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WHO: Tony and...I don't know, there's some predetermined stuff, and some ambiguously open stuff in here. Check in at the Shenanigans plotting post if you're feeling unsure and need a formal invitation.
WHERE: The forge, the not-library
WHAT: Tony has a gift for Jon, and is trying to make a much more misguided gift for Poe. Some early speeder bike development catch all, if you like.
WHEN: Early February, Agrii Valentines Celebration
WARNINGS: Glitter?

a. The forge [OTA! If you just want to bring your own project, this is a good place]
The first shimmering fleck that caught Tony's eye fell onto his cheek, making him wink with his face twisted in surprise before carefully retrieving it with a finger pressed to the...plastic? It stuck easily to his skin, but Tony could only frown at it, baffled, and glance back toward the forge curiously, expecting the chimney to be pouring out some foreign element among the plume of dark smoke. He was on his back under the body of the vehicle that Cayde had called a sparrow, Poe had called a speeder, and was probably neither of them, really, as Tony slowly brought it together, the Iron Man kneeling in the grass next to him to Jack up the whole assembly for Tony to rework the fuel array again. Eventually, he would get this thing working.

As more of the strange precipitation began to flurry through the sky, clumping together against the seams of the Iron Man and through the bricks of the forge, Tony had to sit up and consider very seriously that this was...glitter. As he stared at the armor, he could see some of the more fanciful details--the heart shapes, the stars, making him raise a lip in confusion, then glance around again, seeking a source. It just seemed to be, warm and shimmery and catching the early light in a dancing array over the skyline.

By the time the sun had properly risen, he had disturbed Catra trying to sleep by the fire by clattering around in the forge, searching for empty vessels to collect as much of the strange glitter as possible. Impulsively, he had snatched at the bouquet of flowers he found by her head, only to have them burst in his hand and make him yelp, dancing away from the glitter bomb with his hand coated now in pink and red. He was much slower to pick up the card that had been with the bouquet, pinched carefully between two fingers until it didn't seem to be a bomb as well, the Agrii's pictures making him snort. Of course. It went up with the notes from Cayde and Jon that were clipped over his workbench, slouching against Cayde's map and funnelling more of the glitter throughout the day to gather in the folds of Jon's still designs.

By the time he was back to working on the bike, there were bowls and jars arranged against the walls and among the grass, incrementally measuring the shimmering downpour. This was going to be wreaking havoc on any meal production, Tony realized, so Tommy wasn't as likely to show up today, leaving him to grumble at the pile of tools and components that had been left around the weedy patch where he worked without the kid to find anything for him in this mess.

b. The library? [For Jon, but feel free to crash this party]
If Tony was going to try to understand the Agrii, and he would rather not, he hazarded a guess that whatever this glitter storm and gifting was about, it was something of an apology for the storm that they had come crashing into, or the giant pest problem that the Agrii had neglected to warn them about. Maybe that was just where Tony's head was, though, because he had plenty of his own apologies to make, and a misguided gift was historically how he dealt with that. Did he have something in common with the Agrii? Jesus.

Trying not to think too hard about that possibility, he came gliding slowly into the library on the Iron Man's skates, leaving rivulets in the dusting of glitter on the floor behind him. He carried what would have been a familiar shape to Jon, despite being wrapped as it was in what looked like a scrap of leather, against his armored chest; an acquisition from the replicator that he had impulsively requested just after replacing his sunglasses, then finding himself very overwhelmed with the amount of stuff he could really use at the forge. Taking the stairs down into the basement wasn't quite as smooth, producing a strange, very heavy thunk-thunk-thunk as he rolled carelessly down each step, the momentum depositing him against the desk that rattled with the lurch. He didn't really intend to stay, but had a quick look around for the Countess, hoping maybe she would display a tiny bit less annoyance upon seeing him so he could pretend Jon wasn't as annoyed with him as well. Yeah, that would totally work, Tony would feel great about that and all of his problems would be solved. He sighed into the mask when he didn't spot the animal, leaving the book on the desk and pushing himself back toward the stairs. It would be pretty obvious who it could have been from, Tony thought, even if Jon had no context for the author 'Reed Richards'--only a few pages into the forward of this physics text- cum-autobiography and it was already colourful with the caped heroes of Tony's world, and how they shaped the natural laws around them. And the library had just expanded exponentially, even if Jon wasn't particularly keen on the gesture and couldn't be convinced that Billy was clearly being very thoughtful.

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The reveal of the camera made Tony wince, leaving his eyes closed while he pouted his disapproval of this development, incensed that anyone would be taking pictures of an innocent man while he was being teased. The pout remained while he raised a skeptical eyebrow, trying to examine the nest more critically and absolutely not more excited by the concept of them getting any bigger like Jon seemed to be. Nor was he thrilled about the idea of even more Countesses around to get possessive about Jon. "You should have told me you two were pregnant, I would have brought cigars," Tony said flatly as he turned to watch the mothcat's approach, looking like some kind of shimmering parade float in the glitter that streamed around her wings, and was slightly surprised by her looking less like she was interested in his innards. Maybe it was just the suit she hated. "Mazel tov," he offered, still deciding if this was a development he liked in their relationship.

Back to Jon, he asked, "Is this what you've been doing with your clipboard, are you becoming some kind of wildlife...?," but wasn't sure exactly what he would call the job of recording alien fauna development. "They do seem to take a liking to you," he allowed with another frown at the squirming grubs, but that didn't always go as (arguably) well as the Countess. There was also the kind that were very keen to get a taste.

Don't pout, Tony. You were the one demanding more pictures of yourself and Jon is trying his best.

Countess has settled with grooming the worst of the glitter out of her wings and otherwise appears rather satisfied with herself while Jon shrugs at least somewhat apologetic. "I have come to believe she may have already been pregnant by the time she decided to stay at the library. And aside from the recent spider invasion it has been a safe enough place for her to stay." And he nods. "I have been keeping notes, yes. It's not an opportunity we're getting often and... It keeps me busy?" It's also something he can do without his glasses. His notes may just be... A little on the big side.

"We can climb back down again, if you like." Jon offers next. "Leave them to their... Well. Meal."

Deciding to make a home in the library after presumably living a fine life, out of sight and mind, because she needed somewhere to have her...litter? Clutch? did make sound logic to Tony, so he nodded slowly for this assessment but wasn't all that interested in getting into the details of a mothcat's reproductive habits. Instead, he was watching the Countess go about her cleaning, and asked quietly, "Should she be eating that?" He had tried to make sure Catra wasn't, anyway, but he suspected getting this animal cleaned would be just as challenging, and Tony didn't know if he was up to that fight.

What he was up to was getting away from the weird worms as he heard a bone distinctly snap, sending him climbing happily back down the nerve-wracking ladder. "If you told anyone else in this place that you were looking for busywork, they'd kick your ass. Are you really that bored? I've got four hundred things you could be doing," he said as he made his way to the ground, then lingered there at the foot of the ladder with his hands up where he might catch Jon in the inevitable collapse of the structure, or just be in a good position to admire the descent.

"Don't worry. It will come out with the hairballs." Jon assures Tony before starting his own descent.

Down always tends to go a little slower, especially with this unique ladder construction, seeing that even Jon himself refers to use it with caution. Which at least means that he doesn't fall - At least not today.

"I have my projects, Tony. Though since most of them require me to see properly, I'm open to suggestions." He replies while making his way down. He's aware that his usefulness is debatable at best. But he reaches the ground in one piece and turns to look up at Tony with a mildly inclined head. "Within reason, of course. I mean- I'm not sure how well my body is taking to the training Lauri has thought up for me, but even if it does, it will still be a while before I can even think about clearing away boulders the size of myself."

Jon could take all the time he needed to with Tony watching happily below, despite the glitter gathering in his lashes at this angle making him blink and shake his head. By the time Jon spun to face him, Tony was grinning wolfishly, what 'suggestions' Tony might have had inspired by the trek evident in how he braced Jon close to the shelf with one hand on the ladder and head tilted with a coquettish flutter of his lashes.

That teasing was easily derailed by the idea of Lauri-Ell doing any physical training with Jon; a severe mismatch in skill, as far as Tony was concerned. "Yeah, you should be leaving that to the boulder-clearing experts. Training?" he asked, his voice just a little higher and tighter than he intended it to be with a suspicious squint of his eyes, that he tried to shake off with a cough, totally cool, he was definitely fine with whatever they were doing together with Jon's body, she wasn't intimidatingly kind and beautiful in any way that threatened Tony. "The fuel," he continued abruptly, at a far more normal octave. "That's something. That I asked you about, a while ago, you remember, the flying bike thing..."

Finding himself trapped isn't the worst outcome as far as Jon is concerned. The fact alone that Tony is closing in on him again also only seems to approve his suspicion that something is wrong with that armor, but at that moment it's rather the tone of Tony's voice that catches his attention, making Jon look up to meet the other man's eyes with a curiously raised brow. Was that a hint of jealousy?

"She is helping me, Tony." Jon decides to clarify, not entirely able to reign in that small bit of a smug undertone from his voice. "She offered to train those interested in it a while ago, remember? On the network. And I- Well. I decided to take her up on the offer. And I'm thankful she's putting up with me. God knows most everyone on this planet would rather train with Steve than some guy hoping to appeal to his boyfriend." He pauses there, letting a little smile tug at the corner of his mouth, one hand raised as if about to reach out and yet not quite daring to do so.

Instead, he nods once. "I've got your fuel."

The rest of those words were supposed to cover up any revealing discomfort, so Jon's expression and insistence on clarifying so pointedly had Tony slightly backing away in defence, hand over his heart instead to scratch restlessly at the threadbare fabric there and trying very hard not to flush too obviously. If he knew he was going to be out of the suit, he would have brought his glasses.

He did remember that offer of Lauri-Ell's, so he gave a short nod, but had quickly dismissed it as definitely not meant for him, after their poor first encounter. Hopefully, Jon hadn't been trying out that teasing about 'appealing to his boyfriend' on her, that would probably sour the mood. "Listen, if that boyfriend hasn't been telling you every day that you're beautiful, he's probably not worth that kind of work," he pointed out, snappy and dismissive with a pout that suggested that may have actually stung a little bit, too. It wasn't like this hadn't come up before. "Uh, but, she obviously knows what she's doing, I mean, look at her, that's...good for you. She's really--she'd like you," he tried, sure Lauri-Ell would handle Jon as gently as she had the flowers in the greenhouse. "I don't think she'd offer if she didn't mean it. No one's putting up with you, and I'm sure watching you do stretches is very engaging, valid return on investment."

Seeing Tony back away has Jon's expression fall and he winces notably upon realizing just what has happened - What he has done.

"Shit, Tony, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to devalue your words like that. I didn't think and- That wasn't fair of me." Taking a tentative shuffle forward, Jon reaches towards towards Tony's elbow, yet doesn't try to actually touch the man right away. Instead he sighs, eyes shifting away guiltily. "...I... I think I just- No. You're right. It wasn't right to try using you as an excuse for my experiment. I apologize. But I-" He takes a deep breath before finally looking back up. "I wanted to know. If this- If it makes a difference for my body at all. And I thought if it did, you- You wouldn't mind?"

Jon looking guilty and apologetic wasn't a much better expression, especially when he was already looking particularly owlish without his glasses, making Tony try to quickly wave off the apology because he hadn't even meant it like that. At least Jon was distracted from Tony's embarrassment, and his approach was welcome enough that Tony didn't really notice how tentative his reaching was, wrapping both arms around his neck to pull him into a hug before he had to close the distance himself. It might have been a little possessive yet. "No, it's--I'm sorry that I haven't been much--help," he tried to articulate better instead of being kind of an asshole about it. He was working on it, he could be as nice as Lauri-Ell. He might have gone on to try to bury that in more distracting babbling before they started apologizing at each other, but he didn't expect Jon to say 'experiment'.

"Do you mean, like, in general...?" he was distracted by, because that just might have been the way Jon's weird body issue was manifesting and it wasn't completely surprising that he would phrase it that way, but he could have easily meant that he didn't think his body worked like that. Which was...something. "I mean," he managed to catch up, frowning at himself for not taking the easy cue first, "please, as long as you don't expect me to start running with you at 5 AM, I can't imagine any part of your body that I would mind. Maybe ask me again if you're thinking about cutting parts off, I have some favourites."

Being pulled close and into that hug is a welcome change and Jon quite willingly wraps his own arms around Tony in response, allowing himself a moment of pressing his face into the other man's chest and inhaling that familiar scent in that familiar warmth and the resulting familiar security. He has to turn his head a little to the side to give an answer. "I mean that- You must have noticed that I've lost weight here. And I tried eating normal food, believe me. It changed nothing." Sure, he has his tapes to feed himself, but on the long run that's little better than trying to live off cup noodles.

"I... I don't really know what my body is still capable of and what it isn't. I know I still sweat and get tired even though I don't necessarily need to sleep." He assumes it's rather tied to how things stand with his overall energy and therefore it's another matter tied to is feeding. "...but I also feel weak. And I have been wondering if... Well. If my body is still capable of even developing muscles the traditional way." Or if with the entire rest it just comes down to him feeding properly. "Can't say I have an answer yet, but... I at least found the stretching rather relaxing. We could do those together if you like."

Then, he gives a little shake of his head. "...and don't worry. I lost a rib already and it hurt. Pain is not something I enjoy."

Of course Tony had noticed, but Jon hadn't seemed keen on any of the solutions that Tony had proposed so far, and he hadn't had much success conceptualizing synthetic fear to try to fill in that gap. He shifted his hold around Jon while he frowned at this problem, letting one arm drape down Jon's back while the other curled around to stroke a thumb behind his ear while Tony nuzzled his scattered anxiety into his hair.

"Whether or not it is capable, it won't be if it's not getting fed," Tony pointed out. Muscle development didn't happen without the diet to support it, for anyone that wasn't a supersoldier. "So, listen, it can't hurt--Don't push yourself into passing out on me again or anything, but don't get too down on yourself if you don't look like Lauri-Ell any time soon." Tony was having a difficult time imagining that reality, and quickly diverted back to the much more appealing, "You want to show me? I promise, I'll be very professional, I'll only comment explicitly on your ass once. Twice if you hurt yourself. Don't tell the big gal, though, she might not like me knowing her training secrets."

As of now Jon has successfully avoided leaving any of those brought here by their hosts with eternally repeating, terrible nightmares of himself watching them suffer and in a way he takes a little pride in that. In a way it feels like he has successfully avoided to fall to an addiction, though he remains perfectly aware that this isn't an addiction but something he needs to survive. And yet the only times he has dared to go hunt has been when they were on other planets, far away from Agra 10 and leaving him hoping the distance would interfere with the dreams.

It doesn't.

Jon lets himself enjoy the embrace for a moment, murmuring a noise of understanding at Tony's initial words and he would have sighed if what follows hadn't make him chuckle instead. "That's hardly a look I can realistically pull off and I can't say I'm sad about this awareness." Lauri's level may be just a tad... Much for him.

The sigh that actually follows is a soft one. One that speaks of tension being released. "I think by now I can live with your commentary, though."

At least they were on the same page about how built Jon probably should be, making Tony breathe a laugh in return as he swept his hand down Jon's back prepared to tease him for what a real Lauri-Ell apprenticeship could turn him into. Tony's fingers danced over the ribs that he had counted a hundred times, though, tickling carefully down the soft give of his side where they should have continued and very aware of how Jon had been hurt.

"Yeah, I think I can put up with you most of the time, too, boss," he did respond with another baffled laugh, not sure how else to take that, as he nudged Jon's chin up to consider the mark still lingering from his encounter with the spiders. What Tony saw was a scar that he had given Jon, no better for him than whoever had been ripping bones out of him or burning his hand, his failures to Jon manifesting unavoidably where Tony could run a careful finger just under the mark then press an apologetic kiss to his temple. "I'll figure something out, I'll fix this," he promised there, less confident now than ever.

That laugh from Tony rings pleasantly in Jon's ears and he closes his eyes to let it flow through the rest of himself as well, briefly following the path of Tony's hand and those tracing, counting fingers.

Unlike Tony, Jon isn't inclined at all to blame the man for his run-in with the aggressive arachnids. If anything, it has been his own fault for being there at the mall when night came. He hasn't been there because Tony has asked him to, either. His presence there has been his own fault and that's how Jon has been treating it. He blinks once, out of reflex, when the finger brushes past his eye, glancing briefly towards the digit before back at Tony himself. Which is a sight he loses a moment later at the gentle kiss pressed to his temple and the offered promise.

Not certain what it is Tony seeks to fix this time, Jon reaches up with one hand, carefully withdrawing it from where he has had it wound around Tony's torso to place that hand against Tony's face first, then move it further up and into his glitter-covered hair, almost as if to keep him close when he whisper. "I love you, Tony." And there is the briefest pause before he adds: "How about we fix this?"

Tony gladly tipped his cheek into the touch, meeting Jon's hand with a gentle hold around his wrist to keep it there and faintly pouting as it continued into his hair, but he wasn't in a place to be any more stubborn. He acquiesced instead by dropping his hand to lock together with the other behind Jon's back as he let Jon hold his gaze despite the anxious flutter of his heart at Jon's declaration, and only dropped his focus between them to nod, of course, that was what he meant, he just needed the reminder and he definitely wasn't getting embarrassed again. Was that what that was?

With another cough, he bent slightly to catch Jon around the thighs and lift him easily off the ground, already talking rapidly, "You mean this ladder? Yeah, it's a nightmare, you're absolutely right, you should have called me ages ago, I'm going to come in here some day and find that animal eating your eyeballs because you broke your neck." He deposited Jon's weight on a rung a few feet off of the ground, where Tony could grin up at him and raise his eyebrows at the Countess peering narrowly down at them over the edge of the shelf. "Be honest, you ever make out in a library? We can pretend the Countess is the librarian, and you're a freshman just trying to get your bearings and find your textbooks," he proposed with another flutter of his lashes, his role in this play evidently a very innocent and helpful one.

Unfortunately there isn't a guarantee that no embarrassment may happen in the future. But at least for the moment it is easily directed onto Jon, who just yelps in surprise at being picked up and finds himself blinking somewhat stupidly at the entirely unexpected course Tony has so rapidly changed their conversation onto.

"T-Tony..." Jon starts, a familiar sputtering back in his voice as his mind unrolls the other man's proposition and he can't help but look up towards the animal up on the shelf himself, face heating up a little too obviously for Jon's liking. "...wow." Is what he mutters next, which is followed by a quick shake of his head as he pulls his attention back down before he scrambles for words. "I mean- No. Libraries were-- Only ever sought them out for books?" At least he has instinctively come to hold onto Tony's shoulder at some point during the move, so his hand can now give it a little squeeze a short moment before Jon utters a somewhat random thought "I'm not sure the Countess wants to be involved in this..."

The yelping and stuttering was more familiar feedback, coaxing an easier snicker from Tony as Jon tried to organize his thoughts and Tony worked to keep them scattered with a teasing press of his fingertips where he held behind Jon's knee. Of course he had a very serious answer for his very serious respect for an important institution, and Tony nodded sagely as though he had any respect himself before leaning in slowly to steal a chaste kiss anyway, gaze still raised to the watchful Countess and expecting her possessive streak to interrupt. She gave a bland lick to her paw and shake of her wings.

Tony had hardly pulled away when he wondered, "Have you tried asking Cal?" With equilibrium restored and a dazzling distraction between him and his anxiety, Tony could continue more confidently with the program he had been running in the background, "He can sense things, that happened before. Fear and anger, dark things. Maybe he can...give them to you."

Jon doesn't have much of an eye for the mothcat, who in turn also loses interest in her humanoid visitors shortly after that little kiss that leaves a tingling on Jon's lips and a little twitch in his fingertips. When has his hand that isn't on Tony's shoulder found its way on the man's waist? Just another mystery...

The question takes a moment to filter through to Jon's mind, and he blinks in response, taking a moment to put meaning to those words. Then he frowns for a moment, then perks up. "O-oh! Right! Yeah- yes! He-- He may have... Found something? In the caves. Apparently it's dreadful there. Lots of pain, fear and misery. It- It hurt him to be there? To see the things from the past. What happened in those caves to the Agrii seeking shelter. There... I actually wanted to go there." Since he can pick up on this lingering fear at least as well.

That sounded promising, and while it briefly took Tony by surprise, he found he wasn't all that shocked to realize Jon might have had a solution to his hunger problem that he hadn't been giving himself the time to pursue. So, maybe Tony was a little overeager when he proposed, "Do you want to call him?" with a tip of his head toward the door, figuring Cal was a necessary part of this puzzle after hearing the way he talked about the caves. Tony had no idea how much of that environmental fear Jon could also sense, and Cal had made it sound like it was intense for him--a veritable buffet, with no one left to hurt in the process. "The armor's already here, we can fly, be there before you know it."

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"These caves didn't take kindly to him, Tony. I- I'm not sure he is too keen to return to them. And I'd rather not see him get hurt again. You remember BD-1's message, right?" The distress of the little droid. And neither of them being there to actually help Cal...

His hand moves to seek out Tony's and give it a squeeze. "I don't think either of us will be affected the same way he was. We will be safe."

Tony wasn't particularly worried about any of them being safe, just didn't know how effective the mission would be without Cal as a guide and potential...chef. He hadn't really worked through the concept yet; he could barely conceptualize each one of their power sets, never mind how they might interact. Jon just reminded him that maybe he should consider the consequences before leaping into action, making him hesitate briefly with a squeeze around Jon's hand in return before promising, "Right, I'll take care of you, nothing to worry about. We'll check it out."

He was pointedly careful to back away then, conscious of Jon's hold on his hand, making sure Jon had his balance before leaving him to head back toward the stairs where he could reach the Iron Man again. It only took a gesture, calling the unassembled pieces up into the library stacks in the same faint glow that they had come apart with, gathering them gracefully around Tony's body.

Both parts of the response he receives, the verbal as well as the physical one, make Jon smile in return and nod while moving to follow Tony's guidance back onto his own two feet and then watch him walk over to the stairs. He's glad they can agree that keeping Cal unharmed is a worthwhile ambition. And just checking the caves can't be too complicated in his opinion.

Jon tries not to frown when the pieces of armor reappear to encase Tony. Though he will admit that it's better to be prepared and therefore makes to slowly follow the other man, his own hands now coming together before himself. "The armor can carry us both?"

With the helmet closing over his face, Tony's voice took on the slightly robotic modulation of Iron Man, flattening Tony's familiar flippant, "Of course." He waved a hand then, though, because that wasn't quite the whole code and he had to admit, "You're not that heavy. We should be able to make the round trip without a recharge." Tony had a vague idea of where the caves were, anyway. There was a small margin of error.

Barrelling on before Jon could think too much about that, he insisted, "Come on," waving Jon on to head for the doors and open air where Iron Man could properly demonstrate his abilities. Once outside, he was going to have to directly confront actually encouraging Jon to touch the suit if he did mean to carry him. Putting that off as long as possible, Tony gestured to his boots where Jon could stand and mimed the curl of his arm so Jon knew what to expect from this ride before he finally hesitated long enough to ask, "You're okay with this?"

No, Jon certainly isn't heavy, and the small gesture of exasperation he makes at the comment may or may not transmit his feelings on the matter as he steps outside, following the instructions with just a single slightly raised brow.

Once outside, Jon takes a moment to consider the suit with Tony in it in its entirety once more, one hand on his hip and head inclined a tiny bit while Tony basically instructs him to step onto his toes. "Well," He says at last. "I can't promise you I won't scream, but- I trust you. I trust you not to drop me and take us to the beach in one piece." Which also implies at least some trust in Tony's constructed armor, even though Jon doesn't outright say it.

The step he takes forward to close the gap between them is accompanied by a bit of a quizzical look however, with Jon carefully watching whether or not Tony backs away from the approach.

That wasn't much, just don't drop him, but it still made Tony feel hot and slightly sick in the armor because don't let him get brained by a spider didn't sound like a very tall order, either. He had some basics to prove, evidently, making him flinch once Jon was close enough, but he didn't draw away entirely this time. His metal toes could handle being stepped on, and with deliberate care he secured Jon against his chest with one arm, every press of it against Jon fluttering with minute adjustments as Tony calculated every curve to not press too hard or let him go. "It's going to be great, like a roller coaster," he said, smile in his voice. Plenty of screaming happened on roller coasters, and only a few people died.

The only further warning Jon got was Iron Man lifting his face to the sky, plotting his path before the repulsors whined and launched them straight up, into the air. They shot upward, where Jon could keep on his toes if he wanted to for now, rocketing rapidly past the full height of the library, and beyond several stories before Iron Man slowed enough to hover over the city, face tilted back down toward Jon inquisitively. The shimmer of the glitter at this height was like a soft glow along the skyline, and it reflected staggeringly off of the water.

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