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WHO Alex Daniels (

selfperpetuate) and Jordan Leslie (

sensationate)
WHAT magical hijinks turn one man into two. what's a boyfriend to do
WHEN modern day-ish?
WHERE Alex and Jordan's shared home
WHY because it's Leo's fault for being a terrible dad

Sleeping was the absolute worst for someone like Alex. Being an empath, vampiric or not, meant that no matter what, Alex could feel everything. During the day when he was awake and could focus, Alex could just block it out, ignore the desire to find the nearest person and take his fill of of their feelings, their desires. When he was asleep, he had absolutely no control over everyone's feelings rushing in and overtaking his mind as dreams twisted into nightmares and nightmares back to dreams on a whim.

It helped to have Jordan next to him, a soothing, familiar mind to help make a shield around Alex's raw nerve of a mind. Tonight was a bad night and not even his boyfriend laying next to him could stop the emotional onslaught he felt. Tossing and turning, he pushed himself up against Jordan in his sleep until there was no more bed and he pushed Jordan off accidentally, waking up the moment he felt the pain from his boyfriend.

"Damn it," he murmured as he ran his hands through his hair and looked in the direction where he knew Jordan lay on the floor. "You okay down there or do I have to send in search and rescue to bring you back up?"

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Dating an empath wasn't always the easiest thing in the world, but there were definitely benefits to go with the drawbacks and Jordan wasn't one to complain where anyone could hear him. It wasn't Alex's fault and Jordan was more than willing to deal with the complications. That was just who Alex was and always would be. If that meant some nights without sleep or apparently mornings where he would be shoved out of bed, then yeah, he could deal with that.

Well, he could deal with the shoving, anyway. Not so much what apparently happened afterward.

"Ow," he said.

"Ow," he said.

There was a long moment of silence after that, confusion especially obvious.

"Ow?" they both said.

Alex usually did his best to keep the bad to a minimum and make the good overwhelm it, but there was nothing to be done about the nights and both seemed willing to deal with it for now. At least Alex wasn't one of those people who could manipulate emotions or he'd have even more issues than he already did.

There were two voices and Alex frowned. Double confusion? He went over to the edge of the bed and looked down to see not one, but two Jordans on the floor. That was definitely new.

"Whoa," he said eloquently. "I think I must still be dreaming. There's two of you."

When Alex peered over, the two Jordans were sprawled over each other like they had been close together when they fell. Even if it had only been one of them on the bed, there were now two and the two were about as equally as confused as their boyfriend. One moved to shove the other off him, sitting up and staring, because what else could you do in a situation like this?

The one that had been shoved grunted in annoyance and sat up as well, turning to give Alex a sardonic look. "We hadn't noticed," he said with veiled bewilderment. Now he was just trying to hide it, not only for Alex's sake but the sake of... whatever was going on.

The first Jordan rubbed at his ear and temple where he had fallen before scrunching up his face. "Which means this isn't a dream," he said. "I think he's, uh... ha, well, I think he's my—"

"Our," the second one corrected. He had already picked up on the thought just by sheer lack of balance going on in his head. It would have been disquieting but it felt refreshingly like coming out of a long stretch ready to go the distance. "Black. I'm his black, he's my white."

Since both Jordans didn't seem to want to move from the floor, Alex moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed so they didn't hang over and accidentally kick them. He had already caused them enough pain for the day and he wasn't going to cause anymore.

Alex listened and watched them. It was like his vision was blurred and he was seeing double, but they were moving independently of each other and acted like separate people despite being only two halves of one person. Even when he mentally reached out to feel their emotions, they felt whole, but Alex quickly retracted that and shut down his empathy as hard as he could when he felt the clawing hunger rise up. He'd deal with that later. Right now Jordan was more important.

"Wait, so you're saying that you two just kinda...split off into your own person?" The look on his face was definitely one of guilt. It was his fault. It had to be. "That's so weird. How does it feel, not having to do the balancing act for once?"

"Weird as fuck," the first Jordan said. It really was. Like his counterpart, it was a freeing sensation to feel like a whole not being tempered by such a polarizing personality where anything he did would be exactly in line with what he wanted to do. At the same time, while it was complete freedom, he wasn't anything more than he had been. He was completely Jordan, but just in a smaller container to make up for his separation from his black. There wasn't as much as there had been before.

The second Jordan moved once he saw the look on Alex's face. He pulled himself up and sat next to him, bumping shoulders and offering a rather infectious grin. "Totally awesome," he added. It was definitely weird, but that didn't make it any less cool, either. However this had happened, he could get used to making his own decisions. Then again, there was a reason demons were especially beholden to their natures, so maybe being separate forever would be a bit much.

Seeing his black already moving to comfort Alex, the white Jordan scrambled up and over to sit on Alex's other side to complete the motion. He reached out and took Alex's hand to squeeze. "Doesn't hurt or anything, I promise. We promise," he corrected, sharing a look past Alex to his black.

When the black Jordan came over to sit by him, Alex leaned into him slightly and smiled slightly. It was good that even though they were split, they didn't seem to have any problems with pain or the like. He wouldn't be able to handle causing something to actually hurt Jordan. Despite his general grumpiness and being a jerk, he really did care for Jordan and didn't want to see any harm done to him.

Alex was a little caught off balance when the white Jordan sat on his other side and took his hand. He didn't know whether to move from leaning against the other Jordan and just instead squeezed his hand and stayed in place. They'd understand his confusion and attempt to be there for both of them. After all, even if they were split, they were still both his boyfriend.

"So what are we going to do about this?" As nice it was to be comforted by Jordan, they really did need to think about what was going to happen with him being split into two. "I don't think your boss is going to be too happy if both of you show up for work claiming you're the same person."

"Tsk," the black Jordan said from behind Alex. When he leaned, Jordan shifted his position and reached his arms around Alex's waist to held the younger man close, pressing his nose to the base of his neck to nuzzle. "It's too early to use our brains, and we saw that look on your face."

Thinking about what to do at work was the last thing either of them wanted to do. Perhaps if they were of a single, unified mind able to bounce off each other in real time and come to a conclusion it wouldn't be such a bother. Right now, they had a boyfriend to cheer up after accidentally causing Jordan to split up in the first place. There would be time to figure it out later. "You shouldn't try thinking on an empty stomach," the white Jordan agreed.

He leaned in to where his black had caught Alex, shifting the grip on his hand so their fingers were intertwined, and started to kiss the edge of his lips teasingly. His other hand came up to his collarbone, long fingers sliding up his neck to cup his jaw. "So let's take care of that first," the black Jordan murmured, nuzzling beginning to turn into sucking at the skin raised over Alex's spine.

"What? There wasn't any look on my face." Just because Alex felt guilty didn't mean that he wanted to show it or let Jordan realize that he was. He had a reputation to uphold and showing that he felt bad about this wasn't going to help it. "You should be worrying about yourselves."

It was difficult for him to continue on that train of thought when he felt one nuzzle him and Alex licked his lips. Even with his empathy reined in, he could still feel both of their emotions through the contact against his skin. His eyes already had a hint of red creeping in on his natural green, but it was spreading faster with the attention both of the Jordans were giving him.

"I could do with a bite," he murmured distantly as he reached out to grab white Jordan's hair to keep him still while he kissed him, making soft noises in his throat at what the other was doing. They were right. He really shouldn't try thinking on an empty stomach.

Being pulled into the kiss, the white Jordan could say nothing but instead hummed into it and kissed back. He tweaked gently at the physical sensations Alex was feeling, leaking some touch into taste to spice up the kiss. It was a soft brush between the senses, nothing too noticeable or jarring, just the light twists and turns Jordan loved inspiring in the people around him. Most of the time it was for mischief, but for Alex he loved trying to make things better.

Hearing his other hum, the black Jordan pulled Alex closer to him, forcing his white to move to keep the gap closed, then changed his grip to slide his hands under the fabric of Alex's shirt. One wandered over his abdomen while the other gripped at his hip and began rubbing circles there. His mouth was fully occupied by the task of marking the skin he had access to, making whatever pattern fit his own fancy on the body that would be so obviously his. "Take as much as you want," he said indulgently, mere rumbles between kisses. "There's enough of us for seconds now."

Having been together as long as they have, Alex doesn't even blink at his senses being messed with, only gasping slightly at the new sensation and how it changed things for him. It was good and shook things up, though feeding for Alex never really needed to be shaken up when it's Jordan that's the meal. He was delicious and exciting and generally just fun and Alex would never completely switch to somebody else if he had the option to stay with Jordan forever.

Breaking the kiss, Alex leaned back slightly, mouth partially opened and eyes closed, fangs visible as he panted softly. What black Jordan was doing felt so good and his words only made him hungrier. He wanted both of them, his favorite meal served twice. Surging forward, he pulled white Jordan into a kiss once more, vicious and forceful and needy, pushing his tongue into Jordan's mouth to open it for him and then Alex sucked, both physically and in a mental way, drawing out the emotions he so desperately wanted to devour.

When Alex began to feed, the white Jordan whimpered in excitement. He could feel his affection blossoming out as Alex drew it from his heart to his muscles, like a wave of fresh heat uncoil from their kiss. It only encouraged him further, pushing up and closer to Alex until they were chest to chest, practically sitting in his lap. The hand at Alex's jaw moved, shifted downward before bumping into his black. There was no pause when he slid his fingers down his black's scalp and along his neck until his hand was gripping Alex's shirt over his shoulderblade, arm crooked to hold him close between them both.

There was a rush of love, protective instincts, joy and lust all rolling off of him. The longer Alex was at it, the more that the white half surged and moved, becoming just as greedy of the attention as he was desperate to pour it back out all for Alex. He wanted to give him something good to eat, to feel and experience by sinking himself into the moment.

As his white half reacted to the feeding, the black half reached across to rearrange his white's leg, pulling it across Alex's hip to end behind his black's back and intertwine them even further. His sucking and marking turned into light biting, licking, warm breaths while the hand on Alex's chest migrated further upward and began playing with his nipple. First a sharp pull, then careful and measured rubbing to soothe it back down. Any sort of contact he could get was being preciously hoarded, his own emotions bubbling up strong and possessive, dark and obviously enjoying having both of his most precious things right there with him where he could keep them for himself and no one else.

While Alex was feeding, the world seemed to shrink down to the three of them. All that mattered was what Jordan wanted to give him and what Alex could take from him. Hands moved to grab at his back, clawing and gripping to make sure the white Jordan stayed as close to him as humanly possible. Greedy whimpers came from Alex as he continued to feed, enjoying the emotions Jordan was giving off and wanting more. Jordan was his favorite meal and one he always loved to eat when he got the chance, so he was definitely enjoying now with the fact that he was going to have him twice.

He didn't forget the black Jordan behind him. How could he, when he could feel him touching him and the emotions he gave off that were absolutely addicting. Alex didn't have enough limbs and focus to return the attention he was being given, but he was definitely giving some response physically, his body moving to get close to the affection. When his nipple was pulled, Alex stopped his feeding and let out a loud moan, definitely enjoying it, but his attention had been turned away from eating.

His eyes were completely red now, no signs of his natural eye color in his irises, and half closed as he ran his tongue along his fangs and lips, trying to taste any lingering emotions that would be left over. There was still plenty left to eat in the white Jordan, but now that he had some measure of focus back, he was zeroing in on the possessiveness of the black Jordan. Turning his head so he could try to get a glimpse of him, he whimpered.

"I want more," he whined almost petulantly. "Touch, taste, everything, anything. Please."

The black Jordan wasn't at all surprised at the reactions Alex was giving. It was precious, something only Jordan ever got to see from the vampire when he fed; even when Alex went to other, drearier people for more negative emotions, he never let himself get so deep into his hunger to lose himself in it. This was Jordan's. It was all for him, only for him, and he took as much of it as Alex would give every time. He reached up to nudge his white away from Alex only for a moment while he shifted his grip and began pulling Alex's shirt up and away to get even more contact. The white was quick to catch on and slid his hands from under Alex's arms down to his wrists and lifted them so that the black could get the shirt away from them. Soon it was tossed to the floor and the black was already moving again. He began shifting, moving the tangle of them all closer to the center of the bed, pulling his white's legs around to lock them together tight. His white was already moving on his own to reclaim the space and reclaim Alex's attention, but the black Jordan had other ideas.

He reached out, hand tangling in the back of his white's hair and pulled his attention over Alex's shoulder. "Keep eating," he commanded Alex in a confident murmur, using his other hand to bring the white Jordan's fingers to Alex's mouth. There was something for the vampire to feed on, and now the black would give Alex more than he could bargain for. He pulled his white in close and sealed them together with a kiss, long and deep and utterly claiming. As much as Alex was his, Jordan's white half was eternally Jordan's to keep and hold and protect, and having the both of them there was exactly how he wanted it. As they kissed, the black half made sure they were pressed up close to Alex, heads tilted to keep in contact near their temples, chests pressed up against him and as overwhelming a mix of emotions as possible. The black was enjoying every minute, his fulfillment at a peak where he had exactly what he wanted, exactly where he wanted it and confidence was key. His white was still overflowing with pure affection, want and a sense of belonging with just the right person, an eagerness that couldn't be matched. It was a good combination, an utterly intoxicating one if Jordan were to say so himself.

All that was left was to give some good tweaks at Alex's senses to really blow him away. He quickly moved to attach taste to scent, touch to hearing, leaving sight alone for now because he doubted Alex would even be using his eyes when so overwhelmed. Although people of Jordan's kind often tended to switch senses wholesale and put one in place of the other, it was entirely possible to give them both the same feed without diminishing the first and that was what the black Jordan was doing now. At the same time, his free hand moved to begin playing with Alex's nipple one more time, trying to drive as much as he could into the control he was exerting.

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By this point, Alex was just along for the ride, being pulled any which way by the two Jordans. With his shirt taken off, he immediately tried to reach for the white Jordan once more, but the black moving them caught him off balance and he instead pressed himself up to him, knowing the white would return to being against his body. They weren't done with each other yet and he knew none of them would stop until everyone got their fill.

When the Jordans kissed, Alex was left breathless. It was beautiful and incredibly hot. He could feel his body responding to that and it wasn't because of hunger, but black Jordan's order finally filtered through and he tentatively licked the fingers offered to him and then took them into his mouth to suck them eagerly and feed on the emotions that way.

The storm of emotions around him was nearly overwhelming and was made even better when Jordan messed with his senses. He tasted like the scent of a field after a good rain, he felt like a church bell ringing strong and clear. Alex couldn't help but be vocal, moans and whimpers and whines muffled by the fingers in his mouth, but getting louder when black Jordan played with his nipple again, a resounding thunderclap to his mixed senses.

Jordan's white half whined pitifully as Alex began to feed again, desperate and overflowing with so much emotion that it was hard to satisfy him at all while they pulled each other together to try and satisfy their needs. It was like a natural high, sending him spiraling higher and higher with every breath they took and he wanted more, more, more. His fingers twitched in Alex's mouth, whole body shuddering with want while his free hand trailed down and started to massage Alex's thigh; sitting in his lap like he was, Jordan could easily tell they were having an effect and he wanted even more, wanted that next rung on the ladder to carry him further upward.

At the whines and shifting movements, the black half chuckled into the kiss. This was good, they were both right where he wanted them and he was going to keep them there as long as they could last. Freeing his hands momentarily, he took Alex's hips and jerked him back to get a feel for where just their excitement was sparking his own. He broke the kiss for only a moment to drive a light bite in Alex's shoulder before returning to his white half and nibbling at his lips, pulling him in and closer and making sure every single part had been discovered. "Mine," he murmured in every breath between them. "Beautiful, gorgeous, happy, mine, mine, you're mine." It was a growl, his litany devolving into nothing but sounds and motion while he began to rock, gently at first. His hands remained tight on Alex's hips, a strong grip to make sure he stayed where he was and felt every motion.

Even though Alex was lost in all possible sensations, he was still aware to notice just how much Jordan was responding to his feeding. The twitching fingers made suck harder, his tongue running along the digits playfully as he pulled emotions from them. He jerked forward at the hand on his thigh, wanting more contact than what Jordan was giving him, so he grabbed Jordan's wrist and moved his hand to the band of his boxers, not able to speak his desires, but knowing that he'd get the idea.

When the black Jordan pulled him back, Alex yelped a bit in surprise, letting the fingers slip out of his mouth in response. He wanted to move his hips with him, but the hands stopped him from moving and whined. Hands moved behind him to grab black Jordan's hips to stop him just long enough to move and yank on his pants, wanting to remove them so there was nothing between them. "Yours," he murmured. "All yours."

That was clear enough. They didn't need to be able to read the emotions to understand what Alex was getting at, and both black and white moved as one. White pulled away long enough to tug at Alex's boxers, sliding them down and under himself until Alex could kick them away if he wished, then stripped his own sleep pants away before he settled once again and pressed them together with inspired fervor. The hand that had been on Alex's thigh moved to his cock, teasing light touches full of promise if Alex came to meet him. With his fingers freed, the white Jordan moved to hold the side of Alex's face, thumb still teasing at the edges of his lips and silently offering for him to keep going. Alex was getting the most out of this, but Jordan always enjoyed being part of it as well. It was definitely to their mutual benefit.

While the white half moved around and resettled them, the black was pushing them both away just enough to lift his own hips and shuck his pants away before taking Alex's hands and putting them toward the white half. "Pay attention," he rumbled. "Don't you want him?" His hands shifted back down to Alex's hips to keep him still while he began rocking with a greater intensity. He wasn't getting off on this like his other half, instead using the control to move it exactly where he wants: both of his precious ones being brought to the very edge where he could watch and drink in their satisfaction to fuel his own. That was what he wanted.

As soon as he got the chance, Alex kicked his boxers away, finally free of clothing keeping him away from his boyfriend. There was a soft rumble when white started teasing his cock and he bared his teeth so Jordan's thumb would be that much closer. He took it into his mouth and gave him a look that made it obvious that he wanted something else to suck instead.

Alex didn't want to move his hands away from the black, but he decided that he could split his attention between both of them. One hand moved forward to wrap around white Jordan's cock, his thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive skin that made up the head. The other moved to grab black Jordan's hair and pull his head forward so Alex could turn his head and kiss the side of his face, letting the other's thumb pop out of his mouth. "I don't just want one," Alex growled, desire evident in his voice. "I want both of you. My wonderful, delicious pixie."

At the touch on his dick, the attention being paid, the white half of Jordan jerked forward with an unexpected grunt and he pulled forward to where he could press his nose into Alex's neck, planting kisses along his collar. His own grip remained light but he shifted it, strokes up and down the shaft with just enough firmness to garner a true reaction. "I want you," he said breathlessly between his kisses. It wasn't jealousy of Alex splitting his attention but a reminder that they could be doing even more.

"You'll have me," the black half growled back, hand moving from a hip to Alex's hair to pull him away, "when I say you'll have me." It wasn't Alex who was in control, and Jordan was going to make sure he understood that. Shifting his grip, Jordan placed a firm kiss to his temple and then broke away entirely. He leaned back and to the side, reaching out to root through the nightstand that held his prize, trying not to entirely disentangle himself. He came back with the bottle of lube in hand, pressing his nose to Alex's back momentarily just to take him in, and said with a low and promising voice, "And you will have me."

His hissed at the attention to his dick and thrust upward to meet his hand. What the white half was doing was wonderful and if the black half was going to be a bossy top, then he was going to focus all of his attention on the half that was actually wanting to do things with him now. With his free hand, he curled his arm around the white half's waist and pulled him closer, close enough that their dicks and hands were touching and Alex thrust upwards to make sure he noticed. Leaning in by his ear, he licked a small patch of skin underneath it and then sucked lightly, drawing some emotions out as he did. "What do you want from me?" His voice was low enough to seem private, but loud enough for black to still hear him. "You want me to fuck you? Suck you? Finger you until you're screaming and begging for me to get you off? I'll do anything for you."

It takes Alex a long moment to turn his focus back on the black half, nuzzling the neck of the white half affectionately and humming softly against his warm skin. If the black half wanted to be a bossy top, then Alex was going to be a stubborn bottom. He wasn't going to play nice just because there were two of his boyfriend. Jordan wouldn't want him any other way, so it had to be the same with these two. "What, you think I'm just going to bend over for you?" He snorted incredulously. "No thanks. You're gonna have to work for it if you want it. Just because you're half of my boyfriend doesn't mean I'm just going to let you have it. Show me you're good enough to top me."

Moaning incoherently, the white half had to pull himself together to answer. Having Alex nibbling at his emotions right then was only magnifying the tizzy being drawn out. A slow shudder rolled down his spine and he his free hand moved to Alex's side to hold tight, dig in and keep himself grounded. He almost couldn't decide for the options presented, and then there was the challenge being issued to his black half. They were turning it into a game and he wanted part of it, too. Jordan loved games, and he especially loved the ones where winner took all. "Fuck me," he said, turning his head just enough to capture Alex's mouth and start a kiss showing only a fraction of what he wanted done to him in return.

That was cute. Alex thought he could resist, and the black half of Jordan rumbled in quiet laughter. "I don't need you to bend at all," he said, already setting the lube aside now that he had slicked his fingers in the space where Alex couldn't stop talking. His white half seemed to have the same intolerance of Alex's verbosity and was taking care of it handily, which left the black half more than enough time to work. He wrapped his arm around Alex's chest through the space his white half was allowing him, holding him close and still while he pressed two fingers into the puckered entrance.

Well, that was definitely a way to shut him up. The kiss was nice, sure, but watching Jordan fall apart because of him was mesmerizing and would have shut him up for a short while. He moaned into the kiss, not feeding on his emotions like before, but just keeping it as a kiss so he could draw this out long enough for them to enjoy what was to come. He didn't want to drain Jordan completely and have him miss out on the fun.

He growled when the black half pushed his fingers into him and broke away from the kiss so he could continue to mouth off to him. Sorry, white half, but you're just going to have to wait. Alex has priorities. "It's figurative too. You'll have to do better than this." He might be talking big, but his body was quivering and his tongue darting out to lick his lips. His body wanted them and didn't care what they did or how they did it as long as it felt good.

Jordan's white half wasn't idle when Alex pulled away. He was beginning to rock into the hand at his dick, his own grip firming and starting to pump for Alex, and he dipped his head to kiss at his jaw, up his cheek to the bridge of his nose and back down to his mouth. He wanted everything except for Alex to keep talking, wanted him to stop distracting himself and focus on what was right in front of him. His black half was taking care of it whether Alex was going to admit it or not, and they were going to make sure he accepted it all as it was given.

"Is that so," breathed the other Jordan. He moved his head to rest his lips against the soft skin at the side of Alex's neck, just breathing before he began to suck at the skin, hard kisses and intense attention being paid to the single spot until it would become almost too sensitive to touch. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, in and out, push and pull, he was working it with force to drive Alex's body to give in where his mouth would not. He added another finger without warning, reaching in further every chance he got. He was going to get exactly where he wanted and give Alex exactly what he needed, and that was the bottom line for Jordan.

It was difficult for Alex to cooperate when somebody else was in control, even if it was Jordan. Feeling the hand on the dick and jerking up in response to it, Alex remembered where his hand was and returned the favor, sloppily pumping his hand up and down his shaft. He couldn't ignore the white half, even though he was fighting with the black half for control. The white Jordan was going to get the attention that he deserved and Alex was going to have fun giving it to him.

"Y-yes," he responded, his breath shuddering thanks everything happening to him. It was hard for him to keep putting on his act, especially with both Jordans working hard to make him fall apart. When another finger was added, he cried out, his body instinctively pushing down on his fingers and tightening for a moment while Alex rested his head back on black Jordan's shoulder, baring his neck for white Jordan to give attention to. "Fuck," he hissed sharply as he closed his eyes. "You play dirty, you bastard." It doesn't look like there's much in the way of a fight in him anymore.

That was more like it. The black half hummed in amusement, turning to nuzzle at Alex's hair when he made to rest against him. Now that Alex was no longer trying to push him around, he reached for the bottle of lube and pressed it against his white half's arm to draw his attention. It took a moment of prodding for how well they were wrapping up in each other, but eventually the white Jordan responded by moving his hand from Alex's side to take the bottle, temporarily remove the hand on Alex's dick, then squirted some out to start spreading across his length. They were going to move this forward now, push and push and push until Alex had nothing left but Jordan.

Working still on getting him hard enough, the white Jordan shifted his oral attention to lavishing attention all over Alex's neck. His adam's apple was a particularly good spot to work around and he focused on teasing, enticing and adding every little bit that he could. His black half was more measured but no less infuriating for not even slowing his pace during all of the movement. "Precious," the black murmured fondly. "Precious, we pixies don't know the meaning of playing clean."

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