eggbowl | In my blood...

You don't want this...?

[Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, like a hunter toying with his prey. thumbs relent again as he finally lets go of his neck, eyes trailing down to the angry handprints on Zhongli's neck. beautiful, just like him. a thought that Dohalim will admit to thinking about; he'd be lying to himself if he didn't think that the deity is attractive. though, he never did act on it before the corruption sunk into him, but is this really the way to go about it?

he pushes that question aside. he'd already put in his demands.

Dohalim shifts his hips down a little, before grinding down hard against Zhongli; he still watches, to see his reaction. perhaps the body wants what the mind doesn't, at least in Zhongli's case, but really, Dohalim, at this point, doesn't really care. or, maybe, it really is the corruption talking, wanting to taint the deity even more, wanting to ensnare him as well. to put to the test his strength and fortitude. after all, even the strongest rock will erode in time]

I find myself... Not caring, whether or not you want this. I offer this as your penance. Satisfy me, and I will consider forgiving you.

[Zhongli's breath hitches when Dohalim grinds hips against his own, a faint aching need that he so rarely feels. the passing thought is so occasional he hadn't even considered that others might look at him with some measure of want, even.

but this... ah. corruption or not, his body responds marvelously to stimulation. it's not the most obvious, beneath his clothes, but still. he doesn't know how much of this is Dohalim and how much is the corruption, but he'll weather the latter. he must, even if he can feel it now. it seems... he may well be in for the same fate as Dohalim, if they don't find a way to mitigate all this.]

... nngh. I see... then I suppose I will have to do my best to satisfy you, won't I?

[at least he's not new to the idea, even if it's been quite some time. and if it hurts a bit... well, he can handle that too.]

[and it's that reaction that Dohalim is waiting for; there's a small, but wicked grin on his face as he grinds down again. warm pleasure spreads from his hips throughout his body as he lets out a soft sigh. there's something so wrong here, something he should stop before it gets to far, before he hurts Zhongli, but at the same time, with the deity's body reacting in such a way, how could he stop? and with the corruption fogging his senses, it would just seem like a losing battle. he doesn't even try to reach out through it, this time, but instead lets it blanket him. it's... cold, but warm at the same time. tumultuous, but comforting. he can feel his fear and anxiety, his anger, but... he just leans into it, instead of fights it.

perhaps... falling into it won't be so bad...

he continues the movements for a moment or two more, before he moves to stand. he should have his regalia removed; it wouldn't do to get it messy, after all. he supposes he should also let Zhongli have the dignity of clothes he can put back on after all is said and done, too]

Strip, and then when you're done, undress me. Do be careful, this time, your last attempt was sloppy.

[it's strange, how easy it is to slip into it. to think that the corruption isn't so bad, in bits and pieces. he knows just how dangerous that thought is, though, and it's something he'll have to take a moment to help protect against when he can... think, for a moment.

like when Dohalim pulls away to stand, leaving the deity to sit up slowly and deliberately. the application of astral energy is subtle, too - an attempt not to aggravate the anxiety and fear and all the things that corruption feeds on - enveloping their bond in a firm barrier, easily mistaken for simple comfort and care.]

Sloppy... I see.

[he supposes it was probably somewhat sloppy, given how obnoxious the man's regalia is, but Zhongli has an excellent memory. once or twice is all he needs to have nearly perfect control over taking those layers off - his own are trivial in turn.

and beneath them is the body of a fighter, lean and toned. Dohalim might have struggled to feel it through all the layers of fabric, but he's hardly small by any means, either. and, perhaps least surprising of all, he's not even a little embarrassed to be naked in front of the man.

approaching, he leans forward to start the painstaking process of stripping the Lord, movements delicate and precise.]

[hungry eyes look Zhongli up and down; he's even better than Dohalim imagined. he supposes it's to be expected of a warrior god, but he still pleases the eye. his gaze doesn't move from Zhongli's form; how could he when he's such a fine specimen?

it also pleases him that the deity's movements as he undresses him are more precise; if Dohalim didn't know any better, he would think that Zhongli had been doing this his entire life. he could probably even dare to say that he's better than even the most tenured servant in the palace.

maybe, though, it might have something to do with his warning earlier. he's not sure, but he won't question it, either.

when the final piece of his regalia is slipped off and tucked away, Dohalim grabs Zhongli's arm roughly, pulling him close for a searing kiss. his other hand comes up to fist it into the other's hair, effectively pushing his head close so he can deepen the kiss. he wastes no moment as his tongue forces its way past Zhongli's lips, wanting to greedily taste every bit of him. half lidded amber eyes watch him as he kisses him, watching for more of those subtle reactions.

Dohalim tugs on Zhongli's hair as he breaks the kiss, breath huffing small puffs of breath on the deity's face as he catches his breath]

On your knees.

[he doesn't wait for Zhongli to move or protest, but instead brings the hand holding onto his arm up to his shoulder, before pushing down on it. he has to wonder just how much experience Zhongli has in his long life; he intends on putting that to the test. and really, as he glances at his own half hard cock, Dohalim can't really do anything in his current state. yet]

[it's perhaps a combination of the two - Zhongli rarely sees a point to doing anything less than perfectly, so long as he knows how it should be done. but regardless, there's a grunt as Dohalim pulls him close, a noise of protest when a hand fists in his hair to hold him close.

the sudden roughness is equally alarming from Dohalim, and if he didn't know its origins, might spark a number of questions. as it stands, he brooks no refusal when the Renan's tongue slides between his lips, the warmth of it earning a little shiver from Zhongli himself. they're all small reactions, but definitely noticeable.

there's even a faint huskiness to his breaths when Dohalim tugs on his hair and pulls back, that hunger in his eyes a little more plain this close. if not the choking, he certainly does not mind rough handling.

given an order and pushed to obey without a second's hesitation, the deity falls to his knees easily enough. there's still a hint of fierceness there when he looks up, lips swollen from the kiss and hair disheveled where it's not caught in the redhead's grasp.]

You're more impatient than I expected.

[exhaling a shuddering breath, he doesn't bother waiting for another order. they both know, at least in part, what Dohalim wants. a hand rises to curl around the base of his cock, stroking it firmly as he leans in to mouth at the side, following the length of it to slip the tip between his lips.

it's... definitely not the first time he's done this, clearly.]

[if Zhongli were to hesitate for even a moment after his words, Dohalim would have had none of it, and would have shoved his entire length in his mouth to silence him. though, he does spot that fierceness in Zhongli's eyes, one that he could construe as defiance, if it weren't for the swift movements of a hand wrapping around his cock, and the hot heat enveloping it.

eyes flutter closed for a moment as Dohalim tilts his head back, his hand still gripping onto Zhongli's hair tightly. he's surprised, to say the least, that the deity is... rather experienced when it comes to oral pleasure. had he done this to previous partners in the past, or had he just learned from having it performed on him? or maybe a bit of both? curious questions that are quicky brushed away to focus on the mouth currently sheathing over his cock. he has to wonder just how deep he can get it in Zhongli's mouth, if he can get the entire length in. he is, by no means, small either, and even the more willing courtesans he's bedded do take their time with him]

Ah-- You're... Better than expected...

[if this were any other time, and if he were in a more level head, Dohalim would be just as kind about it. however, impatience does overcome him, as well as a need to treat Zhongli roughly, Dohalim presses at the back of his head as his hips shift forward, not caring of the discomfort this is no doubt causing. he'll just have to take it, like everything else he'll give him]

[there's a twitch of amusement at one corner of his mouth when Dohalim speaks, mouth and tongue moving to slide a bit more in, tasting. he suspects there won't be much time for it, if the man's current state says anything... but still.

even if he can't remember the last time he did this, the method is simple enough, isn't it? the young lord is more than sizeable even if he's not fully hard yet, and under normal circumstances, he would indeed take his time. he'd love to take his time.

instead, there's a pressure on his head and the rock of hips forward, and his jaw stretches to make way for the length he's given. quick swallows keep him from choking when the tip hits the back of his mouth and slides down his throat, a prickle of tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the effort. can he take it? absolutely. is it pleasant? perhaps not entirely. long lashes flutter as he swallows, grunts and groans reverberating against his length.

not to be taunted idly, Zhongli shifts his weight and slides a hand around one of Dohalim's thighs, the other reaching to squeeze and knead at his balls. here and there, he tests the younger man's grip in an effort to get a good breath, but only just so. there are benefits to having quite the lung capacity, after all.]

[and it's that lung capacity that Dohalim picks next to test; while Zhongli's already impressed him by quickly adapting to the sudden press of his cock in his mouth, it isn't like he's about to stop there, right? absolutely not. no, they're only just getting started.

looking back down, he watches Zhongli take his cock in, his free hand brushing back his bangs to get a better view of his face. so beautiful, really... even if the act itself is lewd to look at. there's a small tug at their connection, light and barely there, of that part of him that wants to stop, but it only drives that corruption even more as Dohalim grips Zhongli's head, before thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the deity's mouth. this is his punishment, after all, and he did say he wanted to use him however he see fit]

Nn... Be good for me... And take it all.

[angling his hips, he continues the assault against Zhongli's mouth, groaning at the easy glide of his cock sliding down the deity's throat. there's something exhilarating about treating a god like this, to use him for his carnal pleasure. his heavy breath hitches as he hilts himself in Zhongli's throat, keeping his head there for a moment, to make him choke on his cock until he can't take it anymore. only then, when he's desperate for breath, does Dohalim pull his head back, to give him reprieve]

[that light tug receives a gentle response, beneath the corruption. A reassurance of sorts, one that settles in beneath the corruption to provide a subtle barrier and, perhaps, cut out a little of the guilt he knows Dohalim will likely succumb to later.

The rough rhythm keeps him focused on the task at hand, saliva dripping down his chin as Dohalim fucks his mouth. However he sees fit, indeed... his throat stretches with each deep press inward, and before too long he's just enduring that.]

Nmm-- mmph-!

[The soft protesting noise he makes is cut off as Dohalim buries himself to the hilt in Zhongli's throat. Brows furrow and he grips the Renan's thigh, swallowing helplessly around the length. That faint defiance remains in his eyes as he peers upward, golden gaze trembling slightly.

It feels like forever and no time at all before he can feel his chest start to convulse, aching for air to fill his lungs with again. His throat already hurts from being fucked so roughly after so long of not being used, and as sensation mounts to overwhelming heights, those tears do finally fall.

The pull of his hair to yank his head back is equally aching, head pounding from the lack of oxygen. A thin strand of saliva connects his protruding tongue and Dohalim's cock, stretching and snapping between them. And between his legs, he can feel his own cock throb - a surprise, really, that his response to this kind of treatment and punishment is so strong.]

[there's another tug in their bond before it slips away again, the corruption taking over completely as Dohalim huffs out a small sound. fingers gently brush against Zhongli's face, wiping away the fallen tears; his eyes shine like liquid gold. he can get used to seeing him like this. the defiance in the deity's eyes irritates him; it'll be something to break. it won't do to have Zhongli look at him with that look, after all.

however, Dohalim glances down in between the other's legs, a near cruel smile paints itself on his lips. it's as he thought... it seems like the elemental enjoys being treated like so. the mind and mouth can say one thing, but when the body responds in such a way... fingers trail down to his jaw as Dohalim leans forward a little, his thumb brushing against Zhongli's lips, smearing saliva and precum against the soft skin]

Look at you. You do want this.

[he has to wonder just how much more he'd have to push Zhongli before he's begging for release, begging for mercy]

[to think he'd be in this position. Even Zhongli is almost baffled by himself. Any other time, he'd fall under the norm of teaching, of setting Dohalim straight in ways that this corruption couldn't push. So why?

So why then? It must be stronger than he thought. Or maybe he cares more than he realised. There are a number of possibilities, in any case...]

Nn... nnn. [fingers brush his lips and the deity just watches, letting this side of Dohalim have his fun. Maybe that's it, too. Maybe he's unsure how much of this is just encouragement, and if it is...

If he's just this freaky in these circumstances, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. That's manageable.]

You didn't need to do it this way.

[Ah. His voice is rough and thick, breathy from the throat fucking. Truly, if this had been fully consensual... instead, there's still that same damned look, even on his knees and completely hard. He being kind because it's Dohalim, he reminds himself. Hanging on to the hope that he'll be able to coax that solid portion of his astral energy back out into the light, to protect it properly.

And honestly... maybe it's been too long since he was intimate with anyone. He always did feel a draw to those souls both soft and impulsive, nothing like their outward selves when in bed...]

Take whatever you want, but don't think I'll let you forget yourself, Dohalim.

[that damn, defiant look... honestly, it's to be expected of a being who'd withstood many things in his life, but it only feeds into Dohalim's anger. he can feel the corruption sink its claws into it (or, perhaps its what's causing this anger to bubble up?); it infuriates him that Zhongli is so resilient. and his words...

brows furrow as he dips down more, fingers slipping from Zhongli's face to grasp at his throat again. the corruption digs at their bond again, trying to score the surface, as if to claim Dohalim completely, a show of power. the audacity this deity has, to show this resistance, to utter those words, to try to protect that purity... he's more or less admitted that this could very well be a losing battle, so why...

he won't let him forget himself... Dohalim lets out a derisive laugh]

How can I forget myself when I don't even know who I am to begin with? I have put on so many masks in my lifetime that I am not sure...

[he pulls Zhongli up just as roughly as he'd pushed him down, pressing himself close to him. fingers squeeze at his throat again, lightly this time]

I will take what I want. But so bold of you to assume that you can dispel this corruption so easily if you give in.

[As hands grasp his throat this time, he only watches. The dig of corruption is deep and sharp, but there's an aimless feeling to it somehow. As if...]

That's fine. You know more than you think, I believe.

[The things he's seen beneath it all, gentle and kind and guilty... Dohalim is not some cruel dictator, and Zhongli doesn't believe he could hold that mask for too long.

It's a good measure for him, besides. Even if he stumbles back upward and into the press of Dohalim's body with a grunt, pauses as fingers squeeze at his throat... ah. That feels surprisingly nice, doesn't it...?]

You misunderstand my words. That would be against everything I've claimed. I'll simply prevent you from doing anything you would truly regret.

[He's already in this so deeply, too... despite the light pressure of fingers against his throat, the deity slides his arms around Dohalim, warm and firm, almost an offering. He's here willingly, even if this wasn't exactly what he'd wanted. It means something, at least.]

[the gentle touch is something Dohalim wants to cling to; his astral energy reaching out to Zhongli once more. He just wants that warmth in the coldness of corruption, to be told that everything will be fine, that he will be okay. He doesn't want to feel angry anymore, he just wants to push aside these feelings and curl up in this embrace for the night.

But, of course, that corruption has different plans, as he lets out a frustrated sound at the deity's embrace,a hand coming up to grasp at his wrist and pull an arm off him]

Do not--

[he doesn't finish the sentence before he pulls Zhongli off him, shoving him back down onto the bed. Like the first time they had found themselves in this situation, Dohalim flips him onto his stomach, before pressing up against him; Zhongli can probably feel the unevenness of his breathing against his back.

He doesn't want to look at his face anymore. He doesn't want to see that defiance, he doesn't want to see that pity. Shoving his face into the bed, Dohalim takes hold of his own length; without any warning, he pushes into the other's tight entrance. Maybe this will stop him from talking… he can feel the grasping of astral energy in the back of his mind, tugging at the bond in a bid to get him to stop, but he ignores it]

Doha--lim-

[Zhongli grunts when he's shoved to the bed, pressed between it and the other man again. it's a little different, granted - he can feel how unsettled he is now, the shake of grip. that's all he wants, honestly...

of course, it doesn't make it easy. Dohalim shoves his face into the bed and positions himself without warning or hesitation, pushing in roughly. it steals his breath, unprepared as he is, and the deity has to grip the blanket to steel his focus. ah, that certainly aches... and it takes him a moment to even think of relaxing, pulling in ragged, thin breaths. it takes him a moment longer to settle his own astral energy, to reach out beyond the bond itself and to meet where it tugs.

it's fine. he'll be fine. pain isn't a big deal for him, really... even if this is not something he's dealt with much in the past.]

Haah... ah... right. Your... pleasure. [his voice is strained, but he doesn't try to push himself away or stop this. is that because he doesn't want to hurt Dohalim, or because part of him is enjoying it? because he thinks he deserves it in some measure? even he's not really sure.]

[it's that loss of control that Dohalim hates the most; how much Zhongli's words had shaken him. He said nothing that would instill fear in him, there were no threats on his life, but even among this harsh assault on his body, all the deity can do is embrace him. It confuses him, which only feeds into his mounting anger even more.

There's that undeniable tug of their bond that the corruption tries to taint again; perhaps if it corrupts Zhongli… but his rational part of him tries to stop it, tries to stop the taint of corruption from seeping into their bond. Zhongli is spending his own energy trying to protect Dohalim, but… who's protecting him? Along their fated connection, a soft apology can be felt, full of pain and sorrow, buried under the darkness.

On the surface of it all, as the corruption tries to gain control of the situation again, grunts as he shoves Zhongli's face into the bed again. He's still speaking. He doesn't want him to. He pulls his hip back before snapping it back forward, movements harsh and intentional, wanting to cause harm, wanting it to hurt. His free hand slides down to grip at Zhongli’s waist tightly, fingernails digging into his skin, as he sets a pace, movements erratic as he fucks into the deity. There’s that same relentlessness from before in the motions; this is Zhongli’s punishment, after all. and he’ll take it, whether he likes it or not]

[another shove sees his face in the bed again, a little harder perhaps, certainly with more purpose. there's a wonder if it even feels good to the Renan - to whatever seems to be in control - but what can he do under the circumstances anyway? just hold on to what bits of Dohalim he can find beneath it, energy tremulous and resonant.

it certainly hurts, even with the scant slick from earlier, and Zhongli's grip tightens as fingers dig into his waist and keep him in the other's place. relentless and rough, and maybe it'll be what that corruption wants. his body certainly recoils, breaths hard to find, and the deity can feel his eyes watering. slowly, too slowly, he gets used to the push and pull, his body starting to relax as the sensation of pain numbs.

really, he shouldn't be allowing this. but... if he holds onto what's beneath hard enough, maybe that's enough. maybe it'll help somehow, knowing he'll stay through even this. Zhongli's not sure where that though originates from, but for right now, it's something to hold on to. this is his punishment, and he can handle it. surely.]

[that's better. at the lack of Zhongli's infuriating words, Dohalim grins to himself as he continues. it's more enjoyable now that the deity isn't speaking; he can feel the tension in his body slowly relax. that's it... it would have been easier on him if he'd just given in in the first place, instead of being so defiant; he would have given Zhongli a small mercy if he'd just kept his mouth shut.

however, this all hides the internal battle he's now having with himself; Dohalim tries to push back against the corruption, to put an end to this cruelty, to stop himself from hurting Zhongli more. he knows that all he causes is pain, now, but this... this is too much. this is too far. he can feel the deity's hold on their bond, and he clings to it as well, but... the corruption is too much to bear, right now. the anger only seemed to exacerbate it as well, making it even harder to fight it. he can feel himself slip into it again...

letting go of Zhongli's hair and propping himself up, he looks down at his back, long black hair splayed across pale skin, tangled from how rough he'd pulled on it. reaching down, he grabs onto both of the other's wrists, before pulling his arms back, effectively lifting Zhongli off the bed, and angling him in a way where he can drive into him deeper. now that he's able to finally enjoy this, Dohalim is aware of how close he is, heat radiating throughout his body]

Haah... Look at you... Taking me in so well...

[for his part, unaware of the actual catalyst for his treatment, Zhongli clings to the facts he has now. He'll soothe Dohalim later, he supposes, try to reassure him that this changes nothing. That he doesn't have to worry so much...

There's a sharp hitch of breath as his arms are pulled back, muscles flexing with the effort. It's a pretty view really, hair framing his curves and body trembling, stretched around Dohalim's cock. And despite himself... absent the ache he'll feel later, it's... good.

He's more than a little sizeable, and it's an effort not to moan when hips slap against his own. His cock twitches beneath him, despite all the aches.]

Nnh... haah...

[how long has he needed this? It's almost too bad he can't wrap his tail around the man, or it would be under normal circumstances. This is... not those, though. He shouldn't let them be known. Not now.]

[it really is so much easier to claim him like this when he's not fighting it; it only motivates him to go harder and deeper. A sharp pull of Zhongli's arms as he snaps his hips flush against the deity's buries his cock in deep, wanting to fill every inch of his hole. He's so deliciously tight, and Dohalim has to wonder if he's ever been fucked like this.

He lets out a low groan, hands gripping Zhongli's wrists tightly; he'd be surprised if he didn't leave bruises later. Not that it really matters. In fact, he thinks he'd like to see them on him. They'd be pretty, and complimentary to the debauchery of everything else]

Isn't... isn't this better? N-not fighting it, and just taking it? You're so pretty like this, you know...

[it's certainly been some time, at the very least. Even then, how many were this big? Went this deep? The circumstance is new too, and though he could do without the utter lack of preparation... there are worse things.]

Nngh... ah... I... wouldn't have... refused...

[His voice wavers with each thrust inward, body jolting prettily as Dohalim pulls him back into each movement. Pretty, he says, and the deity baffles at that less because he doesn't understand and more because he hadn't taken Dohalim for the type to enjoy it. Corruption was one thing, but as far as he understood it, it took from one's hidden interests and feelings first...]

Hah... ah... Dohalim...

[He could get used to this, honestly. If it were a little less... ignorant of his consent, even more so. His cock twitches between his legs dripping precum as his mind sinks into the pleasure of it.]

[hearing that waver in Zhongli's voice only pulls a grin on Dohalim's face as he continues his treatment of the deity. he's surprised by his own ability to stave off an orgasm, as his thrusts become more erratic, rutting against Zhongli's hips in such an animalistic way. honestly, he's waiting for a particular reaction from the deity, waiting for that moment where he gives into it all. a sound, a moan, something that tells Dohalim that he's broken that veneer of defiance.

though, if this were any other time, if this wasn't so tainted with corruption... it isn't to say that Dohalim hasn't developed some sort of feelings for Zhongli. for someone who had not been in his inner circle... perhaps, if time and fate had a different path laid out for them, things may have been different. Zhongli had been shrouded in mystery ever since entering Dohalim's court, but he always treated him with warmth and kindness, had lent him an ear if he needed it. if things had been different, then perhaps he would have had Zhongli be a right hand man. if things had been different, then...

it's that guilt that the corruption clings onto, twisting and distorting it, driving his cruelty as he continues to pound into the deity. nails dig into his wrists as he yanks his arms back even more, arching Zhongli's back as he angles himself to push in deeper]

[It's certainly hard to keep up defiance when someone is rutting into him with such fervor. Combined with the fledgling sense of attachment Zhongli already had for Dohalim, it's even harder to keep from breaking a little.

Still, it's a certain angle, a singular pressure that rakes along his walls, that sends him over the edge. A pulse of pleasure and his weight pitches forward a bit, body squeezing down on the Renan's cock. It's not a test of his hold - indeed, cruel hands yank at his arms, nails digging into flesh and pulling him back, upright.]

Haah... ah--! Doh.... nngh!

[What would it be like, he wonders? If the circumstances were different, if their paths had changed. He suspects this roughness would be rare at best, but it could be a sweet little secret. Zhongli has always been warm and kind to those who deserve it, but he's no fool - he's noticed his draw to the redhead by now. Perhaps they would have a mirrored lifestyle, a leader and his advisor by day, morphing into this by night...

Well, maybe not exactly this. Zhongli is cognizant enough to realise it would be different, that Dohalim would likely be more... shy, more gentle, at least for a time. He can't be mad about it, in the end. Bent back with Dohalim's cock reaching aches he didn't know he had...]

Haaah... mmn... plea... se...

[It's abrupt, his voice almost dreamy as his resolve crumbles. Too good... he feels too good, the other man's cock carving out a space and digging in deep, hands pulling him back and leaving his hard chest and twitching cock on display. If he pulled a little more, Zhongli wonders if he might feel the tip against his belly. That would be pleasant...]

Doha... lim...

[ah, there it is. Dohalim lets out a sharp "hah" as he pulls Zhongli's arms back just a little more. if he were in a normal state of mind, he'd be worried about pulling too hard and hurting the other but right now... right now he just looks so pretty. it's a miracle Dohalim hasn't come just yet, especially with how hot and tight Zhongli is around his cock.

which is why, as he presses in again and pulls Zhongli back even more, he stops for a moment, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. hair sticks to his forehead as his bangs fall over his eyes; he tosses his head to the side to shake the locks from view, albeit with futility]

Please what...? Tell me... What you want, Zhongli. Go on...

[he won't move until the deity tells him. he can't just give him what he wants without asking, first, after all. but ah... hearing that desperation in Zhongli's voice... like music to his ears. it's so much nicer to hear that tone from someone who is usually so proper and decorous]

Put that vernacular to good use.

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