snack too, Swanna?" Ingo asks.

If Swanna could roll her eyes, she would. Why her trainer insisted on having two little duckletts of her own is something she would never understand, but she wants the boy to be happy, and she knows this is a good idea, so she patiently shakes her 'no'. Then, she points again at the bag, and points at the Litwick right after.

Most kids were given a pokeball to carry around even when they were too young to register one of their own. It's only the one, sometimes two, and they're less for catching so much as for safety. If they run into a rude pokemon with no trainers around to help them, they can throw the ball as a buffer. Every ball shakes at least once before it bursts, and it's a simple, easy way for children to give themselves time to run away.

There is another purpose to them though, and it's exactly for situations like this. In case they happen to find their Partner. If a pokemon wants to go with you, they don't need to be in a pokeball, but they need to be registered to one to prevent theft. It is also an extension of not just friendship, but commitment too. A formality, but an important one, for both pokemon and trainer.

Ingo has found a pokemon just right for him. His eyes light up when he realizes what Swanna is encouraging. He digs into his bag furiously while Litwick watches him closely, practically teetering on the edge of the sill to try and see what the New Friend is doing.

"AH HA!" Triumphantly he holds up his Just In Case ball. "Litwick?"

Litwick trills at him, listening.

"Would you- I'd like- I mean- do you want to come with me?"

Litwick's eyes widen. Before they can indicate a choice, Ingo tacks on, "You have to promise to only eat food, but I'll feed you whenever you want! Plus, we can be friends!" Then, he gently holds a hand out in front of the window sill, palm open for Litwick to hop onto, should they choose to.

For just a moment, Litwick turns around toward the tower. The little candle cries out, and several similar cries answer from the inside. Litwick then takes the offered hand.

"Cool," Emmet whispers.

Ingo agrees, but he's too excited to get any words out. Everything has to go just right for this next part, so even though he's full to bursting with excitement, he bites his lips closed and holds the pokeball out with his other hand.

"Yes?" He asks oh-so-hopefully. Litwick lets out a ghostly giggle. Ingo bops Litwick lightly with the pokeball, and they go in without a fuss. The ball clicks 'capture' after just one shake. Ingo has his starter. Ingo has a Partner!

His whoop of victory is heard all the way in Mistralton proper.

#Submas #kidmas #is that a tag yet?#fluff #first meetings #Litwick #Ingo #Babies!!!!#super singles

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skizwillsuffice · 1 year

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His smile is all knowing

#submas #submas emmet #submas kidmas #submas ingo #uh #I think he wants you to put him back #free him from this flesh prison #don’t worry he’ll be ok once he meets his brother #I have many headcannons for baby submas that I am so excited to draw #baby submas #pokemon

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skizwillsuffice · 1 year

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I snorted really loud at 2am last night then sat up and drew this immediately

#submas ingo #submas #pokemon #submas kidmas #you bet your ass the entire hospital came around to take pictures of this grumpy cat #their dad really be built like bootleg anime shaggy #they had never seen a baby so personally offended at being born #you can imagine their surprise when emmet came out smiling like a serial killer

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critterbitter · 5 months

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Things about your young submas twins art that I love:

1. Exceptional art just in general / The amount of memes you put in the Ingo catching his Litwick comic. Mad respect.

2. HUGE fan of how you write little Ingo saying dorky things like "jeepers" and "egad" when startled. (My favorite panel being Emmet getting shocked with him shouting that,, just amazing expression lmao.) Not something I've ever seen people write before outside of bravo and it's just really wonderful. The boys are at their best when they're being the goofy lil clowns they are.

Tiny Feet Tuesday

Here’s some other funny lil verbal tics I want to give Ingo! It’s mostly lil old timey one liners, and he’s very particular about reading so he doesn’t stumble over words. Emmet on the otherhand tends to roll his “r”s and beginning syllables when he gets really excited or annoyed.

Also WAaauGh ty for the love!! The submas brain rot is strong and reposts and comments from folks like you are single handedly keeping me going haha. (Have some starter sketches! Trying to nail their personalities.)

Here's the submas masterpost!

(Also related to @tjs-stuffs ask!)

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critterbitter · 5 months

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I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

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