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    It was quiet, and when Olruggio’s head raised he saw that ever-present look on Qifrey’s face again.

    The one where he looked hesitant, a little bit displaced, and so startingly unsure of himself.

    “Olly, I’m...” he started, awkwardly trailing off as his hand traced to the top of his cap. “You know I don’t do too well with being... celebrated.”

    He spoke the words as if the mere thought of it made him uncomfortable, his shoulders hunching up as he coiled that ribbon tight around his finger.

    Olruggio reached between them.

    “Of things worth celebrating,” he murmured, catching the ribbon with his finger and gently pulling it loose. “You being born is at the very top of my list.” He leveled Qifrey with a look. “Understand?”

    Qifrey nodded slow as if in a daze, whispering out a hushed, “Yes,” as he watched Olruggio weave the ribbon between his fingers.

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    Qifrey’s birthday comes around again, but this year Olruggio hoped to make it a bit more memorable.

    Whether Qifrey liked it or not.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Come morning, he will definitely blame the sleep deprivation for what he’s about to do. His body moves almost on its own, seeking Qifrey’s warmth; his arms curl around deceptively slim shoulders, and Olruggio buries his head in those white locks.
    They’re softer than he thought.

    Or: five times Olruggio touches Qifrey’s hair, and one time Qifrey returns the favor.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    They didn’t make a real baby—they can’t make a real baby, obviously; neither of them has the necessary equipment for that—but… Wow, Carl really wishes now that Grace hadn’t said that. It’s forced him to have thoughts that he should not be having... about him and Grace actually… making a baby. What the fuck.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    "Stop what?"

    "This," Illuga said, gesturing vaguely between them with his free hand. "Whatever game you're playing. I can't–" He swallowed hard. "–I can't keep doing this. It feels like–” The words died in his throat. He couldn't put a name to the feeling that had been plaguing him for so long.

    Flins’ gaze had become quite weird at that point. It made something electric run through him.

    “Like what?” Flins asked again.

    “Like you’re stringing me along.”

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    22 Jan 2026

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    Warmth Shared With Friends (Outdoor Furnishing):
    “A two-seater bench made from repurposed sheet metal, commonly seen around the Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop.
    This type of material seldom offers warmth. Thus, those seated must huddle closer to fend off the chill.”

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    On a windy night under a starlit sky, two Ratniki sat side by side on such a bench. For Flins, the cold was of little consequence. Illuga, try as he might, had no such resistance. A metal bench was not an ideal resting place in Nod Krai’s bitter chill—but Flins and the addictive heat of his body made it worth the trouble.

    Illuga supposed such benches have their uses, after all.

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    17 Jan 2026