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Chapter 1
By : Timaelan
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There weren't enough facilities in the camp to build up a proper Commander's room, let alone a Throne room, and Trunks had to be content with a cramped office where three people could hardly stand together.
He was sitting at the makeshift desk with the connection pad resting before him. The device was off as he had just ended his call to Vegitasei. The soldier in charge of the transmission was standing still on the other side of the table and waiting for further order. His Prince kept contemplating the black screen in silence though.
He felt drained. For some reasons, his father still cared to hear his report in person and it meant Trunks had to bear with that stern face-to-face with him every day. If it had been about private chats he wouldn't have minded, but it was only formal talks with the sulking Councilors lurking around, out of the Prince's view and yet so visible to his mind.
He couldn't help but wonder whether Gohan had said anything about his reaction to Goten's official death. In fact, Trunks wasn't sure if the other hybrid had reported at all that news of Goten had leaked out, but Gohan was such loyal Commander to his King that the doubt was thin. Trunks could have asked Gohan directly, but Goten had become a topic the young Prince wanted to avoid at all cost for the moment.
Either way, if he knew anything about Trunks' fit of rage, Vegeta never mentioned it. He was acting as cold as usual and if it hadn't been for his persistence to speak to his son every day, Trunks would have sworn that he didn't give a damn as their daily conversations were all but casual and comforting.
Yet, Trunks had some good news to announce today. With the natives close to being wiped out, the mission was nearly done. He'd given a call to Fennel in order to boost the scientists' work already. The old Saiyan had stayed on the ship where he could coordinate all his teams and collect the results of their plotting. He'd been stressed out by Trunks' call. Everything the Prince did or said always stressed him out since the young hybrid had worded the possibility of killing him and his team. Trunks somehow enjoyed his fearful reaction. If anything, he liked to take it as a token of respect. Moreover, it might allow them to be done quicker with Kenam and to return to Vegitasei at last. Then, it would be time to deal with Goten's issue once and for all. For now, Trunks had no clue about how he would cope, but he would find something better than the frustration of a resigned passivity.
Someone knocked at the door and the sound dragged the Prince out of his musing. He looked up at the soldier waiting to take back the pad. The Saiyan eyed him back with an unaffected face but Trunks had the feeling to glimpse a kind of wariness in his orbs. For some reasons, the soldiers were acting more formal and reserved than usual. The Saiyan Trunks had attacked in the sparring room had eventually died after the surgery he went through and the Prince had the feeling that his death was somehow related to his men's behavior. Either way, fact was the Hybrid might have gained at last the respect he'd wished for. He handed the device to the Saiyan and ordered the newcomer in.
The doctor poked a hesitant face inside the room. Trunks motioned his head as to command her in while the soldier stepped out with a stiff salute.
The female Saiyan closed the door behind him and saluted her Prince in turn. Trunks couldn't help but glance at the scar sneaking out of her eye-patch and running down her cheek. Her face was downright ugly but her valid eye was shining with a vivid flame he knew to mean smartness.
"Your Highness, I'm done examining the patients," she claimed.
"So?"
"Your Second lost a lot of blood, but he shows no sign of infection so far. I'm keeping an eye on him though. We don't know much about this planet, so I'm worried about any disease breaking out later. He'll keep a nasty scar as a souvenir of Kenam, but except for that, he'll be fine provided he eats and rests properly," she explained.
Trunks was actually mostly eager to hear of their captive, but the doctor had picked up Teeb for a start of her report. She hadn't missed he was the one causing Trunks' biggest concern. She was clever, just like he had suspected. "Do you think a regeneration tank would be safer?" the hybrid asked.
She put her hands in her pockets and tilted her head in a thoughtful stance. "Hm. Considering our lack of energy, I don't think it's necessary for now."
Trunks sat back in his chair and crossed his arms with a sigh. "What about the prisoner?"
"A broken arm, some stitches. He might be the one needing a regeneration tank if you ask me, but as we know, we miss the energy. It would be a loss. Not to mention, he lost his mind entirely, so healing him would be of no use for us either way," she stated coldly.
"Any chance he could regain his wits and talk?" Trunks asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not an expert but he's so delirious and out of his mind that I hardly see him back to his former self anytime soon."
Trunks frowned and mulled over her speech for a while. "Could it be that he took something? Some sort of mighty drug?"
She raised her eyebrows at the question. "Why not? I know some particular products able to cause such state, but there is none here on Kenam. His blood test showed nothing unusual anyway."
Trunks' lips twisted in disappointment. He'd thought that maybe the soldiers had been drugged. He couldn't find any other rational explanation to their acting. Maybe the doctor hadn't been able to detect anything because of the basic means she had at disposal. "I want him transferred back to the ship and healed in the main medical bay. Tell them to test the blood again there," he ordered.
She nodded. "I'll take care of it. Do you want to hear about the female too?"
He looked up at her. Her question hinted that Trunks' disliking for Pepper hadn't gone unnoticed by her. It was annoying. "Of course, why not?" he snapped as a way to tell her to mind her own business.
Her eyes fluttered at the dry voice and she cleared her throat. "Broken ribs and some sprained muscles, along with countless bruises and sores. Nothing serious though. My main concern was the baby. The pregnancy is about 15 weeks already, a small child. The heart's beating at a normal rate and I could feel it moving, so it's alive and seemingly well. It might need some vitamins and rest for a better growth though. I don't understand why she was sent on mission in her state."
Trunks felt like suggesting to ask Gohan but he knew better than satisfying the nosy female's inquisitiveness. "Thanks for the report. Let me know if there's anything new about Lord Teeb," he just replied.
She saluted him again and left.
When she was gone, Trunks tossed his head and stretched his back and neck. Peering through the window, he noted that daylight was dying at last. The cycle of days and nights were long on Kenam, but the Saiyans still tried to stick to the planet's rhythm, which resulted into days feeling downright endless.
The Prince was exhausted and hungry. He stood up and exited the tiny office. He found out that the camp was back to a noisier atmosphere and swarming with soldiers back from their daily missions. Campfires had been built up and a cheerful hubbub echoed all over the place. The rumor of Chard's return had spread and the men knew it to mean a close end of their boring mission. Their joyful mood was the sign that they had turned as fed up with Kenam as their Prince.
Trunks made his way through the barracks and walked absently to Gohan's place. With more space in the open than on the ship, the hybrids had been assigned personal rooms. Thus, Trunks had returned to a lonely privacy. He didn't mind. He knew things had to be that way. A Saiyan Prince couldn't exhibit any special care for anyone that wouldn't carry his children. Sleeping with Gohan was nothing shocking, but sharing his room without necessity was something different.
After the odd events of the day, Trunks longed for his Commander's company and advices though. He entered Gohan's barrack without knocking at the door, but his mood turned sour at once as he found Pepper sitting in an armchair facing Gohan on the sofa.
The female kept quiet as soon as she saw him, and Gohan gave him a surprised gaze. The young Prince took upon himself to act as natural as possible, but he was aware that he'd just interrupted their talk. "Coming to surrender, officer Pepper?" he said sarcastically with a cold glance at her.
"Pepper has some request," Gohan claimed.
The newcomer's blue orbs studied the female's injured features. She had her head down in respect, but she was nervous, even annoyed as far as Trunks could judge. He walked closer to her armchair and rested nonchalantly his hand on the backrest. "Mind to tell me what it's about?"
Pepper gazed up bluntly at him. "I can't go back to the ship, Your Highness," she claimed with an unexpected urge.
Trunks frowned, his eyes burning with an icy disapproval. "Really? Care to tell us why? Should I remind you that you're already a borderline case with hiding your pregnancy? If I had been your Commander-"
"Pepper thinks something's wrong with our troops," Gohan cut off calmly.
Trunks repressed a sigh. That was a nice way to sugar-coat things. He gave the female another hard peek. "Something wrong? Well, some of them tend to disobey the rules, I give that to you, but-"
"They're getting aggressive, Your Highness. I don't only mean the soldiers attacking me this afternoon. A lot of them are behaving weird, getting overemotional in a way or another," Pepper resumed. Although she was uncomfortable while addressing her Prince, she also sounded fiery and her boldness irritated Trunks to no end.
He raised an eyebrow. "I wonder if you're not the one getting overemotional? You know with hormones and all," he retorted.
She blushed and her eyes flared up with contained anger, but she held back any reply while Trunks was daring her to lose her nerves and prove him right. Gohan stepped eventually in to interrupt their silent fight. "You went through a tough day and you need some rest, officer Pepper. I'll talk with His Highness."
She turned to him and nodded. Getting the signal that she was asked to leave, she stood up and saluted them all by avoiding Trunks piercing eyes.
When she was gone, Trunks glared at Gohan still sitting on the sofa. "What's going on with this woman?" he hissed while pointing at the door she'd just stepped through.
"I was about to ask you the same," Gohan growled defensively.
Trunks gaped at the stupidity of the answer. "She hid her pregnancy, dear Lord Commander. If we were on Vegitasei, she'd be under arrest already and you know that. You're so soft with her. I can't help but question myself."
Gohan's face turned stern and his eyes darkened. "Would you really lock up a pregnant woman into a stinking cell? Have you already done it?"
Trunks stiffened. Of course he'd never done it. It wasn't the point though. "I was just wondering why you allow her to beg for one more favor although you were already very forgiving with her. Also… why is it she comes to ask you said favor while I'm out of sight? Any idea?"
Gohan's lips curled in a contained smile. He grabbed the bottle on the coffee table and poured himself a glass. "I'm not a fool, Trunks and neither is she. She didn't want to bump into you, we all got it. As a matter of fact, she's impressed by you. Are you actually aware of the way you impress most of the soldiers? I'm her Commander anyway, so I'm the one she has to report or ask anything."
Trunks shrugged in disbelief. "Impressed," he huffed bitterly while slumping down in the chair Pepper had just left. He watched Gohan sitting opposite of him and sipping his drink. "Have you fucked her?" he resumed. He hadn't been able to prevent the words from slipping out his lips, and for some reasons he regretted them as soon as they were uttered.
The question was rewarded by the hint of a smirk twisting Gohan's lips again and Trunks grimaced. "You did," the Prince stated.
Gohan didn't comment the question or the answer though. He sat back in the sofa and rested a foot on the coffee table, his eyes locked on the younger male. "She's scared," he claimed in a more serious tone.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I would be scared too if I had been attacked the way she had, but I'd like her to be even more scared by our authority," he grumbled by serving a glass for himself.
"That's not what I mean. She told me about something odd. She believes there's something wrong on Kenam and she wants to keep studying the place here. That's why she doesn't want to go back to the ship," Gohan resumed.
Trunks took a sip of his drink and mulled over Gohan's tale for a while. "Weird theory, if you ask me. So, she thinks something on Kenam affects the men's behavior and that's why her companions attacked her, is that it? That would also be the reason why she should stay with us instead of going and locking herself in a safe lab on the ship. Is that what she said?"
Gohan had a slow silent nod.
Trunks sighed with an annoyed frown. "Let me try another insane theory. The men's behavior isn't the only odd thing there. How do you explain that she was the only one in her team still thinking straight while her companions were all mad and wild? And why would a pregnant woman endanger her baby just for her Commander's sake although she could just ask another scientist to do the research for her on site? That's incredible devotion. My own theory is that someone drugged the soldiers - the whole team save Pepper, that is. Now, try to forget your cock and think about it. Everyone. Save. Pepper."
Gohan blinked. He was trying to hide his shock at the realization that Trunks was offering a fair explanation. He cleared his throat. "Are you hinting she could be part of the Saiyan Flame?"
Trunks shrugged. "Well, except for the fact that she fucks hybrids, it could hold together."
Gohan drank the rest of his drink in one gulp and sighed. "I didn't fuck her," he uttered slowly by taking the bottle and serving himself another glass.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "You didn't?" he stated with a disbelieving pout. "Or should I understand you didn't fuck her you didn't fuck her, yet?"
Gohan chuckled. "Geez. Are you jealous or something?"
The younger male frowned in awkwardness. He wasn't embarrassed at the question in itself, rather at the fact that Gohan had picked the Earthling word "jealous". In fact, Trunks didn't know the Saiyan word for it – he wasn't even sure such a word existed - but jealousy wasn't something a Saiyan Prince was supposed to feel anyway. Jealousy meant pain and rejection, two things that were definitely unfamiliar to Saiyan Royalty. At best, Saiyan Royalty could happen to be possessive, but it was a normal thing considering no Saiyan should forget they belonged to their King. Thus, the odd mix of Saiyan and Earthling languages felt disturbing. Moreover, it hinted that Trunks should question himself about his annoyance at Gohan's sympathy for Pepper, and by rebound about his relationship with Gohan.
In the Saiyan standard, they were nothing to each other. Occasional sex partners – Saiyans didn't even have any exact word to describe it. However, Gohan was also half Earthling and he naturally tended to see things as an Earthling too, while Trunks tried so hard to be oblivious of that damn Earthling point of view. The Prince was confused as he wondered if he was actually getting jealous, and if he was, did that mean that he inwardly considered Gohan as his lover?
The older Hybrid seemed to notice the young Prince's bafflement and he resumed in a calm voice. "I did try to fuck her back when she became part of my squad. It was two years ago and she turned me down. This old history now."
The statement snatched Trunks out of his numbness. He blinked in disbelief. Gohan had a playful smile dancing on his lips and he looked very amused by the younger male's reaction. "She… turned you down?" Trunks repeated.
Gohan nodded. "Yeah. It happens sometimes. I assume it never happened to you, right."
Trunks was doing his best to process the information. How could someone as meaningless as Pepper turn down the gorgeous Gohan Son, Great Commander of the Saiyan Army, Grandson of Bardock and Son of Kakarott? Unless she was actually part of the Saiyan Flame despising any half-blooded, that was. Still, that possibility wasn't the one haunting Trunks' mind. As a matter of fact, he kept wondering if Gohan had actually moved on after such unexpected rejection. "So… Are you still after her?" he stammered.
As a reply, Gohan snapped his glass on the table with a deep sigh. "You don't get it Trunks. We're Saiyan soldiers, there's no seduction game through sweet talk and caring attitude. If I still wanted her, being soft would be the last thing to do. I can't believe that the Prince of all Saiyans never figured that out."
Trunks did his best to hide his astonishment. He felt piqued by the last sentence too. He'd gone through a fair amount of partners since he was sixteen and although it had never been about sweet romances, he'd always tried to act civilized and he'd never been rejected or mocked. Had it only been because he was the Prince? Was the respect he'd always showed to his partners something actually useless and laughable for Saiyans? The mere thought had him blush out of shame and anger. He could remember his shyness as a teenager when it had been about approaching someone he felt like putting in his bed. All these years, he'd been blinded by his Earthling side again while Saiyans definitely liked it rough.
He downed his glass and put it down as well. Then, standing up, he walked up to Gohan. Shoving his foot down from the coffee table, he leaned over him and kissed him abruptly. The older male responded by combing his hair backwards with his fingers.
The Prince wrapped his hand around Gohan's jaw, forcing his chin up in order to have better access to his mouth. His tongue fought forcefully the older hybrid's, tossing and turning inside his mouth, preventing him from breathing properly. Gohan didn't withstand the move, even when Trunks ripped his jacket open and pinned him down on the sofa.
When the Prince broke the kiss, Gohan was panting and baffled at his sudden harshness. It was the first time Trunks was initiating things that way. They hadn't had sex since they had left the ship the week before. There had been no time and no opportunity since they now had their own rooms. Gohan had almost forgotten how quickly the younger Hybrid could turn him on. Now, he was also realizing that he was gifted at being in charge.
"You mean, a Saiyan would like it better that way?" Trunks grunted.
The older male was now lying on his back while his friend was leaning over him with his hands grabbing the armrest and caging him down. The situation felt overwhelming and somewhat suffocating, but as Gohan tried to regain some freedom by moving up, he was rewarded by Trunks' grip on his shoulder forcing him back down. Gohan huffed in disbelief. Yet, the blue orbs above him had turned fiery. "I wanna do you," the Prince growled in a low voice.
Gohan was taken aback by the claim for a while. "Wha… what?" he murmured.
As a reply, Trunks undid the older male's belt with skillful, slow gestures. "I'm gonna do you," he repeated in a clear voice.
Gohan caught his forearm in order to interrupt him. "Trunks, I don't think it's going to happen this way. I-" He broke off at the sight of the Prince's wide smirk disclosing bright sharp teeth. Trunks licked his lips by removing the belt and slipping his hand in the waistband. "What way do you want it to happen, then? We are Saiyan soldiers, right?"
Gohan arched as Trunks hand ran over his crotch, but before he could word any other objection, the Prince's lips crashed again on his. The kiss was so feverish that Gohan got carried away and moaned in approval. Trunks kept caressing him in a teasing manner while their tongues were challenging each other. Yet, just when Gohan was slipping in a blissful trance, all the attention was gone. Trunks stood up and started undoing his armor in slow motion. Gohan looked up at him, breathless. The blue orbs were locked on him, both burning and icy as the Prince stripped off casually.
Studying the body slowly revealed, Gohan grew somewhat impatient though. He kicked off his own boots and got rid of his pants. Then, he sat up and tried to pull Trunks closer to him by grabbing his hips. The prince surprised him as he resisted though. Gohan looked up at him in bewilderment and found Trunks' smug face smirking at him. "You're in a hurry, now?"
Gohan was a bit upset at the game and he let go of the younger male's hips. He had no doubt Trunks wouldn't be long to be the one in a hurry soon. The Prince eventually stepped closer to him. He slipped his fingers in Gohan's mouth and forced the lips open before thrusting his cock inside. The older hybrid had the reflex to toss his head but Trunks' free hand prevented him from doing so and the whole shaft nearly went in in one go.
The intrusion was somewhat unexpected, but the older hybrid accepted the game nevertheless. It was sort of exciting after all. Trunks wasn't completely hard at first, but Gohan helped him grow pretty quickly.
The younger male's thrust weren't kind and Gohan had a hard time keep up with the rushing pace, but each time he tried to grunt in disapproval, he was rewarded by a harsher move. However, just when he was about to stop the game, Trunks started to moan in pleasure and it triggered such a delightful feeling in Gohan's crotch that he decided to keep going on, rubbing his tongue and squeezing gently the balls.
The Prince's growl grew louder until he snatched off his cock out of his lover's mouth. Once again, Gohan was caught off guard by his move even though it felt like a great relief for his jaw. He almost fell forward and Trunks had to hold him back by grabbing one of his shoulders. The younger male was breathless and looking down at him with lustful eyes. "Don't make me come now. I still wanna do you," he panted.
Gohan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Listen, I-"
Trunks silenced him with a rough kiss again, forcing him to sit back on the sofa. "Don't tell me you never did it that way," the young Prince murmured in his ear.
Gohan had a shiver. "Huh, actually- It's not exactly my thing," he mumbled in hesitation.
"How exciting, Lord Commander," Trunks whispered with a soft chuckle. The Prince resumed his kissing in a much softer manner, with his tongue carefully teasing Gohan's. He was now sitting in the older hybrid's lap, causing their body and cocks to brush each other. Gohan was growing harder with each second. He wanted Trunks more than he could say, but he'd never liked to be down and he'd managed to avoid such situation his whole life.
Trunks ran his lips down his chin and along his neck. "Let me have my way and you'll change your mind. You have to trust me. What did you say about trust again?" he purred playfully in Gohan's ear.
The older male closed his eyes as a way to struggle the temptation. The young Prince's fingers were roaming his chest and circling his nipples in a utterly frustrating manner.
Getting no answer, Trunks carried on. "If you don't wanna play the Earthling way, we can play it the Saiyan way. I'm your Prince," he growled. Gohan was taken aback as he was slammed on his back on the sofa. Before he knew it a strong hold was working on his cock while a greedy tongue was toying with one of his nipples.
He couldn't help but arch with a grunt. His hands reached out for Trunks's face, but only found the lavender mane, gripping the locks forcefully. Instead of shoving the younger male away, Gohan found himself roaming his back and pulling him closer.
Trunks' mouth moved down to his cock, increasing the delight and driving him totally mad. After a while, Gohan was startled by two fingers entering him carefully. He repressed a grimace at the intrusion but he quickly grew used to the attention which turned into an unexpected pleasure. He was aware that he would never let this happen with anyone else, but he actually didn't mind giving that to Trunks, so he stopped thinking and enjoyed the bliss. He was now moaning at the increasing delight. If the Prince kept going on, he wouldn't last long. Trunks was surprisingly good. For some reasons, Gohan had thought he wouldn't be experienced at pleasuring others, but that wasn't the case. "Trunks," he panted in an attempt to warn him about his close climax.
"Hey, what? I was just heating up," the Prince's taunting voice whispered.
Gohan opened his eyes and was welcomed with the blurry sight of a smug smirk. Without any warning, Gohan felt more fingers thrusting inside him. His body was instantly hit by an mighty shockwave and he spilled himself with a strong yelp. Trunks stroked him in order to help the release.
Gohan watched him as he coated his hands with the semen and rubbed his own hard cock with it. Excitement was gleaming in his blue orbs, but the older male's hazy mind could hardly process the sight.
Trunks leaned over his face and kissed him again. His tongue was seeking Gohan's with eager and Gohan responded the kiss by grabbing his lover's neck and pulling him closer. Trunks forced himself out of his embrace and lifted carefully one of Gohan's legs. He took all the time in the world to position himself and the older male felt his blood boiling in his veins as he realized he was shivering in anticipation.
Then, Trunks pushed in. Gohan couldn't help a backlash, but he was held in place by a strong grip on his shoulder. He repressed a grunt as the forceful move inside seemed endless. Yet, another growl took him aback and he looked up at Trunks. The Prince had closed his eyes and bliss was shining through his features. His moans sounded like whining, as if the pleasure was too unbearable. The sight was utterly exciting and helped Gohan relax and forget his discomfort.
He adjusted his position and guided Trunks' hips until he was fully in. The prince murmured a word he didn't grasp. He was panting and hissing above Gohan. He opened his eyes and looked back at the older male with a weak smile. "Relax," he whispered softly while chasing away a black lock falling on Gohan's forehead.
Gohan tried to do as he was told, but truth was that no matter how hard he tried, it felt like Trunks was oversized. When the Prince went back, there was a faint relief, but then he pushed in again and Gohan blurted a growl mixing surprise and unease.
Trunks didn't pay him any mind. He kept going. At first Gohan had been quite conflicted between the desire to have more and the will to be freed from that intrusion, but he found himself enjoying it after a few thrusts. Trunks was getting louder and it definitely helped the older male.
Soon enough, the Prince gave up to any carefulness though, and although Gohan had somehow feared the roughness, he figured out it just increased his pleasure.
Gohan needed to grab the edge of the sofa in order to avoid falling down as the thrusting was getting harder. Trunks didn't even notice though. He was so engrossed in his trance, Gohan felt like kissing him. His face was actually an amazing sight and Gohan felt he was getting hard again. As if guessing it, Trunks grabbed his cock and stroke him forcefully.
Trunks' moves had become so brusque that the sofa was shaking in a worrying manner, but Gohan was completely oblivious of it. He heard himself cry with every thrust, Trunks' voice responding in echo. The pace had quickened and Gohan was close again. However, before he knew it, Trunks came in a sharp shout. The younger male froze as his fingers sank deeper into Gohan's soft skin, leaving a bruised trace. His blue eyes were wide in bewilderment. He had stopped caring for Gohan's cock in the process but Gohan didn't care as he was mesmerized by the sight of his face expressing a delighted astonishment at the sudden climax.
Trunks' breathing was hectic and sweat was beading on his skin. Gohan caressed his cheek in a soothing way, still tantalized by the light shining in the Prince's eyes. Trunks pulled away from him and sat on the sofa in front of him with a deep sigh.
Freed from his weight, Gohan sat up in turn. He was still hard and didn't intend to stay that way. He grabbed his begging crotch and leaned forward to kiss Trunks. The Prince seized softly his companion's shaft and helped his move while letting Gohan ravaging his mouth. It wasn't long until the older male spilled himself with a moan in his Prince's hands.
Gohan rested his forehead on Trunks' collarbone and they stood silent for a while. Then, the younger male shifted away as to kiss him again. It was a simple kiss on the lips. "Thank you," he murmured as Gohan loosened their embrace.
Gohan dropped on the sofa. He craved for a nice sleep now. The young Prince was already getting dressed. Gohan glanced at him in mild annoyance. "Won't you sleep here tonight? It would still be acceptable regarding the etiquette, you know. Especially after you acted so Saiyan."
Trunks stared back at him. He looked oddly hesitant as if something was bothering him. "You know what I would love us to do?"
As a reply, Gohan raised a half-questioning, half-concerned eyebrow.
"Hunt."
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