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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ There and Back Again
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B As a Remooning gift from the Lunar Scientia Headquarters, the dedicated team from the Amphoria Room has released their latest perfected technology: Amphoria Pods. These VR Pods, which can fit up to four people at a time, have been set up in the gaming hub within Level 1’s PrismaPlace. They allow users to upload sceneries of their world in order to create a realistic holographic landscape of their homes that others can access and play around with, granting everyone the means to relive past memories with their loved ones as well as interact with the bestiary of other worlds. The pods also use the same technology that enhanced the popular virtual game, League Match Action Online (LmaO), which means you’re liable to feel the chill of cold environments, the burning heat from boiling water, the hard slap of your ex-lover, or the biting sting of a stray wasp. All who use the Amphoria Pods for the first time this year will also receive a small amount of Chroma in case things get too real.

▶ God Save Us from the Queen
Level 1, PrismaPlace and Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

The first month of the year is packed with two of the most important winter events this season: Queen Elara’s birthday and the League Match Action Online (LmaO) PVP semi-finals. It just so happens that the Queen of Lunatia is also a huge LmaO fan. Coincidence? Definitely not! LmaO players and royal family fans alike can meet her at PrismaPlace, where she will be appearing in cosplay of her favorite hero, Ah-Kari, while holding a body pillow of Commander GareBear. You, too, can get an autograph or selfie with the birthday girl if you’re willing to fall in line! Her bodyguards will also be in LmaO cosplay, keeping the crowd under control during the long wait.

Queen Elara

Good day to you all! This may come as a surprise to our guests the Moonblessed, but I am a normal person despite my exalted position. Please do not think of me today as Queen Elara. Instead... my name is Ah-Kari, sorceress of the crystal! With my soul fan blades, through the darkness, I shall slice all who dare hurt my commander in twain!

But when she is not meeting and greeting...

Queen Elara

My comrades, we're going to make history today. We're going for a new record. Perhaps the highest kill counts or the fastest clear for this map — it matters not. We’ve practiced day and night for this tournament, so let us show everyone that we’re not to be taken lightly! Also, the livestream is going in the royal archive, so make your successors proud!!

... she will be furiously grinding her character and training her skills in LmaO in the hopes of qualifying for the finals. Spectators will see her bring her own team full of hapless palace attendants who are there to either serve as her practice match partners or provide support to the one-woman army that is Queen Elara.

PrismaPlace is packed with giant crowds, many of them also in cosplay. While the semi-finals are taking place, new and old LmaO players alike can participate in the game’s current campaign: players who form teams get an improved chance of spawning unique monsters as well as winning rare items and skins in those prized lootboxes! Teams can also try to clear the event’s story together, featuring an aerial battle fought on griffin-back, which is heavily inspired by the popular Lunatian epic, The Battle of Abraxas, a colorful and complex story about the conflict between two families fighting over the fictional land of griffins, Abraxas.

A Progression in the event requires acquiring a griffin mount and getting it ready for battle. You can lure a wild one to yourself with a special veggie pie on a fishing pole. Should the griffin reject the lure, your character will be caught in a wind gaol and can only break out with the help of other players. Should you succeed, raising the griffin is a tedious task that involves players training alongside their respective griffins, running laps with them, taking them to hunt monsters, and feeding them properly. Depending on their diet, the food you give them will affect the color of its plumage and their battle stats.

Or you can skip the hard work and simply moonlace with your teammates through all the progression bars and required materials to save time. Once finished, you’ll be able to battle one another through the thunderous aerial domain of Abraxas. Clearing the event will net you an event-exclusive skin inspired by the royal family’s shining celestial robes and a weapon skin of a body pillow with your favorite character, so do your best!

B In celebration of Queen Elara’s birthday, the office of the royal household is hosting a modest tea party in the Greatmoon Groves. Swiffy bots that are normally programmed to remind visitors to keep the groves clean are now playing a birthday jingle on repeat. For people who prefer to be away from the blinding neon lights and the thumping techno music of PrismaPlace, this is the ideal escape. Unlimited tea and cookies are being served!

The tea is a soft-colored lilac concoction made from Ehrysian tea leaves that are known to cause a huge spike of alertness and is popular to Moon Knights and office workers with long night shifts as well as gamers for those all-night grinding sessions. The assorted cookies have either Ah-Kari or Commander GareBear printed on them. In case it isn't obvious yet, both are the birthday girl’s favorite LmaO characters.

Any Moonblessed looking for extra income is welcome to be royal attendants for the day; the hours are paid by Demichroma. They must be properly dressed up as maids or butlers (outfits provided by the royal household) as they serve tables.

▶ Say Cheese
Level 3, Caihong | top

Meanwhile, Caihong is in the midst of Remooning festivities in celebration of the new year, and merriment usually lasts a fortnight, filled with fireworks in the sky. Upon entering the district, beautiful Prismals with rat ears and tails greet you with a Happy Remooning and eagerly tug you along to join in.

Those welcomed will receive a pack of multi-colored sparklers, mooncakes topped with cheese, and a glowing drink called Champagne Supernova, poured in a thin glass in your hand. If you are over eighteen, the rat Prismals will ask if you prefer your drink with a kick. If you say yes, then they will add flavorful ice that causes extreme intoxication and might leave you to be susceptible to all levels of suggestion. Saying no (or if you’re under 18) will simply leave it as a sweet drink.

A One of the party games being played by the locals is called Lucky Tail, which is basically pinning the tail on the holographic rat stand-in — with a twist, it must be played with a partner! Another participant will blindfold you, spin you around, then push you forward. The stand-in is located at the end of unsteady elevated platforms forming a maze, filled to the brim with distracting objects underneath. They’re long, they’re thick, and they’re vibrating furiously in an attempt to knock you off the platforms.

Your partner must guide you by voice to successfully navigate through the maze! The game is rigged with various mechanisms, so stepping on specific platforms will activate a number of traps against you or your partner: machines that may tickle, drop colorful slime, or cause the platform to repetitively spin, and who knows what else?

Should you manage to get through the obstacle course and pin the tail successfully, you and your partner will win copious amounts of Demichroma, courtesy of Buwan from Buwan’s Stop.

B Another attraction is a fun magic glamour booth known for its face or body swap features. The booth staff, clad in their festive rat paraphernalia, will encourage you and your friends to take aesthetic shots using an illusion generator. The effects last an hour. Photographed images can be instantly uploaded and shared in Prismagram. New year, new you! Why not take the chance to celebrate this momentous occasion in a unique fashion? It’s all in good humor.

There are two buttons to press: (A) CUSTOM or (B) RANDOM. Pressing A will allow participants to customize their desired effects. Pressing B will cause the illusion magic to randomly rearrange participants in questionable positions, new outfits (or lack thereof), and you may even come out of the booth looking like your best friend or your worst rival. The possibilities are endless!

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Being grabbed and hauled off to the bathroom sent images to Dorian's mind of a cat in the middle of being sick or working up a vicious hairball. You don't know what to do with it, but you know you've only got a few seconds before it introduces its inside on your ice, expensive rug, so you snatch it up and toss it out the door. Hope it doesn't smack into a wall.

That vaguely felt like the experience the mage was presently having, but unlike a cat, he had a bit more control over when and where his insides would go and they made it right into the toilet. Everything he'd digested in the past week seemed to evacuate until he was left dry-heaving with no further offerings to give even if he wanted to. When Bull had brought him water, instead of drinking it he used it to rinse his mouth out, anything to get the taste of revisiting everything out of his mouth, the water would have come back up anyway and he didn't want to risk it yet.

Once finished he slumped to the bathroom floor a sweaty, exerted, and naked on a bathroom floor...not where he'd want to end up, but here he was gazing at the half-empty glass of water sitting near to his face and regretting all of the choices he's made that led to this moment. Knowing he'd probably do it again, but never with this world's shitty champagne.

A more rational Hanzo might realize that it was no fault of Dorian's that he'd been taken away from the place. It happened often enough now that people have even grown used to it on the network (the few times he checks that thing). So while he has missed the mage terribly, he doesn't think he was left out of spite, at least when he hasn't been drinking. In his current state, Dorian may as well have walked out on him and taken up his best friend as a lover the night before his wedding with the amount of disdain in his stare.

"I missed you, you fool!"

Something about being met with charm and flirtatiousness while Hanzo was very much upset seemed to amplify his rage on his approach. Unfortunately, Hanzo is completely disarmed when his hand is grabbed and he is pulled in. All of his usual balance while sober is nowhere to be found so he falls into Dorian easily despite the frown on his lips and the crease between his brows as he glares at the man. He doesn't remember it being this hard to resist his charms before, and if Dorian moves in for a kiss, Hanzo wouldn't fight him. At least not right away.

But then. "Is that all you have to say to me? After all this time!?" He puts his hands on Dorian's chest in case he decides to push him away--or pull him closer. He's still very much undecided about that at the moment.

[ Oh, there he is, Fjord pats his head down and rubs the seat of his pants to check the extra appendages have really vanished, huffing through a smile. ]

It was fun while it lasted.

[ Maybe next time he'll be a tortle like Orly, that would be crazy. ]

Sorry, ah. Yes, this is the real me. [ His lips twitch. ] Hello, again.

[ Fjord is hit with the same wave of sensation too, blinking rapidly as it rushes up the back of his neck and makes his leather armour feel far too stuffy. It's not unpleasant, just unexpected, like someone's breath on his neck. ]

I, ah. No, I'm very recently arrived. [ With some inward effort he eases his hand free, eyes locked curiously on Sypha. ] And yourself?

[ Fjord's experience with merfolk went from Vandran clipping him upside the head for staring over the railing too long at them as a boy, to Dashilla trying to eat him and his friends. The sea hag is a world apart from the pretty face that sashays into view right now, a quick ~~Perception roll wow it's bad~~ once-over revealing a beautiful woman with oceanic features, almost exactly the sort of thing Fjord had imagined as a boy. Minus a tail, but. That's expected on land.

And he's kind of into tall women, so being dwarfed by an inch doesn't bother him too much. At all.

His tail swirls anxiously. ]

I, ah. Yes, I suppose they did ... [ Glancing over a shoulder to see his tail, it lashes the other way, his newest body-part trolling him. It didn't look this hard when Beau was a tielfing, goddamn.

Clearing his throat as he straightens, he politely adds, ] I'm sorry if it struck you, Miss.

[ He hears him before seeing him, turning full-circle (and bruising some knees in the process with his rogue tail whipping around) in a startled hurry to find the source. When his blank tiefling-yellow eyes lock onto Molly, Fjord tenses up and goes very still, tail curling close to a leg like a reactionary dog's. His lips part as he stares, looking his old friend over as a host of the old fears he felt when discussing Molly earlier around Connie rear their head in the back of his mind.

It's much stranger to have Molly looking exactly like himself, it turns out. The abstract weirdness of the moment has Fjord saying the only thing that comes to mind, a lump forming in his throat. ]

... Beau started it.

[ With a gesture to the whole tiefling get-up. ]

[Of course he's trying to get rid of her, but every time he tries to think of a way to dump her, a wrench is thrown in the plan. The current wrenches being stuck on an unfamiliar planet, and... the hand exploring downwards. He finds himself responding before he can think, and even the alcohol doesn't keep his frazzled nerves from his voice.]

You're taking this whole-- uh, trapped on another planet thing pretty well! Ha ha...

[Shit, what is he supposed to do now? It's still cheating even in another world. He reaches as if wanting to prise her hands away, but the effort is halfhearted at best.]

I am not! Besides, Fairy is too big to be cute anymore.

[Likely uncaring about what makes one cute or not as long as gets pets, Fairy looks happy, looking like a dog does when it looks as though it's smiling. Soon, she's also licking the hand of the one petting her.]

And surely you're about my age! What would you do if someone called you cu... te...

[His voice trails off before he clams up, going as stiff as a board with his arms to his sides. Great... he didn't actually call her cute, but he feels like he somewhat did!]

[ Congrats Fjord, guess who’s also shit at perception! Or more like, well, how could this merfolk notice that anxiously twirling tail while they’ve got a formidable thwunk of a tiefling before them? He’s no massive Iron Bull, but heeeeeeeey... ]

Oh! Don’t worry about me at all, darling. Even if it did, I wouldn’t mind being helped up by a handsome stranger. Have you been in this city long?

[That handkerchief is swiftly soaked in snot and tears, leaving Jin Ling's face clean even if the telltale redness will take a bit longer to subside. Everything this girl is saying feels so contrary to what he's been told. He's always been told that one has to look strong and infallible at all times, or that crying is something to be outgrown (and is especially unseemly on men). But he wants to believe it, if at least so he doesn't have to feel like he's failing again just because he can't take any more.

And also he likes to think of the rest of the Jin clan - the ones most responsible for making him feel this way - as idiots. That bit brings a slight smile to his face, even as he sniffles.]

I'll have until whenever these Prismals decide to send me back to do anything. I doubt I'm recognized as anything here.

[Is that a blessing in disguise? He wouldn't have to care-- but he's never known anything but caring about his reputation and his pride.]

So... I don't know what to do.

[Could he really live just like anyone else for a while? It's such a strange thought.]

[ Beau would thrive on being called darling, whereas Fjord's cheeks turn a little redder like a mismatched apple. Handsome stranger, oh. He feels a lot like an uncoordinated tiefling pudding on legs at the moment, pushing that anxiety down as he hitches up a smile. ]

Not long, no. I'm still getting a feel for the place, there's a lot to take in. And yourself?

No, I am not, although I have become familiar with them in this place.

[He's not sure he likes your tone, young man, but since he wants to deescalate the situation, he'll take for now, as long as the sword is now sheathed.

But then of course, the next questions comes, and there is a moment of confusion on Moran's face, because Jin ZiXuan is not old enough to have fathered a child this old - until he remembers that time seems to be a bit more.... elastic here.]

So Jin ZiXuan is your father?

[Now that he mentions it...]

There is a family resemblance indeed. And yes, I met him here a few months ago.

I’ve been here for quite a long time! I’d say I’ve pretty much established myself here! I actually work around these parts... a bit down the main street in an establishment called Club Tourmaline. I’m an entertainer!

[ they sip at their drink quite happily, they seem to be very into meeting someone new. Though... maybe they might be getting a bit too much into their drink. ]

So... horns, tail, eyes like that... I suppose you do know what Tieflings are, right? Where are you from?

No idea as of yet. But there's always work to be doing. Might try a spot of cooking; it's one thing I learned out there, and none else can seem to get the right level of heat for me...

There is one thing. The people here lost the knack for sparking power by touch. We'd be competing with the locals for jobs that pay in demichroma.

Not something I'm losing sleep over, but something to keep in mind.

[Honestly, that's fair. All of that is fair. This is not exactly a shocking turn of events given that it's a Berserker he's dealing with, but it is kind of annoying... To think he was considering lending a hand (or just flexing), too!

But truthfully, he isn't too bothered by this turn of events, either. It is a game, after all, so it's fine for him to let loose (but just a little). Why bother playing otherwise?

His stone tablet materializes right into his hand, accepting this (completely unnecessary) challenge.]

Hasn't anyone ever told you not to pick fights you cannot win, Berserker? I almost feel bad about this, but it seems to me like you need to be humbled.

[ Tourmaline. A glance up in the direction of the street reveals little he can currently see because of the crowds but it's good to know anyway. An entertainer could mean anything at all, of course, but the prettiness of the person before him has the memory of the Lavish Chateaux rising up in the back of his mind. He somehow doubts they juggle for a living. ]

Yes, I'm very familiar with tieflings, a member of our party happens to be one. It's a, ah, new unofficial tradition to take the guise of one if there's work to be done that requires a different appearance. I thought I'd have a go while the opportunity was right in front of me for free. Perhaps I should have gone for a tortle, better balance with a heavy shell.

[ The weird seaweed-egg that Melora revamped his body in certainly did a number on Fjord, the thin musculature he sported under Uk'otoa's jealous eye having thickened into the twunky body pretending to be a tiefling right now, thicker set and healthier. It's definitely not the usual slender, whiplash tiefling shape, and he idly wonders if the whole reason he's being chatted up is the illusion. Maybe the mer will lose interest once the pretty features wear off to reveal a more grizzled, bearded half-orc beneath. At least he sounds like he fits his current appearance, that's something.

He's definitely thinking too much. ]

I'm from Wildemount, more specifically the Menagerie Coast. Do you know of it?

[ The last thing she remembers is something that she doesn't particularly want to bring up right now, either. Not when everything is still so surreal and warm. Right now, she just wants to reconnect with the one person on their star that she'd been dying to see the most.

He's surprised her by greeting her with a very welcomed kiss, and now he is on the right path to making her turn bright red with his sweet gestures and words. The feelings she's had for him for years run deep, and never had she expected him to feel the same way, especially under the circumstances. ]

I am glad to be here with you as well. More than you could ever know.

[ Tomorrow's not promised. It wasn't at home, and she doubts that it is here, either, and she doesn't plan on wasting a single moment of this apparent second chance that she's been given. She's looking forward to meeting people, to making new friends and starting a new life where no one knows just who she is or the title she carries.

But most importantly, she's looking forward to finally being able to spend time with Noctis.

When he tugs, she follows with no resistance, happy to be at his side. ]

I have been granted an apartment, which is very much a kindness I was not anticipating. [ She pauses, though, considering something for a split second. ] It is a lovely apartment, but I'm afraid I've very little knowledge of the technology it is equipped with.

[ Twelve years deep in the heart of the Empire and far away from the only place on their start that even had that sort of technology freely accessible to it's people, it's only natural that she'd be a little bit clueless on how to use half of the things in her apartment, alas. ]

You've been here a while... have you made lots of new friends? Do you enjoy life here?

[ Because surely he must feel the same way as she does; with a new world comes a certain freedom. No titles or crowns or fates to bear down on their young shoulders. She's certain there are other responsibilities here, other things to worry about, but it's a far cry from where they'd come from.

Lunafreya is glad for these photo booths right now, too. Not only is she ready to sit down, but they offer a quiet, safe space to be able to speak as freely as they wish without any sort of prying eyes or listening ears. She pushes the curtain back, slipping inside and making sure to use her free hand to keep it open for Noctis as well as she takes a seat on the small bench that resides within. ]

Are you the only person from home here? Other than myself, I mean.

[ This man is decisive, and she likes that about him. There's no dilly-dallying or flip flopping about who will do what, he's decided and she is glad to accept that. The faster they figure this out, the faster they can begin and hopefully win this challenge that they are looking to partake in. ]

Very well. I will make sure to guide you as safely and as accurately as possible.

[ The best part about this, she thinks, is that neither one of them has properly introduced themselves. Something that she will worry about later, because the time for practicing their skills is upon them. She lifts a hand in a 'one moment' sort of gesture, wandering over to grab a blindfold, before she comes back to hand it to him. ]

We will start with the basics first, and then move on to more complicated maneuvers once we have that figured out. Is this acceptable to you?

... Jingyi, the Maiden Qing who is here is about our age. Not that little.

[ But he is definitely smirking a tiny bit at Jingyi complimenting Jin Ling, even if it's even fainter than it would usually be because ...

Wen robes. ]

Zizhen? Will you try it?

Everyone think of what you want, this time...

... not that I'm sure what I'd like, if I were to change.

[ They polish off the rest of their third? Fourth? Flute of champagne and they feel just that intense warmth and the floating sensation of intoxication filling their senses. Everything just absolutely feels like a dream now.

~~Also known as I’m rolling shit at Constitution saves tonight!~~

But when the stranger mentions Wildemount and the Menagerie Coast, their confident, flirty expression seem to soften visibly, a knowing smile creeping over their lips. It’s a bit of a sad one, too. ]

I take it you might be a friend of Mollymauk Tealeaf?

[ Someone's deep into their cups tonight, judging from the confident slog of champagne that the mer knocks back like the drink has no taste at all. Maybe oceanic folk handle alcohol differently because it's a liquid and they live? in water?? or maybe that's a dumbass conversation to strike up with Beau some time, she'd be good for it.

Any flirtation seeps away as he realises who this may actually be, brows flying up as the mention of Molly's name acts like a bucket of ice down his spine. Cautiously, Fjord tries to remember the information he got from Connie earlier and apply it now. ]

... Yes. Are you — Fish?

[ He's mostly sure that was what Connie said Molly's partner called themselves, awkwardly hoping he didn't just insult a mer in the worst way possible. ]

That’s me, darling. That’s what everyone calls me.

[ With the high of their intoxication waning, they’re more in a mood to sit down somewhere or something. Impulsively, they grab the stranger by the wrist. ]

Come come, let’s sit somewhere! This is absolutely not a conversation to be having standing among the crowd!

[ They pull him off through some alleyways and into a small clearing away from the crowds with what seems to be a playground with a slide shaped like a round elephant. Fish pulls him over to the elephant’s trunk-slide to plop into. ]

You’ve heard about me from someone, have you?

[ A noise like Erk! stumbles out of him as he's dragged out of the street and into what looks like a park, Fish plopping down to sprawl on a novelty slide. Fjord takes a look around and sees some adult-sized swings, then thinks better of his choices today and remains standing. ]

A small green tiefling named Connie spoke of you, [ this fairytale hero in the story of Molly's happiness until Fish met him just now, ] he said you were the love of Molly's life.

[ To paraphrase. ]

Impossible! It's not yours until it's eaten one! And I bet it'll taste yours and realize it tastes horrible!

[Did either of them make this pie? Probably not. Does it matter either way? Definitely not!

Jin Ling lifts his foot up high to step over the bush cover between them, but still his robes catch on a branch. He grabs the corner of fabric and wrests it free, still looking as tough as he can towards the other young man.

Well... he certainly doesn't have the same muscle. Which is a little intimidating, even if Jin Ling thinks that he's a little taller. Still!]

Ha! I accept your challenge, you meathead! And I'll even be courteous enough to allow you to choose the method of combat!

[Fists? Swords? Archery? Standing around self-aggrandizing until one of them gives up? He'll win at them all! (With a bit of luck, anyway.)]

[ Somehow, the words kind of sort of make Fish suddenly sober up. They're all too aware of everything now: the cold air of the season, the sound of their heart beating in their chest, the presence of this stranger in tiefling skin telling them this... and the ring on the third finger of their left hand. Their cheeks heat up, and they aren't sure if it's the champagne supernovas or the words from this stranger.

Unconsciously, they move their hands, their slender fingers toying idly over the metal there. They can't quite look straight at this stranger anymore. ]

... I guess you could say that. Though personally, I'd like to think he's the love of my life.

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