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— Let’s do it, Crown-sama, — the suggestion from the blond-haired young man with glasses sounded like a deal, and only a slight smile at the corners of his lips betrayed his graceful complacency.
Caesar flinched as if from an electric shock.
Do what?! With him?!
For several months he has been teaching him English, except for sharp jumps to chemistry and biology. Day after day, officialdom gave way to nice gatherings with conversations about everything (sticking to the language course, of course), which resulted in an unexpected realization of communication of a more personal needs after classes on Fridays and Saturdays. And everything would be wonderful in the future, if not for this proposal, which gives rise to something sugary-unpleasant. The feeling of fear and nausea from the realization “I want it, I need it" began to torment the man. All these conflicting feelings were covered with sauce out of regret that it was still necessary to keep the “teacher-student” subordination, and not to get used to it and become “good acquaintances”, and in the end “a zoomates".
— I'm not sure it's even worth trying…— Caesar looked embarrassedly at the screen, squeezing out these words through his strength.
— Why?
— I'm too old for this shit, Ohizumi.
The young man bit his thumb, looking away from the screen. Things go bad. When Caesar addresses him by his last name, it means only one thing - he is more serious than ever and it will be much more difficult to convince him than when he took a chance last time.
— Crown-sama, you know how important this is to me…
— Yes, I am aware of this. I understand your feelings... probably(?), but I don't want to be thought of as something out of the ordinary after that! - said Caesar, realizing that there is something to be afraid of, or, to be more precise, of whom, — Is there no other candidate instead of me? Your classmates, friends?
— I thought… — the guy answered disappointedly, — it’s just, hmmm… You got into it so quickly, and I began to assume that you will not mind ... I understand, then I'll not insist.
The guy with his usual calm smile slowly nodded his head in apology, but Caesar realized that his student was more upset than ever. What the hell is he supposed to do?! Doubt against the background of the image of disappointment and the fragments of the dream of youth only aggravated the feeling of guilt.
— If it’s just so important, you say... — Caesar dragged out these words as best he could, not daring to make a final decision.
If not for the limited time, he would have decided everything a long time ago, but damn it, that “topic” really turned out to be a very bad mind trip, that having seen it once, you want to exclaim: “Fuck, I want more, I need it, I urge for it!" Everything that sounded from young lips seemed so tempting, damn! In addition, he'll be able to help the guy in many ways by taking a direct part in this crazy adventure.
James will kill him.
Finish him for good.
He'll have a heart attack if he finds out.
It seems at the first glance that adults can agree, but fears with their chthonic loops of childishness and ignorance control and bring to their knees the entire history of mankind with ease and spontaneity.
"Well… if think about it, really, what’s wrong with that?" — Caesar thought to himself, after which he said with a certain officialism:
— Introduce me to the course of the case again but in more detail.
It happened on the penultimate Saturday of March. His student, Ohizumi Manabu, after a series of Caesar's funny tales with salad croutons mixed with abstruse discussions for garnish, raised the topic of musical preferences.
Music is a litmus test of the compatibility of people worse than any horoscopes, lactose-(free), gluten-(free), and politics. This is an indomitable "cockroach", and if he "hits another one" after "I don't like this song/group/genre", then this person can be thrown into the garbage of the bottom of his heart without any regrets where the former "friends" and other social crap turn into thrombocidal compost, slowly killing the owner of the biological living apartment for bacterias and other small fraternal enemies of mankind. Sharing audio tracks can be very painful and intimate. If a person is desperate in his risk and decides to share a track that is like oxygen for him, you're chosen more than Jesus, Allah, Buddha, and other rudimentary superheroes of modern civilizations and deign to appreciate it as your personal shrines.
The exchange of tracks went on one by one, nothing stood out until Manabu asked:
— Crown-sama, do you have performers that you were ashamed of listening to while remaining such a guilty pleasure?
Caesar didn't remember anything like that, based on the fact that shame is a rare visitor to his consciousness, while still being accurate enough to torment the owner later. Expressing his complete lack of fear of experimenting with sound, he gave Manabu the green light.
— Then let me drop my favorite track for testing. You generally know my preferences, but lately, I've been leaning towards this. You are ready? — the last question sounded like a warning.
— Don’t test my patience Ohizumi, drop it already! — Caesar was outraged.
He noticed a certain similarity with young Lee in communication as if Lee were many times younger than now. The mad scientist from Landmark City also liked to make sure that all the results of his experiments would not affect Caesar negatively, thereby annoying him with the same delirium tremens as his skin. But then he treated him to an expensive restaurant, and for the sake of this one could endure such habits. The thought flashed through that he had not talked to him for a long time. Week? Month? Need to write to him later.
As a thin index finger tapped on the wireless headphones, turning on the recording, the first few seconds were quite familiar. "David Bowie? Hmm... what's wrong can be with him? - he thought, listening to familiar motives. Suddenly in the distance, when the music threw him into the deepest pit of the dark side of human nature, an unnaturally painful echo was heard through a familiar smile on the monitor:
♬☢.: *☆*:ℑ ϟ✞∀¥ И☮ЇḎℰḎ:*☆*.:☢♬
Manabu expected any reaction other than this one. He was prepared for the teacher to interrupt the audition after the first 5 seconds and say "this isn't for my taste." He was prepared for heavy sighs of patience out of courtesy. He was ready for sharp criticism of his tastes. He was also prepared for the fact that this would be the last track he would throw off at all. To his surprise, he watched on the screen as Caesar's long fingers gripped the rails of the computer chair, tilting his head. Yellow eyes narrowed to a tiny point, bringing themselves to blindness, and their consciousness to absolute spatial deafness. He was so immersed in a catatonic musical stupor that you could see in 1080p how the veins in his neck tensed.
The insane smile of the teacher at the end of the track gave a strange feeling of ghostly hope.
"I won't believe it if he says he likes it..."
— OHIZUMI!
—… yes, Crown-sama?
— WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! — Caesar exclaimed when he finally "connected" back to his office, sitting at his desk and monitor, completely forgetting about the rules of decency and his expressions, — HOLY SHIT FUCK!!!
— … everything is fine?
— EXCEPT FOR THE BIZZARE AFTERTASTE OF TOBACCO AND METAL IN MY MOUTH — I'M GOOD!
— Did you like it?
Caesar fell silent, covering his eyes with a large white palm, slowly calming down. The realization of some “dead point” has come, where it isn't clear what will result further if the brakes are released. Those images with hard electronic beats were nauseatingly close to him, reminding him of that dark past, which is unlikely to leave him just like that. But who said that he refused to return there, to savor all those feelings of hatred and self-glory? Ohizumi emphasized that lately such a thing is his stable choice, and this provoked all sorts of speculation even more. Is it possible that a terrible demon is hiding in such a noble and well-mannered boy, demanding destruction and chaos? Perhaps, with his well-aimed gaze, through his glasses, he saw THAT Caesar, a dreadful past self, who had been well hidden for all recent years? Why would he then open that Pandora's gas box? But what can hardly be called "music" turned out to be a good master key.
— Will there be more tracks?
The question of signing in the newborn contract of their so unusual friendship will warm Manabu's soul for a long time to come. Like rose tea, which is prepared with such love in the evenings by his younger brother Kataru.Praise the Braves, at least someone understood him!
— Did you think carefully before agreeing to participate in this event? — James said without taking his eyes off the evening paper.
— I appreciate your English humor, but now it was too subtle, shi-ro-ro-ro! — Caesar laughed, hiding his nervous notes under his laughter.
— Master will be shown on TV, it's so cool! — Andy said, excited by the news.
— No, the live broadcast will be on the Battle Spirits Official Channel on Youtube next Saturday.
— In general, it's commendable that you responded to help your student. This is a great plus for you as a teacher! In addition, I do not doubt that this performance will be performed following all the canons and rules, and you'll present yourself and your country with fulfilled dignity.
— It's good that I don’t have to fly anywhere, but I will have to leave you, guys. You know, these technical details...
— By the way, I found out about your student Marabou and…
— Manabu.
— Sorry. So, I found out that he's now the head of the council in high school, and before that, since the junior classes he was the permanent student council president, plus a three-time champion in that card game WHICH I ALWAYS LOSE! — indignant James slammed his fist on the table, then cleared his throat and continued, — He has an overall impeccable reputation, and everyone speaks of him as the embodiment of an idealistic upbringing and intelligence worth striving for. I feel proud that you are the one dealing with such a gifted young man.
— I agree... um ... are you so sure of me, James? — Caesar swallowed nervously.
— How could it be otherwise?
Such a simple question, but so damned complicated to answer!
It sounds like a threat.
An ultimatum.
A judgment.
James and all the rest of Caesar's entourage couldn't even imagine that it wouldn't be a harmless guitar strumming in a high chair! No, he had no doubts that the stern British gentleman would at least pretend that he didn't condemn, but Caesar, right up to the very “finest hour”, tried a new look of pastel-lilac lips, because after the celebration James would take him by the horns and forcibly wash mouths with soap. Also ears to boot. Or everything will be repeated in the same way as in A Clockwork Orange: classical music, drops on the eyes, all that, god please no.
The room suddenly became stuffy. An incomprehensible fear came, stiffness in the body signaling the desire to return everything to that island of peace and tranquility that he never had before. As a resistance to fear, the very blackness of the past crawled out, which had existed in a shack for so many years. She caressed with the tread of an expensive foreign exchange prostitute and the aroma of butane, helping to finally give up on the people's judgments and think about his interests and opinions about people and situations.
At that moment, when he was carried away from the glitched transitions of the track's music in his chair, he saw himself from the monitor in Manabu's young lilac eyes. The same modest, polite and tactful young scientist at first, surrounded by who were all categorically deaf to his personal experiences. He could refuse, leave as is, and respectfully retire, but why let go of a butterfly that can provoke the birth of a new evil worse than his person? Caesar agreed with himself: the second Lee's clone in his entourage is too much, and it may be good that both decided to do so.
In the fight against inner demons, all means are good, no matter how radical they are of the demons themselves.
Caesar opened the door of his booked hotel room, taking off the color of a nuclear warhead cap trench coat along the way.
The studio room didn't scream about pompous wealth, but it wasn't a haven for meth sessions at the peak of a career. The loft-style design was soothing and would certainly appeal to any Korean bloggers who make content for victims of abuse of any form. Those same videos of delicate shades about what they eat and what kind of trinkets they bought on a freelance or from parental donations, and that such a peaceful life doesn't shine for the doomed. A wide huge window covered the wooden floor with soft light, organically contrasting with the graphite concrete walls, incandescent lamps hung overhead without a lampshade the size as huge as the lampshade itself. There was a “minimalist greeting” on the table: several craft bags of tea, the same amount of coffee, 3 bottles of water with varying degrees of carbonation, coffee creamer, sugar, napkins, and a compliment in the form of a rice candy in sakura shape. The bar was empty, which is quite logical because people come here to take a break from themselves and others, and not indulge in debauchery and sin. Let's not upset the subscribers, who are deprived of such joys of the average person with their fucking braces, cogs, and dowels. Caesar didn’t give a fuck about the conditions, even if his room for a week was a pissed basement, and his roommate was the corpse of a black bum, decomposing in a neat pose somewhere in the corner. He was more concerned about the one thing he was here for.
Without sorting out his travel case, he walked over to the TV panel to find what he needed. A keen eye immediately noticed the familiar PS logo on the elegant white case from the distant 3021. Slightly moving, you could see the younger brother of the joystick — an elegant white helmet, and next to it were two sisters in the face of controllers.
"Bingo".
After taking a shower and changing into a more comfortable attire in the form of a yellow tracksuit with stripes from Uncle Adolf, he sat down on the floor next to the console. Breathing deeply the air of rented solitude, tensed shoulders, at least for a while, will be able to stop hurting with Atlantean muscle pain. His friend asked to be at 11:00 AM, from which his hands were shaking imperceptibly, getting confused in the profile and microphone settings, which in the end almost dropped the helmet itself. The initial training and mini-games that helped him get used to and get rid of the initial bouts of nausea were necessary, but unpleasant due to boredom. It didn't help to get rid of nausea, it began to go away with time. Or maybe he's sick of what he's going through? Face-to-face communication via Zoom is one thing, but in 3D space - it's a completely different level! A kind of surrogate for real intimacy, which already ceases to be one.
He hadn't been this nervous in a long time. How can he start a conversation? Wave to him with right or left hand? Will it be possible to hug, or is it already too much? Where is this eccentric card gambler, by the way?! Demanding that everyone be on time, but himself is delayed ... or does time flow differently here? Standing alone in empty cyberspace, where there was only a dark haze around and square neon tiles under your feet, was spooky, and boredom from those toys had finished the channel.
Caesar abstractedly began to sing, so that the silence with some incomprehensible ionic flavor no longer mocked him:
I'm in your area
I'm in
Your area~♪
— I know the first three numbers~♫ I'm in~♪, — a softly playful chant came from behind, — Welcome to VR, Crown-sama!
Before Caesar were two guys. One of them is his friend, the culprit of the induced fuss, the second is a chubby red-haired boy who ate a chocolate bun with an appetite.
— Sensei, although we are familiar, since this is the first time I see you so close and whole, I want to warmly greet you! — after which he shook hands with a virtual firm hand, — This is my younger brother Kataru, whom I have already talked about. Kataru, this is Caesar Crown.
— Is this your English teacher, brother? Wow! He's so huge! — Kataru exclaimed admiringly, jumping high, trying with all his might to reach the horns with plump fingers, which to him looked more like curls with cinnamon and orange peel.
— So… I didn’t know your brother felt the same way too. You said you don't have like-minded people...
— Kataru? Nooooope, he doesn’t particularly like such “creativity”. He will be present with us as an observer during rehearsals, tracking our mistakes and progress.
— Is that so?! Voluntarily?
— My brother is telling the truth! He's so cool that I'm ready to perceive everything that he listens to, reads, and says! He makes such performances, that's why he was chosen to open the event! Don't worry, I won't bring any inconvenience! By the way, did you have breakfast? I'll remind you when it's time to go offline for lunch and dinner! Where will the strength for all this come from if you don’t refresh yourself in time? — the boy said, taking out another bun from the backpack, this time with cherry jam, — Do you want it? I baked myself!
Caesar pursed his lips.
He became envious.
Even though the younger brother was absorbed in blind faith in the ideal image of the elder, this unquestioning behavior was very captivating. It would be great if something similar happened in his life. But there was no time for self-devouring, and the days passed in the mode of intense hard work until drop out, as is usually the case with most idols. Through pain, through a lack of understanding of how to do it right, through fatigue and a great reluctance to get up at 6 in the morning - it is through this forge of life that steel people are tempered, sparkling with talents. But Kataru, watching them every day, felt a growing degree of inexplicable heaviness in his soul and awareness of how his brother could be a completely different person, and what kind of teacher turned out to be the embodiment of the devil incarnate.
At first, Manabu didn't stand out. He still explained in detail how to set up avatars, switch them and apply various effects, with the inherent phlegmatic luxury. Caesar quickly settled in, and by the end of the first day, he began to put his vision into what they were doing. Under his natural pressure, the script underwent radical changes, and by the third day, there was absolutely nothing left of the old, more "light" version.
Watching this was unbearably hard for Kataru. Already from the first “corrections” of sensei, he wanted to cry and ask to go home with a puppy whining, and then erase his memory and forget what he saw. It was even harder for him to say out loud what he saw and “what is going wrong.” EVERYTHING IS WRONG HERE! Restrained from the desire to sound the alarm and demand to stop this madness several factors. The first is that everything that happened was fake, and no one will suffer except for the pixels of space. The second: even though Manabu went into a rage and ceased to be the beloved brother he knew, his eyes and gestures reminded him that everything was under the strictest control. For him, this speech was really of great importance, he wants to convey something important to everyone. So it will not be good to hinder all this. And the third: Kataru just began to understand that “something important” himself, which is why brotherly love took root even deeper with a desire to know Manabu better when everything was over.
— Brother, sensei, you're so cool in these costumes!
Kataru's delightfully described the excellent work from a good friend of Manabu's. The youngest of the Battle Spirits designers Chihiro-san, despite her tight schedule, took the time to model avatars for the performance, which will begin in about 3 hours. Caesar examined himself in a virtual mirror, noticing every nuance of himself, drawn with great love for work by a true professional. Blue patent leather with straps creaked pleasantly, and metal-studded epaulets with chains around the entire perimeter of the body made a barely audible melodic ring from every movement. Boots with thunder heels, a cap with mini circular saws, black roses and the BS logo on the side, a yellow stripe in the middle of purple lips, and small tears from rhinestones - the whole set of details gave a menacingly quivering look and emphasized the backing track of the composition that he and Manabu decided to choose. His partner on the upcoming show was dressed in much the same way, except for the color scheme closer to purple, minor differences in design, liquid black tears with sequins, and fake piercings on the face and ears.
Now James can officially fly around the world to the equator! There's no doubt, it's only a matter of time! The probability is small, but for sure even he will not raise a steel hand on a harmonious blend of strict uniforms with an admixture of colorful madness, which somehow earlier still doesn't revolt him.
— Are you ready, Crown-sama? — Manabu asked with his usual calmness.
— Are you still asking? I'm ready like never before! Let's "bang" before the performance, — and held out the cans of "Rubicon", — An extra sugar will not hurt anybody now!
The younger Ohizumi quickly took a sip of the mango bliss, but the older one was in the mood for a slow tasting. He was used to always drinking water without any foreign impurities except those that Mother Nature herself gave from a personal box, and such a kind of immersion in a new world of sensations was a novelty for him. After taking the first sip of the lychee flavored drink, he was transported to the wild jungle, from where he could hardly get out alive. But if death is just as sweet, then he decided for himself that he would not mind such an ending. With this can it was already possible to deliver an ultimatum on all fronts and stand on the other side of everything that the world has.
Kataru, before leaving for the audience, wanted to wish them good luck, but Caesar quickly dissuaded him, hinting at the fatality of a harmless step. Having talked distractedly, they didn't notice that it was their 4-minutes star time.
The two stood in the same direction towards the darkness. Nothing left.
— Can I tell you something?
— Go ahead, — Caesar became nervous from such a formulation of the question.
— I don’t believe that I’m about to reveal my real me before the eyes of millions. When I discussed this with you, I expected that you would dissuade, that you would consider this insanity. You could just gently move on to the future continuous in the past sentences, but no, not only did you support, but you also encourage me in this! It doesn't matter what happens after, the important thing is that during those weeks I have never been so free... telling all these theories, plans, listening to the same music... Thank you. You're the best sensei ever.
—Don't embarrass me, you're knocking down the whole mood! — he didn't hide that it was nice to hear, even if it interfered with the upcoming atmosphere of the holiday of total nihilism, — I only care about one thing. Forget me, but don't you be scared to lose your reputation after all this?
— Nah. I don't mind taking a break from the responsibility that I threw on myself. So I have one last request for you.
— So?
— Don't hold yourself back, — after which Manabu deliberately hid his eyes under the visor for a more mysterious image.
— BUCKLE UP THEN, SHI-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO!
Galaxy Watanabe, the permanent host of Battle Spirits, warmly greeted all the spectators and announced the start of the anniversary-friendly competition for the sake of uniting people in one stream of friendship and healthy rivalry. After a short but very encouraging speech, he started the event with a musical opening. Proudly chanting about the performance of one of the significant "heroes" of the battles, Galaxy invited the main headliners of the day to the stage to thunderous applause.
The hall buzzed animatedly with a social hive and couldn't believe their eyes, sharing emotions in the general chat. Messages from all over the world popping up on transparent monitors around the stadium, were full of a spectrum of positive, fear, and negative ridicule.
Sakura2008
Is that a President? OMG, this can't be!
kamenriderdumb
Glamorous fascism boiz anybody?
xxxO.D.A.xxx
What the fuck is a horned douchebag next to him?
UmaMusumeFan1
When I watched all the seasons of LoveLive! and polished on top with BTS clips under the reading of the Necronomicon
rowrowf!ghtthepower
Back to 2007 lol
meme_addict
The duet we deserve: a salad and crouton to it
fury_furry
Hitler and Goebbels are resurrected to become idols!
Cringe_Time
I'm Satan, and this is a chibi Satan
StepansUniverse
From the creators of Chip and Dale - Zig and Heil!
battleloversumi
President, blink 3 times if you're forced to!
Two men stood silently on the stage, one of which was remembered by most as the standard of correctness. Both somehow looked at each other strangely, as if they had mined the entire stadium and were ready to go to the forefathers along with the sacrifices. The host tried to beat out of them at least some answer to standard questions, but they continued to stifle with their indifference.
Caesar soon got tired of this pitiful action, piercing him with yellow eyes angrily, and with a graceful gesture of his hand asked poor Galaxy to go fuck himself and not interfere with them.
The performance began.
A deathly silence filled the stadium with poisonous gas. The light went out, and only a single spotlight beam was directed at the young follower of the neo-Reich. From the lips it sounded very tired and gentle:
ₕₒw dᵢd yₒᵤ ₖₙₒw?
ᵢₜ'ₛ wₕₐₜ ᵢ'ᵥₑ ₐₗwₐyₛ wₐₙₜₑd
Cₒᵤₗd ₙₑᵥₑᵣ ₕₐᵥₑ ₜₒₒ ₘₐₙy ₒf ₜₕₑₛₑ
Wᵢₗₗ yₒᵤ qᵤᵢₜ ₖᵢcₖᵢₙg ₘₑ ᵤₙdₑᵣ ₜₕₑ ₜₐbₗₑ?
ᵢ'ₘ ₜᵣyᵢₙg, wᵢₗₗ ₛₒₘₑbₒdy ₘₐₖₑ ₕₑᵣ ₛₕᵤₜ ᵤₚ ₐbₒᵤₜ ᵢₜ?
Cₐₙ wₑ ₛₑₜₜₗₑ dₒwₙ, ₚₗₑₐₛₑ?
Simultaneously hastily, the man picked up the elusive note and announced the beginning of the bacchanalia:
𝕾𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘...
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♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
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\ \____ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \_\ \ \ \ __< \ \___ \ \ \ __\ \ \ \____ \ \ __\
\/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\ \_\ \/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\
\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
\ \ \ \ \ \:::_ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:::_ \ \ \::::_\/_ \::::_\/_ \:\ \ \::::_\/_
\:\_\ \ \ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:(_) ) )_ \:\/___/\ \:\/___/\ \:\ \ \:\/___/\
\::::_\/ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \: __ `\ \ \_::._\:\ \::___\/_ \:\ \____ \:::._\/
\::\ \ \:\_\ \ \ \:\_\:\ \ \ \ `\ \ \ /____\:\ \:\____/\ \:\/___/\ \:\ \
\__\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/ \_\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/
ᵤ𝘴ₑᄂₑ𝘴𝘴 ᵢ𝚗fₒᵣᗰₐ𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗 ₒ𝚌𝚌ᵤ𝐩ᵢₑ𝘴 ₑᵥₑᵣy ₒ𝐩ₑ𝚗 𝘴𝐩ₐ𝚌ₑ ᵢ𝚗𝘴ᵢ𝚍ₑ yₒᵤᵣ 𝘴𝓴ᵤᄂᄂ
Yₒᵤ 𝓴𝚗ₒw w𝓱ₐ𝚝𝘴 gₒᵢ𝚗g ₒ𝚗 ₑᵥₑᵣy 𝚍ₐy ₑᵥₑᵣy 𝚗ᵢg𝓱𝚝
ₑᵥₑᵣyw𝓱ₑᵣₑ 𝘴wₑₐᵣ yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ 𝘴ₒ ᵢ𝚗𝚝ₑᵣ𝚗ₐ𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗ₐᄂ
ᵤ𝐩𝘴ᵢ𝚍ₑ 𝚍ₒw𝚗 𝚌ᵣₒ𝘴𝘴 ₒ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ ⱼᵤᗰ𝚋ₒ𝚝ᵣₒ𝚗
Wₐᵢ𝚝 ᵤ𝐩, 𝓱ₒᄂ𝚍 ₒ𝚗
Bᄂₒwᵢ𝚗g ₐ𝚗𝚝𝓱ᵣₐₓ ₒff ᗰy 𝐩ₐᄂᗰ𝘴
Sₐy w𝓱ₐ𝚝,
yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ wᵣₒ𝚗g
Swᵢ𝚝𝚌𝓱 𝘴𝚝ₐ𝚗𝚌ₑ, fₐ𝚌ₑ 𝐩ᄂₐ𝚗𝚝
Nₐ𝐩ₐᄂᗰ fᵢᵣₑ 𝘴𝚝ₐᵣ𝚝ₑᵣ𝘴
Fᄂₐ𝚝ᄂₐ𝚗𝚍ₑᵣ, 𝐩ᄂᵤg 𝐩ᵤᄂᄂₑᵣ
Nₒ𝘴ₑ 𝚍ᵢᵥₑ 𝚝ᵤᵣ𝚋ᵤᄂₑ𝚗𝚌ₑ 𝚌𝓱ₐᵣ𝚝ₑᵣₑ𝚍
Yₒᵤ 𝘴𝐩ₑₐ𝓴 ᵢ𝚗 ₐ𝚋𝚋ᵣₑᵥᵢₐ𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗𝘴 𝚋ₑ𝚌ₐᵤ𝘴ₑ ᵣₑₐᄂ ᄂᵢfₑ 𝚌ₒ𝚗ᵥₑᵣ𝘴ₐ𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗
ᗰₒᵥₑ𝘴 𝚝ₒₒ 𝘴ᄂₒw
Yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ 𝚝𝓱ₑ ᗰₑ𝚍ᵢₐ'𝘴 𝚌ᵣₑₐ𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗, yₑₐ𝓱 yₒᵤᵣ fᵣₑₑ wᵢᄂᄂ 𝓱ₐ𝘴 𝚋ₑₑ𝚗 𝚝ₐ𝓴ₑ𝚗
ₐ𝚗𝚍 yₒᵤ 𝚍ₒ𝚗'𝚝 𝓴𝚗ₒw
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♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/\ \_\ \ /\ __ \ /\ \/\ \ /\ == \ /\ ___\ /\ ___\ /\ \ /\ ___\
\ \____ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \_\ \ \ \ __< \ \___ \ \ \ __\ \ \ \____ \ \ __\
\/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\ \_\ \/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\
\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
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\:\_\ \ \ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:(_) ) )_ \:\/___/\ \:\/___/\ \:\ \ \:\/___/\
\::::_\/ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \: __ `\ \ \_::._\:\ \::___\/_ \:\ \____ \:::._\/
\::\ \ \:\_\ \ \ \:\_\:\ \ \ \ `\ \ \ /____\:\ \:\____/\ \:\/___/\ \:\ \
\__\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/ \_\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/
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/ /\ \ \:\ / /\ \ \:\ / /\ \ \:\
/ /::\ \ \:\ / /::\ \ \:\ / /::\ \ \:\
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/ /:/~/::\ /__/\ \__\:\ / /:/~/::\ /__/\ \__\:\ / /:/~/::\ /__/\ \__\:\
/__/:/ /:/\:\ \ \:\ / /:/ /__/:/ /:/\:\ \ \:\ / /:/ /__/:/ /:/\:\ \ \:\ / /:/
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\ \::/ \ \:\/:/ \ \::/ \ \:\/:/ \ \::/ \ \:\/:/
\__\/ \ \::/ \__\/ \ \::/ \__\/ \ \::/
\__\/ \__\/ \__\/ ☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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▀ ⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧⚧⚧⚧⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
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\ \____ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \_\ \ \ \ __< \ \___ \ \ \ __\ \ \ \____ \ \ __\
\/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\ \_\ \/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\
\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
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☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
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☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
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Technological progress carries a certain amount of permissiveness, given the blurring of the boundaries of the two worlds. Everything,
which is contrary to morality, becomes its new basis, rejecting everything “bright”, which doesn't give in return a million likes, a billion reposts, and dripping cryptocurrency tokens. Caesar and Manabu, changing the scenery and their images to match the text, brought these new common truths to the sophisticated viewer.
To hate is admiration, humiliation is respect, murder and moral destruction is the highest degree of love!
In turn, each of them seemed to be the scum that was sleeping inside them, trying to pull the truth with tongs from every soul that was staring at the monitor or stage.
Nₑᵥₑᵣ 𝘴ₑₑ𝚗 wᵢ𝚝𝓱ₒᵤ𝚝 ₒ𝚗ₑ 𝓱ᵤ𝚗𝚍ᵣₑ𝚍
S𝓱ₑ'𝘴 ₐ 𝘴ₐ𝚝ₐ𝚗ᵢ𝚌 𝐩ᵣᵢₑ𝘴𝚝ₑ𝘴𝘴
ₐ𝚗ₐᵣ𝚌𝓱y ₒ𝚗 ᵢ𝚌ₑ fᵣₑₐ𝓴 fᄂₐg
fᄂyᵢ𝚗g fₐ𝚌ₑᄂₑ𝘴𝘴 ₑᄂᵢ𝚝ᵢ𝘴𝚝
Cᵣₒw ₒ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝚍ₒw𝚗 ᄂₒw ₑ𝚗𝚍
ᵣₑ𝐩𝐩ᵢ𝚗' ₒᵣᵢₒ𝚗'𝘴 𝚋ₑᄂ𝚝
ₐ𝚝ᄂₐ𝚗𝚝ᵢ𝘴 ₐ𝚗𝚌ᵢₑ𝚗𝚝 ᵥₐgᵢ𝚗ₐ
Gₑ𝚝𝚝ᵢ𝚗g 𝚍ᵤ𝘴𝚝y ₒ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝘴𝓱ₑᄂf
ₑ𝚗𝚝ₑᵣ 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝐩ᵢg𝘴 𝚍ₒ𝚗'𝚝 gₑ𝚝 ᵢ𝚝
Nₒ 𝓱ₐ𝚗𝚍𝘴 ᵢ'ᗰ 𝘴𝓱ₐ𝚝𝚝ₑᵣᵢ𝚗g ⱼₐw𝘴
Dₒᵤ𝚋ᄂₑ 𝚗ᵢ𝚌𝓴ᄂₑ𝘴 ₒ𝚗
𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝚍ᵢᗰₑ
Fᵤ𝚌𝓴 gᄂₐᗰ 𝚌ₐ𝚗 ᄂᵢ𝚌𝓴
ᗰy 𝚋ₐᄂᄂ𝘴
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
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\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
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W𝓱ₐ𝚝𝚌𝓱yₐ gₒ𝚗𝚗ₐ 𝚋ₑ w𝓱ₑ𝚗 yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ gᵣₒw𝚗 yₒᵤ𝚗g 𝚋ᄂₒₒ𝚍?
Gₒ𝚗𝚗ₐ 𝚋ₑ ₐ 𝓱ₑᄂ𝐩ᄂₑ𝘴𝘴
𝚍ᵣₒ𝚗ₑ
Wₒ𝚗'𝚝 ₑᵥₑᵣ 𝓱ₐᵥₑ 𝚝ₒ 𝚝𝓱ᵢ𝚗𝓴
Nₒ yₒᵤᵣ 𝓱ₑₐ𝚍'ᄂᄂ 𝚋ₑ ᄂᵢ𝚗𝓴ₑ𝚍 𝚍ᵢᵣₑ𝚌𝚝ᄂy
𝚝ₒ yₒᵤᵣ 𝚌ₑᄂᄂ 𝐩𝓱ₒ𝚗ₑ
T𝓱ₑ ᵥᵢᵣᵤ𝘴 ᵢ𝘴 ₐᄂᵢᵥₑ, ᵢ 𝚌ₐ𝚗 𝘴ₑₑ ᵢ𝚝 ᵢ𝚗 yₒᵤᵣ ₑyₑ𝘴
T𝓱ₑ ᵢ𝚗fₑ𝚌𝚝ᵢₒ𝚗 ᵢ𝘴
fᵤᄂᄂ 𝚋ᄂₒw𝚗
A murderer in some sort of punishment cell strangles a female activist while another is filming a TikTok about it, and immediately receives an advertising offer from a large cosmetics concern for a series of ads “#youarealwaysguiltybitch”.
A charismatic preacher preparing his acolyte in a black suit and Nike Decade sneakers for lemon juice-flavored death as he tries to design a website worthy of being seen by the universe.
Two hunters in a beautiful garden shoot people in heavy shackles, sipping an Aperol spritz with the complainings that the “catch” has now become smaller and doesn't even try to resist.
The auctioneer and his protégé, holding a box of medicine for a terrible disease, beat money from the highest people of this world while they kill each other with their bare hands amid the stench of the rottenness of the poor.
A bus driver taking single girls and men to a meat-packing plant, so later a young cashier with a quick cry of “Free cash desk!” sold a special menu on February 14 to a fake couple love which love based on the exchange of referral links.
Two chairmen of the UN headquarters who broadcast from the rostrum plans of their worldview to a hall of hanged and shot representatives of the countries of the world, because a bullet isn't a fool dumb, and a rope isn't a cheap whore ...
...and many, many, many other images of a sick and insane world that are so organic to society, which is at arm's length for everyone living on this planet.
The new world order, the new norm of morality.
It is enough to remove pink lenses and gray glasses to contemplate with bare eye sockets with the risk of blinding.
This is fine. This is a blessing. Relax and accept.
And whoever disagrees with this or resists will also find consolation. A bullet isn't a fool dumb, as we say before.
Cₐᵣₑₑᵣ 𝓴ᵢᄂᄂₑᵣ, 𝚍ₒᵤ𝚋ᄂₑ 𝚍ₑ𝚌𝓴ₑᵣ 𝐩ₐ𝚌𝓴ₑ𝚍 wᵢ𝚝𝓱 𝘴ᵤᵢ𝚌ᵢ𝚍ₐᄂ 𝚋ᵣᵢ𝚍ₑ𝘴
Fₒᵤᵣ ₐᵣᗰₑ𝚍 fᵤᵣy ᵢ𝚗 ₐ fᵢᄂ𝚝𝓱y 𝚍ᵣₑₐᗰ ₐ𝚋ₒᵤ𝚝 𝘴𝐩ᄂᵢ𝚝𝚝ᵢ𝚗g yₒᵤᵣ 𝚋ᵢ𝚝𝚌𝓱ₑ𝘴 𝚝𝓱ᵢg𝓱𝘴
ₑ𝚗𝚝ₑᵣ𝘴 𝚝𝓱ᵣₒᵤg𝓱 ᵤ𝚗𝓴𝚗ₒwᵢ𝚗g ₑyₑ𝘴
Tₒᵤ𝚌𝓱 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝓴ₑy ᵢ𝚝𝘴 ᵢ𝚗 yₒᵤᵣ ᗰᵢ𝚗𝚍
Cₐ𝚗'𝚝 𝚍ₑᄂₑ𝚝ₑ ᵢ𝚝 ₐ𝚗𝚍 𝘴ₒₒ𝚗 yₒᵤ'ᄂᄂ fᵢ𝚗𝚍
Hₒw 𝚋ₐ𝚍 yₒᵤ 𝚗ₑₑ𝚍 ᵢ𝚝
ₐᄂᄂ 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝚝ᵢᗰₑ
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☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
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☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
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☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
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/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
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☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
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☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦
⚢⚢⚢ ⚣⚣⚣⚣⚣ ⚧⚧⚧ ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚥⚥⚥ ⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦⚦
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\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
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/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
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\::::_\/ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \: __ `\ \ \_::._\:\ \::___\/_ \:\ \____ \:::._\/
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Kataru had seen this about a hundred times in parts, and amid all the shocked onlookers, he maintained an imperturbable calm. There was a premonition that everything was being done right, and the result would be too predictable, as predicted by his brother and sensei. He understood when he saw how behind the next seat a man stamped his left foot to the infernal rhythm.
S𝓱ᵢᵥₐ 𝘴ᄂₐ𝘴𝓱ᵢ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ᵣₒᵤg𝓱 yₒᵤᵣ fᄂₐ𝚝 𝘴𝚌ᵣₑₑ𝚗
ᵢ𝘴 𝚗ₒw𝓱ₑᵣₑ fₒᵣ yₒᵤ 𝚝ₒ 𝓱ᵢ𝚍ₑ
S𝚝ᵣₐ𝚗gᄂₑ𝚍 𝚋y ₐ𝚗ₐ𝚌ₒ𝚗𝚍ₐ 𝚝𝓱ᵤᗰ𝚋𝘴 𝚝ₒ 𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝘴ₒᵤ𝚗𝚍𝚝ᵣₐ𝚌𝓴
ₒf wₒᵣᄂ𝚍 gₑ𝚗ₒ𝚌ᵢ𝚍ₑ
My 𝚝𝓱ₒᵤg𝓱𝚝𝘴 𝚝ᵢₑ 𝓴𝚗ₒ𝚝𝘴 ᵢ𝚗 𝘴ᵢᄂᵥₑᵣ 𝘴𝐩ₒₒ𝚗𝘴
ᵥₐᗰ𝐩ᵢᵣₑ ₒ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ ᵣᵢ𝘴ₑ
Pᵤ𝚗𝓴 ₐ 𝚌𝓱ᵤᗰ𝐩 wᵢ𝚝 ₐ 𝚌ᵤ𝚗𝚝 fₒᵣ 𝚋ᵣₐᵢ𝚗𝘴 𝐩ᄂₐ𝚝ₒₒ𝚗
ᵢ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ zₒ𝚗ₑ ₐ𝚗𝚍 ₒ𝚗 𝚝𝓱ₑ gᵣᵢ𝚗𝚍
Dₑₐ𝚍 ᗰₐ𝚝𝚝ₑᵣ 𝚍ᵢ𝘴𝐩ₒ𝘴ₑᵣ fᵣₒᗰ 𝚝𝓱ₑ ᗰₒᵤ𝚗𝚝ₐᵢ𝚗𝘴 wᵢ𝚝𝓱ₒᵤ𝚝 𝐩ₑₐ𝓴𝘴
Cₐ𝚝𝚌𝓱 ₐ𝚗𝚍 ᵣₑᄂₑₐ𝘴ₑ
Tᵢᗰₑ ᵣₑᄂₑₐ𝘴ₑ𝚍 𝓱ₒᵣ𝘴ₑ 𝚌ₐ𝐩𝘴ᵤᄂₑ 𝘴wₐᄂᄂₒwₑ𝚍 𝚝ₒ wₐ𝓴ₑ
𝚝𝓱ₑ 𝘴ₐᵥₐgₑ 𝚋ₑₐ𝘴𝚝
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Kₑₑ𝐩 ᵤ𝐩 ₒᵣ gₑ𝚝 ᄂₑf𝚝 𝚋ₑ𝓱ᵢ𝚗𝚍
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☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯
☪☪☪ ☫☫☫ ☫☫☫ ☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬ ☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭ ☯☯☯
☪☪☪☪☪☪ ☫☫☫☫☫ ☮☮☮☮☮☮☮ ☦☦☦ ☬☬☬☬☬ ☭☭☭ ☭☭☭ ☯☯☯☯☯☯
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♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/\ \_\ \ /\ __ \ /\ \/\ \ /\ == \ /\ ___\ /\ ___\ /\ \ /\ ___\
\ \____ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \_\ \ \ \ __< \ \___ \ \ \ __\ \ \ \____ \ \ __\
\/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\ \_\ \/\_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_____\ \ \_\
\/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/ /_/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_____/ \/_/
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢
☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢
☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢ ☢☢☢☢☢☢
__ __ ______ __ __ ______ ______ ______ __ ______
/_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_/\/_/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_____/\ /_/\ /_____/\
\ \ \ \ \ \:::_ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:::_ \ \ \::::_\/_ \::::_\/_ \:\ \ \::::_\/_
\:\_\ \ \ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:(_) ) )_ \:\/___/\ \:\/___/\ \:\ \ \:\/___/\
\::::_\/ \:\ \ \ \ \:\ \:\ \ \: __ `\ \ \_::._\:\ \::___\/_ \:\ \____ \:::._\/
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\__\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/ \_\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_____\/ \_\/
Gₒ𝚝𝚝ₐ gₑ𝚝 𝚝𝓱ₑᗰ ₒᵤ𝚝𝚝ₐ 𝓱ₑᵣₑ 𝚗ₒw
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yₒᵤ gₑ𝚝 ᵢ𝚝?
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The performance of the two messengers of evil ended with the use of a strange white liquid from a canister with tempting icons of toxicity and danger to mortal man. Caesar cheerfully poured it into a pyramid of martini glasses, spreading the chloride smell around the stage. Pulling out two glasses from under the bottom, the audience instinctively covered themselves and squealed, but the dangerous substance hadn't even reached them. He handed a portion to Manabu, after which both, crossing their arms at the elbows, clinked glasses and drank at the same time, not tearing their salty glances at each other.
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Throwing an empty glass container over his left shoulder, Caesar lifted the guy's lacquered cap, studded with white roses and a pair of twisted horns, and kissed him directly on the third eye, finishing with a touch of their foreheads. Manabu just chuckled lightly at this, closing his eyes.
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The play is over. The light turned off.
The acrid chlorinated smell was gone, leaving everyone in the empty bleached loneliness of the silence of shock...
...BUT NOT FOR LONG!!!! The hall exploded with shouts and exclamations, introducing the stage couple into confusion.
SailorAnxiety
MAMIKO I WANNA A FIC
Thomas_the_Dank_Engine
The boys have just done everything illegal on stage that is possible, WAIT WHAT IS IT POSSIBLE TO DO?
BoringNFab
AVE, AVE, CAESAR, CAESAR!!!
hospital_silence
Suicide is delayed. Thank you!
nanakigurashi
VOTE PRESIDENT FOR PRESIDENT
Derek_Hoofs
Meme FUCK YOU UNTERMENCH incarnate!
111!ch!BAN111
The president just pissed off all of us. Humiliated us. Trampled us. We want more, thanks.
TwentyOnePilots2000
They should be called the "Chlorine" group, who's for it?
UgandaUs
They tore the stage apart and also me so that I was reborn! Bravo!
xxxO.D.A.xxx
I take back the words: horned one isn't a douchbag. The horned one is awesome!
yaoi_is_a_solution
I think I become straight
StraightFighter23
I think I become gay instead
JewCrew
I want to get drunk with a pipe cleaner to die, be reborn and revisit this masterpiece once more!
NoidedBird
MC Ride is obliged to take you to perform at his concerts!
MyLifeIsAFootage
DUDES, "NO LOVE”' AND LIFE WILL BE SUCCESSFUL!
— What the…
— Your dreams of freedom from duties haven't come true, Ohizumi. People don't mind catching Stockholm syndrome, savoring it, and demanding more! How I knew that in everyone lives a sick lazy bastard who wants to do all the shitty for him, shi-ro-ro-ro!
— I don’t know how to react to this ... on the one hand, it’s terrible. I'm disappointed.
— And on the other hand?
— On the other hand… those who are intelligent enough will read between the lines and understand correctly, right?
— So far, I see that they're writing such garbage here ... — Caesar groaned wearily, when his eyes caught individual chat records on screens.
— Ah, that’s what you mean… The dark side of fame, Crown-sama.
— They didn’t go nuts?!
— Totally fucking nuts! — Manabu laughed, no longer watching his tongue, — Crown-sama, if after each fight I delved into who “wowed” me with my opponent, I would've gone crazy much earlier and wouldn't be standing here with you, hahaha! I have gathered a whole harem during all this time, by the way! I'm silent about the fact that my brother is also dragged into this. In general, don't take their fantasies to heart, let them do what they want... Crown-sama, is everything all right?
Caesar was tense, completely ignoring everything that Manabu said.
Chat messages flew too fast, accelerating to some elusive speed so much that they began to knock out traffic jams. The light flickered, changing intensity, and a couple of spotlights burst, shooting small lightning. One of Zeus's accessories fell right into the puddle, approaching the young man's feet. Yellow eyes noticed a harbinger of trouble, and Caesar hastened to push Manabu away from the source of danger.
Pain.
Takyon.
Screams from the auditorium.
Even more obscene chat comments.
The empty eyes of a student who tried to gasp for air and chaotically clung to Ceasar's blue jacket, after which pixel sand fell on his hands.
— Ce...as...ar...sama........
Out of nowhere, the music started playing again, and the computer-generated female voice spoke:
ɎØɄ ₦ɆɆĐ ₮Ø Vł฿Ɽ₳₮Ɇ Ⱨł₲ⱧɆⱤ
₴Ø ɎØɄ ₵₳₦ ₵₳₱₮ɄⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ Ø₱Ɇ₦ł₦₲ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₱ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ
₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₵Ø₦₦Ɇ₵₮₴ ₮Ⱨł₴ Ɇ₳Ɽ₮Ⱨ Ø₣ 3Đ
₮Ø Ø₦Ɇ Ɇ₳Ɽ₮Ⱨ Ø₣ 4Đ ØⱤ 5Đ.
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— OHIZUMI!!!!! — a hysterical cry through tears soared beyond the metadata chains, —
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Caesar, slightly twitching after the electric shock, screamed at the ceiling for a long time, looking with goggle eyes in a helmet and stretching his arms up, trying to catch those bits of his comrade's body. The cold floor of the hotel room he rented will forever be defiled by such a terabyte tragedy of a kilobyte man, and no Korean blogger can wash away this cyber sadness.
Is it over? Have they fallen completely into the 5D dimension? Caesar was horrified by the fact that Ohizumi was dissolved by biological tea in this dark spatial boiling water. Where is he? Where are the spectators? Someone bring back the neon floor tiles! The chest was torn from pain after the takyon, having lost an important component. The heart is beating with the volume of a bell in his ears, which means he's still alive ... or is it a convulsive augmented reality glitch and everything seems to him?
The contrast of heat and cold on his face. Something familiar and dear broke through the darkness, giving the long-awaited peace. White thin fingers wanted to touch the face to catch these pleasant waves, but the body refused to obey and only stay paralyzed. If these ghostly sensations suddenly escape, then he will not know how to live on, knowing the mystery of small happiness. It's good that their intensity only grew along with the blinding bright white light.
— Finally woke up ... oh Lord ...
Caesar finally got it. The warm beige of the ceiling, the softness of the sheets with barely noticeable flowers, the delicate aroma of Earl Gray tea mixed with the sharp leather note of Dior Fahrenheit, beloved by the heart. He isn't in a hotel room that he was supposed to leave on Sunday evening, he's finally at home, and next to him sits the master of that contrasting little happiness.
The rock man, a stern block of sonnet threads, looked drooping and troubled, which couldn't help but upset him. A thick cutting block of self-hatred that had brought him to such a point and couldn't stand up and hug him rolled up to his throat, causing Caesar to begin to sniffle.
— Don’t cry, or it will be worse, — the answer sounded dry, with a barely perceptible timbre of convincing oneself that one shouldn't succumb to these feelings.
— I'm sorry, James...
— Sorry for that? The fact that the audience doesn't know how to control their emotions, because of the herd instincts? This isn't in your competence, Ceasar, you aren't a professional shepherd. For that performance? Hmm ... — the man stammered and thought, — This is such an informal format, it difficult to reply.
— Have you looked?
— From the very beginning to the end.
— I wanted to tell you how it is at first ...
— I don't need excuses. If you expect me to chastise you like a naughty child and put you in a corner - I'm sorry, I'm not into role-playing games like that, and I'm not your daddy. My oracle and Mars in the angular 1st house of your natal chart whispered a week ago that you were up to something, so I'm not surprised. Stop, no, I was surprised.
— Do you mean "disappointed"?
— Don't put into my words what you want to see, otherwise, it will be sooner or later! — James began to boil, — I can’t say that I was very pleased with it! But I can also confirm that it didn't upset me too much. Because of the set of foul language and cacophony, you found something valuable, molded it, and were able to convey this experience to the viewer. From this point of view, I was pleasantly surprised. That boy is also not a miss ...
— OHIZUMI! — Caesar jumped sharply, remembering his unfortunate student, after which he fell back onto the soft feather bed from severe dizziness.
— Don’t worry, I was told that everything is ok. This kid is alive, alive, got it? You’ll have time to stupidly mess around with him as you get off!
— It's good that he's alive ... thank you, reassured me.
James paused thoughtfully.
"It would be better if you strangled me to death than tortured me in this way ... should I pray, or what?”
— He's an interesting guy. Potential, ambitions to the brim! Overplays in places, but the dedication and emotions were real. The message is more than understandable: in our society, in which such spectacles are only for the amusement of base interests, the choice of such a performance is risky, but in his case, it's more than justified. It’s obvious with whom he’s hanging around, — the corners of James’ lips lifted slightly, — It’s all the more noticeable from whom his tutor got some dramaturgy tricks.
Caesar closed his eyes with satisfaction, realizing that everything he had screwed up for himself wouldn't come true. It's all ok with Manabu, how relieved! James won't wash his mouth and ears with soap! In appearance, he isn't particularly angry, and judging by the short "review" if he didn't like it, he was at least curious.
— Your influence is an undeniable axiom, - the madman said this with great pleasure when on other days it was impossible to knock out recognition of superiority with a stick, — It's an honor for me to pass on your bits of knowledge to the younger generation.
— I would trust him to play Hamlet! Under my direction, of course. And yes — I accept your apology if it's important to you.
— Am I guilty?
— Yes, you're guilty! In your cyberpunk world, there is no longer such a thing as a “telephone”?! No news for a whole week, you could have found a minute to call me, is it so difficult ?! It's good that you're still alive after this situation!
— ... are you worried about me? — Caesar wanted to taunt caustically but changed his mind.
— 61. In the worst interpretation.
— OI! — Caesar was still not aware of that, — PLEASE FORGIVE ME, 37 !!!
— ALL RIGHT, I KNOW,I KNOW! Both 37, and 47, just quit these sniffs!!! — quickly moving away from the topic, James embarrassedly straightened the blanket and stroked Caesar's head between the horns with an iron hand, trying not to meet eyes, because he shouldn't know about worries — You will tell what happened after you get better. Only foul language at the table I will not tolerate, keep that in mind.
— I'm not going to, why are you thinking like that?
— How do I know what kind of “intensive” you had during those weeks! You also dragged a teenager into it, that's no good, — James said exaggeratedly at the exit, plunging the bedroom into dove-gray darkness.
— You think too bad of me...
— I always have a good opinion of you, even when you don’t deserve it, Ceasar… - and the door closed with a barely perceptible echo of indulgence, characteristic only between close people.
How lucky Manabu is, this son of a bitch, he's sleeping now without hind legs and doesn't react to any brotherly fragrant gingerbread and buns! In vain Ceasar didn't stop James to ask for a drink in his tea as a sleeping pill or to sit next to him when he fell asleep under their friendly silence. Only when he had almost managed to fall asleep, feel that a bedside lamp was lit nearby and someone sat down to read a book, sometimes breaking the silence by turning pages.
Here it is, the quintessence of the mystery of small happiness.
In the Internet club, his hands itched to switch the console back on against the backdrop of impending nervous nausea. He wanted to personally make sure that everything was fine with him, he wanted to tell him so much!
The same neon floor, the same empty dark matter of space. Again uncomfortable, again presses with an invisible weight. When Caesar noticed a familiar figure that ran toward him, his heart was relieved.
— Caesar-sama!!!
— Oi, Manabu-kun! Glad to see you again! So glad you're all right!
— I'm so glad that you've come too! I'm sorry it didn't go as smoothly as planned and made you worry... because of that incident... I'm sorry...
— Nonsense, the current just went on his crazy way! During my experiments, I've got much more pain from physics and chemistry, shi-ro-ro-ro! Why didn't it work, you say? Everything went in the best possible way! On the contrary, I should thank you for persuading me then. Isn't that what you wanted?
— Of course I wanted it! I wanted it! But I didn't foresee such an option that everyone would like the “bad” president so much. Now I have no way...
— …and that’s why you’re late!
— For a whole 4 minutes, I know, unforgivable for a punctual person like me, but Caesar-sama, it’s such a luxury to have the right to break the rules! I feel much freer than before! Of course, this doesn't give me the right to be impudent and become completely a copy of the idol image, but it's noticeable that I can get away with my past achievements so far. Whatever one may say, credit of trust is a good thing, when you want to back down, everyone will find an excuse for your words and actions. Also, the romanticization of this antisocial behavior isn't far off. Do new fans bother you?
— If I were in an active date search I would answer everyone and have girls' attention 24/7, shi-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro! I have never had so much attention! Tell me what have you been up to this week? I have a yummy treat for ya, — Caesar sat down on the floor and patted beside him, inviting the young man to join the discussion, shaking a can of Rubicon with lychee.
Manabu sat down beside him, snatching the treat from his hands, and they began to exchange news. During the conversation, Caesar began to notice that he deliberately gently avoids questions about how his entourage reacted, albeit briefly saying that nothing terrible happened.
— You know what, Ohizumi? I don't like how you act now. I sense that you're concerned about something.
— Is it so noticeable? Oh, this is such nonsense!
— Damn it, you drank brotherhood bleach with me! Come on, what has already happened, tell me!
— Seriously, nothing more...
— Did they mess something up with our participation? Well, you told me that you need don't give a fuck about these commentators with their hormonal nonsense!
— That's not the point...
— What then? Did your friends say something there?
— Something like that...
— So they aren't your friends, since they are blathering something! Wait a minute, — Caesar caught fire from such an information flow, after which a sly smile appeared on his face from ear to ear, — Or is this a special person?
— Not that special… — Manabu blushed slightly at this point and lowered his eyes to the floor in embarrassment.
— Isn’t that person you mentioned to me once that wants world domination, right?
Caesar had heard earlier from the lips of a young man about a certain "good friend" with whom he dealt during the last tournament. The guy talked about her with such passion, and it seemed that Ceasar was talking personally with Larkin, who decided to suddenly become a blond and diligent boy.
— Don’t start this… — the guy was ready to fall through the trajectory lines of awkwardness and embarrassment from such a personal topic.
Just a good friend, whom he mistakenly mentioned “kitten” and “princess” a couple of times.
Just a good friend, whom he helped to select dresses and personally chose pink, so cute, with lace and gloves, turning her into Manet-Monet's bride.
Just a good friend, with whom they examined a showcase with costumes for role-playing games. She wanted to be an empress. Even then, he almost got hit in the neck by her, saying that it was "such childishness" while hiding that he liked the costume of a policeman.
Just a good friend, whom he fenced off from a stubborn boyfriend and was ready to fence off constantly.
Just a good friend who, before the qualifying match, told him the same thing that he said to the teacher: “Don’t hold yourself back”
Just a good friend whom he taught the magic of performance, breaking her into the leading duel and making her the first woman to use Battle Spirit visualization outside the arena.
Just a good friend who came to comfort his loss with a delicious riceball and playful lamentations that if he were less ostentatious and more concentrated, he would have reached the final.
Just a good friend with whom one common goal, but different approaches to its implementation.
Just a good friend who now hurt him by expressing her indignation after his speech, threatening to push bleach down his throat, erasing all the laudatory odes of the world to zero just for this notorious reason. The world will not tolerate two rulers, and the palm of primacy requires the strongest to humiliate the weakest strong.
Just a good friend ... long time ago it was.
He even tried not to talk about this girl with his brother, the relationship with her was so ambiguous. Why litter brother's head with all this? Why litter his head to yourself? And now, not only the earth has gone from under his feet and has just begun to get up and forget, so here the teacher decided to pick up this harmless abrasion, turning it into a laceration, on which it would be more difficult to put a patch of ignoring.
— Come on! She didn't like what you did there? Or that you're closer to world domination than she is? How could your girlfrie...
— She's not my girlfriend, Caesar!!! — shocked Manabu said with trembling lips, choking on the Rubicon, — What are you ... she ... she is still a child ... we are friends ... are ...
A little evil kitty who loves rose tea just like him. Tea, which he can't even smell now.
He may be a master at extorting cards from opponents with his IronHeroSaigordGolem, but only she was able to steal his heart even without the help of the BeautifulHeroineCleopatra, taking away all those memories that were dear to him.
Caesar felt how the atmosphere was tense and how the invisible image of this "mistress" stood between them, taking poor Mark Antony as a prisoner. And thought that it was necessary to stop this, the sooner the better.
— WOMEN! There's no rest from them when they disturb us somewhere here! - said Caesar, poking his thumb in his chest, — Just answer your questions, only honestly and without any dreams in advance: is she a girl of your dreams, for the sake of who you can endure everything, even systematic negativity and humiliation? I'm ready to list many more questions for a long time, but you understand the meaning.
— I don’t know… it's hard to say... how did you answer all this?
— I ANSWERED - NO! I never even asked them!
— What would you say if you were in my place?
— I would honestly tell myself a big and fat NO! FUCK OFF! But I understand you, I'm... well, that ... a little, to put it mildly, "compliant."
— Sounds strange, but it became much easier from your answer... although I should have said it... life experience plays a big role...
— What experience?! I stupidly fucked women and didn’t fill my head with all this nonsense! — Manabu choked again at this loud statement from the madman, — Although ... maybe you are right about the experience. One day you'll be ready and will want to talk about something common and important with someone right one. Yes, and pushing your love stick to the right and left, you can lose yourself, and the person with whom it’s nice to just talk about varieties of tea doesn't live among these whores.
Judging by the relieved smile that gradually appeared on the face of the young man, for Ceasar it was the right decision to turn on the pseudo-psychologic mode for a while, without having sorted out his problems himself.
— When you love alone, call it what you want: slavery, affection, respect, but this isn't love. Love is always what? Reciprocity, Manabu-kun, reciprocity!
— What if I'm not sure about this?
— Come on! He's not sure! If you’re not sure, so it’s not serious and it’s not worth it! I really want to say that both of you ... but... hell with you, guys, I won’t say, otherwise you’ll accuse me of all sins!
Manabu felt a strong, fatherly hug around his shoulders.
— Of course, I can help you model irregular verbs, but otherwise, you learn from life yourself. At the same time, you “teach” others so naturally that you don’t want them to destroy you later with these hands, — Caesar grabbed the guy’s shoulder blades with his long fingers, — At first, I agreed to all this to allow to be myself at least on stage, but I didn’t expect that you and I are so similar in this. What a scums we are! Two scum who want the Great Destruction. Agree, not everyone dares to admit to the whole world that he's a bad and wrong person, poking their noses into their vices. I'm glad we found a more creative way to transform all of this, making us better versions of ourselves. And so NOBODY, I repeat, NOBODY shouldn't put sticks in the wheels. Not for me, and certainly not for you. You can conquer your own Rome if you want to, so exhale, fuck them all and move on! Develop, create, study, and then you'll meet a person who will not condemn your bastardy and with whom you can discuss what is closer to you!
— Varieties of tea, for example?
— If they will tell you in the style of an action-packed movie — then yes! He will also advise which one is the most delicious! And you know what else?
— What?
— I'm so proud of such a great student… no, a teacher like you. Thank you.
- Caesar-sama… thank you too.
The dark space around them turned into a sky-white gradient for the first time.
— I'll give you one last piece of advice that just dawned on me!
— Which?
— Do you remember the cover of "The Money Store"?
— Of course I remember.
— If for the sake of the “dream girl” you aren't ready to go to the store in broad daylight in only shorts and a dog mask, this isn't your “dream girl”. Understand?
— Yep, ha-ha-ha! Brilliant!
— Well done! I like Renaissance Ohizumi more than the Decadent one! Quit all these gloomy moods, better think about your new performance!
— Caesar-sama, didn’t you think of opening your Youtube channel? It would be a shame to lose the educational component of your presentation.
— Even so… hmm… I agree, but only under certain conditions!
— Tell me then!
— First of all, you're participating too! Second, we will popularize what is taboo! Death, hatred, aggression... abusive language, after all! I need some people to argue its benefits and necessity!
— Hahaha, I can imagine us sitting in front of a beautiful estate, drinking tea and talking with intelligent facial expressions for more than an hour about how swearing is good for mental health! Well, this will be useful.
— Speaking of useful, can you help me?
— How can I?
— Could you teach James how to play Battle Spirits? He constantly loses to me and is very upset! Well, he doesn't delve into the whole system.
— Hahaha! Okay, I don't mind explaining the rules of the game to Hook-sama in a more graphic way. When you're both ready, just let me know and say: "Open the gate! Let me in!" There is no more revealing way to explain the rules of the game. Playing live is much more effective than playing on the table.
— JAMES, HOLD ON, HERE I COME, SHI-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO! - Caesar laughed, rubbing his palms in a villainous way, — So, we digress, what is on our agenda: I went through the comments and discussed with my hubbies in my Signals conference... WHY ARE YOU NOT HERE YET?! I'll introduce you to everyone! We can also include your brother if he wants to! Where did I stop? So, I suggest that you should think about "No Love". HERE IS A HUGE PLATFORM FOR MALICE IMAGINATION, SHI-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO!!!
— Caesar-sama… I…
A pair of purple Orions stared inquiringly at the yellow Klondike luring into a new dangerous fuss.
His eyes split into red-blue filters, transforming into madness, from which he wanted to become a villain again. As soon as he is.
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— I'm in. Any ideas?
— Kimari! Did you even see the leash? I can’t find it anywhere, — complained her younger brother Kota.
— How do I know where it is? Isn't it on the locker at the entrance, as usual?
— No, it isn't… If I don’t find it, I’ll have to tie Safari with something and go to the pet store for a new one. Are you still building your plans for world domination?
— Of course, this is my top priority! The sooner and in more detail I think over my ideal strategy, the better for all of you, my future minions! Aaaaaaaahhhh, you knocked me off my important thoughts with your leash!
— Oh my, so scary! — squeezing his laughter, Kota waved his hands, — Okay, I’ll look again. Sorry, Her Majesty, for interrupting such important work, hahaha! By the way, would you like it if I take those berry candies along the way?
— I don’t mind, — Kimari tried to keep her pose, but Napoleon’s plans are nothing against delicious candies, — Go ahead and don’t bother me! And take more with raspberries!
She closed the door, listening to the joyful young footsteps on the stairs. When everything was quiet, she went to her bed, on which there was a laptop. We urgently need to turn on the same video on youtube, which she watched all day long. A thousand views can be safely recorded in its achievements. Especially the moment where a young man in the image of the master of a metaphorical bunker points rock sign and sticks out his tongue and sings a provocative text, after which, under peppy neon slogans like “Suicide is a choice of the new generation”, “Just fucking do it” and “100 % fresh” drinks bleach from a glass with pleasure.
Distracted from the loop by the mobile ringtone, Kimari looked at the burning monitor with the familiar number and didn't even move a finger to reset it. She considered herself smart enough to do just that.
First missed. Second. The third.
"Suffer, motherfucker."
After the fourth missed phone went silent.
She suddenly became uneasy.
"Fool me, it was necessary to take from the third ..."
Another call. Now it's time.
— Hello… I wasn’t in the room, so what? Well, I forgot my phone ... you must thank me that I even deigned to answer you ... don't call me like that, I didn't permit this! Yes, I don’t allow it… uh-huh… yeah… oh, that’s it… so, are you stomping over to my house or not? Ok... give me half an hour to get ready. Well, what do you want from me? Why are you so difficult to understand, jeez! Ok, get to my place right now already, otherwise I'll change my mind ... ok, ok, but first we'll go to the supermarket with you ... — Kimari answered, not hiding the mixed state of joyful anticipation with the seal of mutual arrogance and a pinch of contempt.
During the conversation, the left hand on the bed couldn't find rest, nervously kneading the skin of the dog's leash.