Fake (Dee/Ryo)
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kinkfestTitle: The Ground Under His Feet
Words: 2000
Rating: R
Prompt: #10. FAKE: Dee/Ryo: Shower sex - down on your knees, and thank Heaven fasting for a good man's love
Notes: I wasn't sure if the prompt was a quote or partial lyrics - if it was, it wasn't familiar, but hopefully I hit the right note with the tone of this regardless. Sorry if it's a bit late too! I picked all my challenges in the first week of July (so stoopid)!
Ryo came in, shut the front door, took the four steps into the living room only to drop his coat over the back of the sofa, and then kept on going. Not a word. Dee sat there on the floor in front of the sofa with some case files and a bag of crisps, his mouth open to say 'Hi' or 'Welcome home' or 'How was your day, honey' or something and nothing came out. The door to the bathroom opened and closed and then the shower came on and Dee shut his mouth with an audible pop.
So much for their dirty evening alone together. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed, but somehow, he also wasn't all that surprised. Things usually didn't work out the way Dee liked them to, and the look on Ryo's face... Dee shoved a few dregs of crisps into his mouth, wiped his hand off on the thigh of his jeans and then pushed the open case files he'd piled around him aside and climbed to his feet. That look wasn't something anyone in their right mind would leave alone, not if they knew what human compassion was, and definitely not if they knew Ryo.
When he pushed the bathroom door open, Ryo was standing under the shower spray, head bowed as the water turned his hair from blonde to mousey brown. The soap was still on it's tray on the shelf and Ryo's clothes were dumped in an unceremonious heap on the bathroom floor. The steam filling the room spilled out through the open door in a swirling roll of cloying air as Dee stepped in and closed the door quietly behind him. Condensation dribbled down the mirror over the basin, intersecting his reflection, stark lines through a dark figure blurring at the edges, a ghost floating in a white world.
"Hey," he said gently, but not because he didn't think Ryo didn't know he was there. "Rough day?"
No answer, but Ryo's shoulders shuddered almost imperceptibly. Rough seemed to be a bit of an understatement.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Ryo was silent for a moment longer.
"Not...not just yet, Dee," he said finally, and his voice had almost no strength to it.
Dee eased closer to the shower stall, toeing Ryo's clothes aside until he could lean against the edge of the frame. "Want me to leave?" he tried gently, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. But if that was what Ryo needed... "I was almost finished anyway. I can always see you tomorrow, if you need some time to yourself."
Ryo shook his head, and that was something, at least.
"Then what can I do?"
"I... Dee..." Ryo's look when he finally turned to face him was raw and even if it hadn't been blatantly obvious that something bad had gone down today, he would have known the minute he saw the look in Ryo's eyes. He was hurting; Dee knew he was, because he knew how that look felt.
"I-" Ryo began, and his expression twisted, as if he was trying not to cry. "I need...Dee... I want you... Could you... Please? I just..."
It took a second for Dee to process that, to translate what it was Ryo was actually saying rather than what he was trying to say, and when he finally did, he understood. People might say Dee Laytner was a guy without scruples, perpetually horny and opportunistic, and sometimes they would be right, but not when it really mattered. People who thought that's all there was to him didn't know him, didn't know what he felt for this guy, this crazy, frustrating, beautiful, brilliant guy whose heart was bigger than any one person's had a right to be. And they didn't know like Ryo like Dee knew him, how he was stronger than most people could ever dream of being, how he made Dee want to be stronger too. Seeing him like this, cut up about something Dee couldn't touch, some weight he couldn't help him carry, felt like a fist in his chest, squeezing tight. Ryo didn't want sex; he wasn't asking Dee to do it because he was horny. He needed comfort; something had happened and he needed the reassurance and reaffirmation and release that sex provided. Dee knew what that felt like; he used to turn to strangers for shit like that, when things got bad and it felt like he was the only bastard in the world who cared. Strangers were a poor substitute.
And Dee was no faceless stranger; he was someone in love, and he'd do anything, anything at all for Ryo McLean, short of kill for him and even then he sometimes wondered.
"Ryo," he sighed, reaching out into the heat of the shower spray to lay his palm against Ryo's cheek. "You sure?"
Ryo shut his eyes and part nodded and Dee didn't need any more confirmation than that; he stepped forward into the shower and pulled Ryo into his arms.
Ryo, tense even under the warm water, burrowed into the hollow of Dee's shoulder and his arms started to come around him. He breathed in, a wet, hollow sound against the sodden fabric of Dee's shirt and stirred.
"Dee, you idiot," he chided faintly. "Your clothes..."
Dee smiled softly, and tipped Ryo's chin up. "Not important," he murmured, brushing Ryo's mouth with his. Ryo's lips hanging open and wanting under his seemed like near on the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, but then again, Dee had always been a sensualist and Ryo, knowing it or not, was a very tactile man. He leaned down and kissed that mouth, gently, lingering, trying to communicate what he felt through lips and tongue and the careful press of teeth. Ryo sighed and leaned in to him, and under his hands, stroking, kneading gently, holding, Dee felt Ryo start to finally relax.
When Ryo started making small breathy sounds against his mouth, Dee moved on from pressing gentle kisses to his lips to pressing them against his face, and then the side of his neck and his shoulder. He took it slow, moving down, the indent of his thumbs there, the flicker of his tongue here, lapping up the warm water that streamed down Ryo's body. The gentle scrape of his teeth across a nipple made Ryo gasp and buck a little and then murmur his name. Dee smiled against his wet, heated skin and dropped further down, gratified to see that Ryo was getting hard. He ignored it for the moment in favour of trailing his hands down over Ryo's hip bones and thighs, so he could slide his touch around the backs, under the curve of his buttocks where Ryo seemed particularly sensitive. That move earned him a small shiver, but he kept going, skimming his fingertips all the way down Ryo's calves and then over his ankles, where, in the relatively small confines of the shower stall, Dee bent down and placed kisses on the tops of Ryo's feet.
"Dee," Ryo breathed and he sounded both touched and amazed, and from his place on the tiles, Dee looked up and smiled.
"I'm right here," he told him gently. "Where I belong."
"Dee," Ryo said again, and Dee straightened, trailing his hands back up again, running close this time to Ryo's now fully flushed erection.
"Just let me take care of you, Ryo," Dee murmured as he gently took Ryo in hand, leaned in to let his length and then the head brush slowly against Dee's cheek. "I want to take care of you." He turned his head and kissed him, and then did it again when Ryo had adjusted to the sensation, then slid out his tongue to curl it around the shaft. He murmured his approval when he felt Ryo's hand on his head, not doing anything, no pressure or anything, just touching seeking more contact as Dee finally moved to take Ryo completely in his mouth.
"Dee..." Ryo breathed again, this time almost moaning it, and Dee tongued the slit of his cockhead for a moment before closing his lips around him and sucking.
And Dee had always liked giving head - sure getting it was great too, but there was something about the trust inherent in it, and the unadulterated understanding of how good he was making someone else feel, like he was giving his partner a gift that he wanted to give without any conditions, without any desire for reciprocation. And with Ryo, sometimes Dee wanted to give until he burst with the feeling. Ryo in his mouth, his body trembling against him, his breath running increasingly ragged in and out of his lungs, his hands carding gently through Dee's wet hair, was beautiful. Ryo fighting himself, holding back, afraid to let go for falling apart, was almost heartbreaking. Dee moaned out a muffled sigh, changed his angle and little and relaxed his throat, and Ryo slid easily past his gag reflex and further.
"Oh, God! Dee!" Ryo gasped, and it was a shame Dee couldn't tell him to just let go, to just trust him, because Dee had him and always would. He'd be anything Ryo needed, for as long as he needed him. All he wanted was for Ryo to be happy.
The roll of muscle in his throat as he swallowed, once, twice; Ryo sliding in and out a little as he started to thrust, and Dee's fingers massaging his balls and the soft inviting space behind them, was all that was needed. Ryo gasped again, and then moaned, his whole body trembling as he folded himself over Dee's head and held on and came, and Dee held him back, let him move as he needed and moaned in unison and pretended not to hear the sobs in Ryo's voice.
After that, with Ryo's legs trembling like that in the aftermath of his orgasm, Dee pulled off one amazing juggling act, holding Ryo up, turning off the shower, stripping out of his sodden clothes and then wrapping them both in a bath sheet and getting them into bed. Ryo snuggled against him under the covers, half asleep already and Dee lay back against the headboard and gently, slowly pressed the water out of Ryo's hair with the towel.
"Mmmm, Dee..." Ryo sighed. "What about you?"
Dee smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his damp head. "What about me?" he asked, touched by Ryo's concern that he might want to continue. Dee was content to just lie here though, with Ryo sprawled warm and comfortable and finally completely at ease again on top of him. "Go to sleep, Ryo," he murmured. "Everything's alright now."
"I know," Ryo mumbled. "'cause you're here."
Dee felt his breath catch, felt something swell in his chest like bubble he hoped would never burst. It felt like happiness.
"I love you, Ryo," he breathed, but Ryo probably didn't hear him; he had already fallen asleep.
That was alright, Dee thought, as he snuggled down with no intentions of sleeping, just watching as Ryo slept. He could tell him again tomorrow. And eventually Ryo would say what had been up with today, when he was ready, and eventually they would get that dirty evening alone together that Dee had been looking forward to. And life would move on, and that was more than alright, because being with Ryo was like standing on solid ground; something that he never, ever had to doubt, and everything else would keep. For as long as Ryo would have him.
Words: 2000
Rating: R
Prompt: #10. FAKE: Dee/Ryo: Shower sex - down on your knees, and thank Heaven fasting for a good man's love
Notes: I wasn't sure if the prompt was a quote or partial lyrics - if it was, it wasn't familiar, but hopefully I hit the right note with the tone of this regardless. Sorry if it's a bit late too! I picked all my challenges in the first week of July (so stoopid)!
Ryo came in, shut the front door, took the four steps into the living room only to drop his coat over the back of the sofa, and then kept on going. Not a word. Dee sat there on the floor in front of the sofa with some case files and a bag of crisps, his mouth open to say 'Hi' or 'Welcome home' or 'How was your day, honey' or something and nothing came out. The door to the bathroom opened and closed and then the shower came on and Dee shut his mouth with an audible pop.
So much for their dirty evening alone together. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed, but somehow, he also wasn't all that surprised. Things usually didn't work out the way Dee liked them to, and the look on Ryo's face... Dee shoved a few dregs of crisps into his mouth, wiped his hand off on the thigh of his jeans and then pushed the open case files he'd piled around him aside and climbed to his feet. That look wasn't something anyone in their right mind would leave alone, not if they knew what human compassion was, and definitely not if they knew Ryo.
When he pushed the bathroom door open, Ryo was standing under the shower spray, head bowed as the water turned his hair from blonde to mousey brown. The soap was still on it's tray on the shelf and Ryo's clothes were dumped in an unceremonious heap on the bathroom floor. The steam filling the room spilled out through the open door in a swirling roll of cloying air as Dee stepped in and closed the door quietly behind him. Condensation dribbled down the mirror over the basin, intersecting his reflection, stark lines through a dark figure blurring at the edges, a ghost floating in a white world.
"Hey," he said gently, but not because he didn't think Ryo didn't know he was there. "Rough day?"
No answer, but Ryo's shoulders shuddered almost imperceptibly. Rough seemed to be a bit of an understatement.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Ryo was silent for a moment longer.
"Not...not just yet, Dee," he said finally, and his voice had almost no strength to it.
Dee eased closer to the shower stall, toeing Ryo's clothes aside until he could lean against the edge of the frame. "Want me to leave?" he tried gently, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. But if that was what Ryo needed... "I was almost finished anyway. I can always see you tomorrow, if you need some time to yourself."
Ryo shook his head, and that was something, at least.
"Then what can I do?"
"I... Dee..." Ryo's look when he finally turned to face him was raw and even if it hadn't been blatantly obvious that something bad had gone down today, he would have known the minute he saw the look in Ryo's eyes. He was hurting; Dee knew he was, because he knew how that look felt.
"I-" Ryo began, and his expression twisted, as if he was trying not to cry. "I need...Dee... I want you... Could you... Please? I just..."
It took a second for Dee to process that, to translate what it was Ryo was actually saying rather than what he was trying to say, and when he finally did, he understood. People might say Dee Laytner was a guy without scruples, perpetually horny and opportunistic, and sometimes they would be right, but not when it really mattered. People who thought that's all there was to him didn't know him, didn't know what he felt for this guy, this crazy, frustrating, beautiful, brilliant guy whose heart was bigger than any one person's had a right to be. And they didn't know like Ryo like Dee knew him, how he was stronger than most people could ever dream of being, how he made Dee want to be stronger too. Seeing him like this, cut up about something Dee couldn't touch, some weight he couldn't help him carry, felt like a fist in his chest, squeezing tight. Ryo didn't want sex; he wasn't asking Dee to do it because he was horny. He needed comfort; something had happened and he needed the reassurance and reaffirmation and release that sex provided. Dee knew what that felt like; he used to turn to strangers for shit like that, when things got bad and it felt like he was the only bastard in the world who cared. Strangers were a poor substitute.
And Dee was no faceless stranger; he was someone in love, and he'd do anything, anything at all for Ryo McLean, short of kill for him and even then he sometimes wondered.
"Ryo," he sighed, reaching out into the heat of the shower spray to lay his palm against Ryo's cheek. "You sure?"
Ryo shut his eyes and part nodded and Dee didn't need any more confirmation than that; he stepped forward into the shower and pulled Ryo into his arms.
Ryo, tense even under the warm water, burrowed into the hollow of Dee's shoulder and his arms started to come around him. He breathed in, a wet, hollow sound against the sodden fabric of Dee's shirt and stirred.
"Dee, you idiot," he chided faintly. "Your clothes..."
Dee smiled softly, and tipped Ryo's chin up. "Not important," he murmured, brushing Ryo's mouth with his. Ryo's lips hanging open and wanting under his seemed like near on the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, but then again, Dee had always been a sensualist and Ryo, knowing it or not, was a very tactile man. He leaned down and kissed that mouth, gently, lingering, trying to communicate what he felt through lips and tongue and the careful press of teeth. Ryo sighed and leaned in to him, and under his hands, stroking, kneading gently, holding, Dee felt Ryo start to finally relax.
When Ryo started making small breathy sounds against his mouth, Dee moved on from pressing gentle kisses to his lips to pressing them against his face, and then the side of his neck and his shoulder. He took it slow, moving down, the indent of his thumbs there, the flicker of his tongue here, lapping up the warm water that streamed down Ryo's body. The gentle scrape of his teeth across a nipple made Ryo gasp and buck a little and then murmur his name. Dee smiled against his wet, heated skin and dropped further down, gratified to see that Ryo was getting hard. He ignored it for the moment in favour of trailing his hands down over Ryo's hip bones and thighs, so he could slide his touch around the backs, under the curve of his buttocks where Ryo seemed particularly sensitive. That move earned him a small shiver, but he kept going, skimming his fingertips all the way down Ryo's calves and then over his ankles, where, in the relatively small confines of the shower stall, Dee bent down and placed kisses on the tops of Ryo's feet.
"Dee," Ryo breathed and he sounded both touched and amazed, and from his place on the tiles, Dee looked up and smiled.
"I'm right here," he told him gently. "Where I belong."
"Dee," Ryo said again, and Dee straightened, trailing his hands back up again, running close this time to Ryo's now fully flushed erection.
"Just let me take care of you, Ryo," Dee murmured as he gently took Ryo in hand, leaned in to let his length and then the head brush slowly against Dee's cheek. "I want to take care of you." He turned his head and kissed him, and then did it again when Ryo had adjusted to the sensation, then slid out his tongue to curl it around the shaft. He murmured his approval when he felt Ryo's hand on his head, not doing anything, no pressure or anything, just touching seeking more contact as Dee finally moved to take Ryo completely in his mouth.
"Dee..." Ryo breathed again, this time almost moaning it, and Dee tongued the slit of his cockhead for a moment before closing his lips around him and sucking.
And Dee had always liked giving head - sure getting it was great too, but there was something about the trust inherent in it, and the unadulterated understanding of how good he was making someone else feel, like he was giving his partner a gift that he wanted to give without any conditions, without any desire for reciprocation. And with Ryo, sometimes Dee wanted to give until he burst with the feeling. Ryo in his mouth, his body trembling against him, his breath running increasingly ragged in and out of his lungs, his hands carding gently through Dee's wet hair, was beautiful. Ryo fighting himself, holding back, afraid to let go for falling apart, was almost heartbreaking. Dee moaned out a muffled sigh, changed his angle and little and relaxed his throat, and Ryo slid easily past his gag reflex and further.
"Oh, God! Dee!" Ryo gasped, and it was a shame Dee couldn't tell him to just let go, to just trust him, because Dee had him and always would. He'd be anything Ryo needed, for as long as he needed him. All he wanted was for Ryo to be happy.
The roll of muscle in his throat as he swallowed, once, twice; Ryo sliding in and out a little as he started to thrust, and Dee's fingers massaging his balls and the soft inviting space behind them, was all that was needed. Ryo gasped again, and then moaned, his whole body trembling as he folded himself over Dee's head and held on and came, and Dee held him back, let him move as he needed and moaned in unison and pretended not to hear the sobs in Ryo's voice.
After that, with Ryo's legs trembling like that in the aftermath of his orgasm, Dee pulled off one amazing juggling act, holding Ryo up, turning off the shower, stripping out of his sodden clothes and then wrapping them both in a bath sheet and getting them into bed. Ryo snuggled against him under the covers, half asleep already and Dee lay back against the headboard and gently, slowly pressed the water out of Ryo's hair with the towel.
"Mmmm, Dee..." Ryo sighed. "What about you?"
Dee smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his damp head. "What about me?" he asked, touched by Ryo's concern that he might want to continue. Dee was content to just lie here though, with Ryo sprawled warm and comfortable and finally completely at ease again on top of him. "Go to sleep, Ryo," he murmured. "Everything's alright now."
"I know," Ryo mumbled. "'cause you're here."
Dee felt his breath catch, felt something swell in his chest like bubble he hoped would never burst. It felt like happiness.
"I love you, Ryo," he breathed, but Ryo probably didn't hear him; he had already fallen asleep.
That was alright, Dee thought, as he snuggled down with no intentions of sleeping, just watching as Ryo slept. He could tell him again tomorrow. And eventually Ryo would say what had been up with today, when he was ready, and eventually they would get that dirty evening alone together that Dee had been looking forward to. And life would move on, and that was more than alright, because being with Ryo was like standing on solid ground; something that he never, ever had to doubt, and everything else would keep. For as long as Ryo would have him.
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Date: 2007-07-05 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-05 02:13 am (UTC)I loved it.
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Date: 2007-07-05 04:49 am (UTC)I especially loved: Condensation dribbled down the mirror over the basin, intersecting his reflection, stark lines through a dark figure blurring at the edges, a ghost floating in a white world.
The imagery throughout was stellar.
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Date: 2007-07-05 05:01 am (UTC)I think it stands fine enough alone a a story with real characters and very real emotions that one does not feel the need to know who these people are. One could very well apply two other
peoplecharactres one knows and loves in this situation quite happily. ^___^ (and I did a lot! I couldna help it!)This was steamy-nice!(glasses should also come with wipers)
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Date: 2007-07-05 10:36 am (UTC)I love FAKE, and it's been ages since I've found a fic that I could really enjoy in the fandom. Yours was a wonderfully refreshing return to the fandom. I especially loved your characterization of Dee; it felt very true to him.
Gorgeous work all around! *hugs* This one is going in my memories for sure. <3
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Date: 2007-07-07 02:41 am (UTC)I'm happy you enjoyed it not knowing the series. Sometimes a little unconditional love is needed to counter all the angst; puts what's important into perspective, I think.
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Date: 2007-07-07 02:46 am (UTC)I only read the good parts out of volume 7
heh heh. Now, I wonder which parts.... ~__^
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Date: 2007-12-04 12:12 am (UTC)I totally agree with you about not being able to just read parts. Fake in a lot of ways has defined for me the perfect yaoi story - a masterful mix of action, drama, friendship, love, comedy and genuine feeling, with the kind of romance that works from eyes meeting to post-coital naps. Matoh puts so much feeling into her characters that when I decided to take this challenge, that was the most important thing I wanted to pay homage to...
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Date: 2007-12-04 12:50 am (UTC)To say it gently: The FAKE fics that don't get the characterization right are perhaps those which don't understand that.
FAKE is "the" classic for a reason, because it is a story of real people and real (read: difficult) love. Its greatest impact is through all elements of its arc, not just its sex. (I originally typed "smut," then rethought it: canon doesn't *have* pointless smut in it. It has plot-via-sex.)
To drift into truly aimless fandom talking for a moment - I am somewhat worried about Matoh's second series. I don't think that she, being so in love with Dee and Ryo and the rest as she is, could abandon their story in favor of plot. As an author who knows what it is to love characters for so long, as her author's notes have led me (us) to believe that she is also, I don't think that she has it in her. But I really, really hope that I'm right; I don't think I could handle seeing FAKE turned into a doujin. (Which then brings me to: What will the fandom at large do when/if FAKE2 isn't about sex?)
Back to your story: This all feeds into why I enjoy it so much, because it fits into canon in tone and in content; you include what Matoh might have, and you know the characters and their fears very well indeed. Dee has always hit my soft spot hard, in much the same way that Gojyo does; he has a very high emotional intelligence and spares none of it when the question has anything at all to do with Ryo.
Ryo is smart, but not smart like Dee is; here, he doesn't have the sense to realize that he can, and should, go to Dee instead of trying to shower all the pain away (cause that totally won't work). He's motivated by thoughts of others, primarily Dee and their kids, and so at the end when all he says is concern about Dee, you know what's going on in his head: that he's quite forcibly pasting that concern onto himself in reaction to what he still can't accept is a justifiably exhausted and selfish need to just take comfort, and not (yet) give back.
So, yeah. 'Homage' indeed. ♥
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Date: 2008-01-29 10:55 am (UTC)(Drive by comment while I'm trying to catch up on feedbacking fics I've had bookmarked for ages! 8D)
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Date: 2008-01-29 10:18 pm (UTC)(And sweet! Drive-by's long after the challenge are always lovely!)
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Date: 2008-10-13 01:55 am (UTC)(I'm pretty new to FAKE fandom, but already very opinionated about how the characters get depicted in fic: seeing a strong Ryo makes me overjoyed, and I'm a hurt/comfort junkie to begin with, so reading this is very satisfying on several levels.)
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Date: 2008-10-14 02:46 am (UTC)Ah, now you've got me ranting. Sorry. So, are there other Fake fic you would recommend at all? It's been so long, I'd love to know what's out there...
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Date: 2008-10-14 04:22 am (UTC)http://bronze-ribbons.insanejournal.com/153202.html
...and I'm planning to do another one soon, with yours, Lyssie-chan's The Cure for the Common Cold (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1800870/1/The_Cure_for_the_Common_Cold), and maybe a couple more.
Also, I've done a bit of writing myself:
http://www.mediaminer.org/user_info.php/167906
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There are a couple of interesting WIPs I've started following as well.
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