slicings | ink written on your soul;

ink written on your soul;

[ dan feng will be arriving shortly, and yingxing can't help but to feel slightly nervous.

it's odd, for him, he's never nervous before his clients come in. he knows his worth, knows his own level of skill - he is one of the luofu's most sought after tattoo artists, most clients need to book well in advance, and yingxing is self-assured enough to never be anxious. but dan feng.. he's different. the moment he first laid eyes on the man, yingxing was entranced, and he knows for damned sure that he wants this tattoo to be up to his highest standards, to perfectly match the elegant, beautiful canvas he'll be applying it on.

they've only met in person once or twice now, to go over the design, most of their correspondence has been via email as yingxing worked on developing the piece, but to say he's got a stupid schoolboy crush would be an understatement. it's embarrassing, honestly, and unprofessional as well, so he's made sure to maintain the healthy boundary between them, even if the idea of seeing dan feng again is enough to get his heart fluttering against his ribs. ridiculous. he's well into his thirties, there's no reason to behave as if this man is his first crush, as if he's not a grown man with a job to do.

even still, once dan feng arrives it gets easier. something about the man simply puts yingxing at ease, calms his soul. he's just finishing sanitizing his station when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing offers him a nod. ]

Come in. I'm ready for you.

[ he says, gesturing to the bench in front of him as he snaps on a pair of black nitrile gloves. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

[ yingxing knows he's not making it up. he can't be. the way dan feng's breath hitches quietly.. it makes his abdomen tighten and his chest constrict. gods, he's such a creep. plenty of men his age pursue younger partners, sure, but he's never been that type - even still, he feels the electric current that runs between them, thick and warm as syrup.

but he's been called an arrogant man, before. maybe he is making more of it than there truly is. ]

Professional student, huh?

[ he chuckles lightly under his breath as he stows away his charcoals and conte crayons, then carefully breaks down his easel, tucking it beneath one arm. the room is all but deserted by now, and yingxing can't - and shouldn't - make up excuses to linger, however much he wants to. ]

It was good seeing you again. My door's open when you're ready for that next tattoo, yeah?

[The entire time they've been speaking today, Dan Feng has been doing his best to ignore anything he could feel between them. It wasn't as if he was unfamiliar with how it felt to have chemistry between two people... but surely he was mistaken this time. Compared to previous partners... what he felt around Yingxing was far more powerful. Even from the moment they met, he found himself drawn to the man more than he'd been drawn to anyone before.]

I'll eventually be finished with everything I'm working toward, but I suppose until then you could say that.

[There's a light chuckle in his voice as he responds. It isn't as if Yingxing was the first to make a comment along those lines. Previous partners.. even his closest friend, though Jingliu had since learned why he was doing this.

Yingxing mentions the next tattoo.. and Dan Feng feels his chest grow tight. He hadn't completely made up his mind before today... but now...]

It's been good to see you as well.. but about that next tattoo... [His eyes drop briefly, before he glances back up to Yingxing.] ... would you happen to know if you have any time available for a consultation anytime soon?

[ yingxing's brows lift, and he smiles. ]

Hang on, I'll check.

[ with his free hand, he fishes his phone from his pocket and flips through it, pulling up his schedule and giving it a glance over, thumbing through his upcoming appointments. when he glances toward dan feng again, he looks pleased. ]

You're in luck. Someone cancelled this Thursday night. You free then?

[ he can't help but hope that he is. it's not often that yingxing gets cancellations, usually his appointments for consultations and tattoo sittings are booked several months in advance, but the idea of seeing dan feng again so soon.. well, he shouldn't let himself be excited by it, but he is. waiting months to work with this man again feels like torture. ]

[He really shouldn't feel so nervous waiting to schedule an appointment -- he never has been before... yet this man has made him feel so many things out of the ordinary for him. His heart racing, breath catching in his chest... feeling nervous about being able to see him again.. Dan Feng really couldn't say just what he hoped for.]

I think so, let me see..

[Since his phone was already out, it doesn't take Dan Feng long to check his calendar. His classes, work and appointments were all scheduled out... and it's an incredible relief to see this Thursday completely free.]

Ah, yeah, I'm free Thursday night. So.. I suppose this means I'll see you then..?

[He does his best to keep the hope he feels out of his tone.. but he does still sound pleased by the thought. It wasn't too far away... and knowing he would be able to see Yingxing again this week settled warmly in his chest.]

[ yingxing can't help the smile that blooms across his face. ]

Yeah. Eight o'clock. I'll see you then.

[ with a sharp wink, yingxing pockets his phone again and lifts his portfolio by the handle, and the two of them leave the room together, yingxing's heart leaping.

in the few days leading up to the appointment, he considers his options. clearly, he's interested in dan feng, there's no denying that to himself, and it's not just the man's good looks.. there's something else, too, a rumbling feeling in his heart. he likes everything about dan feng, the way he moves, the sound of his voice, his gentle smile - man, he can't remember ever being so struck by someone so quickly. it almost feels familiar, like they've met before, but that's impossible.

either way, he's got a decision to make, one that hinges on just how this consultation goes.

the day arrives, and yingxing is thankfully busy enough with his appointments that he can't obsess too much over the fact that dan feng is arriving soon, but by the time the night winds around, his nerves are sparking. in his workroom, yingxing cleans up, pushing his station to the side, just finishing up sanitizing the last of his tools when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing grins. ]

Hey, you.

See you then.

[The part ways once they've both stepped out of that room... and thus begins several days of his nerves fluttering.

Still the last thing he wanted to do was make the man uncomfortable, in his workplace or anywhere else... but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't wander to Yingxing regardless. The sparks he can feel between them... they're almost magnetic, in the way they draw him to want to be close to the artist. In the way they've made him want to be close since the moment they met. To Dan Feng it felt almost like they'd been meant to meet... to grow close even.

To say he throws himself into both work and schoolwork over the next couple days would be an understatement. Dan Feng had picked up the next several weeks of assignments for a couple of his classes and settled himself in to studying on his own and doing future work just to keep himself occupied when he wasn't at work or in class. But that doesn't make him any less nervous on Thursday, in the hours leading up to the eight in the evening appointment.

His heart is fluttering in his chest immediately upon stepping into the parlor... and especially when he reaches the doorway to Yingxing's workroom. Dan Feng allows the door to fall closed behind him, just as it had during their first meeting, and turns a soft smile toward the man.]

It sounded as if you've had a rather busy day today. [The person up front had said so, anyway.] I really am fortunate that cancellation happened.

[ setting aside the last of his cleaned tools, yingxing stands and washes his hands thoroughly in the small sink, chatting all the while. ]

Yeah, it would've been a three month wait if they hadn't cancelled. Lucky for me, you're here now.

[ a subtle flirt, but one that could be easily written off as friendliness, even if it certainly means more. drying his hands on a towel, yingxing turns, leaning up against the countertop with his arms lightly crossed, his sleeveless top showing off strong, well-muscled arms and his intricately patterned tattoos. down his right arm runs a sleeve of stars from shoulder to wrist, while his left is inked in clockwork gears and mechanical parts. ink trails along his shoulders and collarbone, disappearing down into his shirt. a close, critical eye might notice the scarring on his skin - lacerations against the backs of his arms, and burn marks along his forearms, but they are well hidden beneath the layers of beautiful ink. ]

But you're my last for tonight, so we've got plenty of time. Why don't you get comfortable and tell me about what you're looking for?

[ he gestures to the comfortable sofa against the wall, then leans to turn down the radio he'd been listening to, dulling to music to a quiet hum. ]

[Dan Feng hums quietly, something warm lighting his eyes.]

Are you sure I'm not the lucky one?

[He certainly feels like the lucky one of the two of them. A three month wait.. he feels almost like he'd have lost his mind waiting for that. It had been several days of nerves as it was with a same week appointment.

Slipping out of his coat, his shirt beneath it loose, if less wide collared than on the day of his first tattoo, Dan Feng lets his gaze trail idly over Yingxing's tattoos. Even during the few appointments last time, he'd found himself drawn to them.. something about them making him wonder about the artist. Like his own, tattoos were often meaningful... so he'd wondered what meaning Yingxing's could have to him...

Dan Feng catches something... different on the man's arms this time, but he doesn't quite get the chance to look closer before Yingxing speaks up again.]

I'd hate to keep you too terribly long, after a busy day..

[He pauses long enough to settle down on the sofa, his hands clasping in his lap as he takes a moment or two longer to lift his gaze again.]

What I'm looking for... is a tattoo to cover something up. I know things like cherry blossom branches are popular, which started the idea.

A cover up?

[ could mean several things. people often cover up older tattoos that they regret, or that have deteriorated due to poor execution, but he remembers dan feng having mentioned that the dragon piece was his first tattoo.

but there are plenty of other possibilities. scarring is always one, or some other sort of blemished skin.. not that he can imagine dan feng being anything but flawless from head to toe. but everyone has secrets, things they'd like to hide, parts of themselves that they don't like, no matter how beautiful they might be to other people. yingxing gets it. he's covered up plenty of things. ]

Why don't you show me what you'd like covered up?

[ pushing off of the counter, yingxing sidles across the room to drop onto the sofa beside dan feng, one leg bent and tucked up beneath him as he leans his elbows onto his thighs. cherry blossoms, huh.. cute, and beautiful, but a little overdone, he thinks. another idea sparks to his mind, but he'll keep it to himself for now. ]

[There's something about showing Yingxing -- showing anyone -- what he needs covered up that makes Dan Feng exceptionally anxious. Other than his grandmother, only Jingliu knew about it... and he'd often done his best not to look at his own back in mirrors. He never wore anything that could risk showing any of it.

But if he was to get this tattoo, Yingxing would need to see.]

Alright... but.. just know that it's a lot.

[His voice is quiet, his nerves flickering into his eyes before he's tugging his long hair forward over one shoulder and shifting so that his back is to Yingxing. Dan Feng takes a breath.. before tugging his shirt off over his head.

The scarring on his back is extensive, jagged torn lines stretching and crossing his back from above his right shoulderblade, down below his left, and down to the small of his back. The scars are clearly several years old by now... but they would clearly be with him for the rest of his life, very unlikely to fade even over decades.]

[ dan feng turns away from him and tugs his loose shirt over his head, and for a moment it's a struggle to stay professional - but only for a moment. it soon becomes apparent just what dan feng wanted covered up, as yingxing glances over the deep, extensive scarring along his smooth back, his brow furrowed. ]

Don't worry. You're not the first who's wanted to cover up scars, and you won't be the last.

[ his voice is conversational, but gentle. in order to want these covered up, and given how hesitant he had been to show them, yingxing can only gather that he must be quite self-conscious about them. but he'a a professional, and it's his job to give the customer what they want, to make them happy, so he takes this plenty seriously. ]

I'm going to touch you, if that's okay.

[ he says, then lifts his hands, carefully feeling over the scars with a decent amount of pressure, testing the tautness of the damaged tissue as he leans in. ]

[Even knowing that covering up scars was a popular reason for people to get tattoos, Dan Feng still found himself struggling with just how bad his own scars were. Jingliu had told him that anyone who would judge him upon seeing the scars weren't worth his concern, but it had always been one thing to hear that and another entirely to feel it.

Dan Feng's hands close around the soft fabric of his shirt as he does his best to keep himself from going tense down his back. He was self-conscious... but he was certain that he could trust Yingxing. It was part of why he chose him in particular for this.]

That's fine..

[It wouldn't be the first time Yingxing had touched his skin... and Dan Feng could only hope he'd enough control over himself not to react as he had the previous two times at that event. But he isn't completely prepared for the careful exploratory touches. The next breath he takes trembles audibly enough in this quiet room.. and he can't stop the faint shiver that curls down his spine.]

[ despite how tightly he clings to his professionalism, yingxing would have to be a fool not to notice dan feng's reactions - the way his breath shudders like that, audible even over the quiet music, and that shiver..

fuck it. you only live once. if yingxing is entirely wrong about his assumptions regarding dan feng's interest, well, he's going to look like an absolute idiot at best, and a complete, intolerable creep at worst, but.. he's pretty sure he isn't wrong. this thing rapidly developing between them - it's real, and swallowing the both of them alive.

carefully, yingxing's fingertips explore, but something changes. his touch becomes lighter, and rather than pressing and massaging the scar tissue to test it, he's simply tracing the path of them, following the patterns until he's soon not touching his scars at all, he's just touching him, dragging his knuckles down dan feng's back, over scars and cool, impossibly soft skin. ]

I see why you suggested cherry blossoms.

[ he says, quietly, shifting in his seat a little so that he's fully facing dan feng's back, making it all the easier to tip his head down, his warm breath ghosting across the rise of dan feng's shoulder. his heart pounds against his ribs, yingxing's eyelids dropping low. ]

But I've got another idea.. if you trust my judgment.

[Dan Feng notices immediately when the way Yingxing is touching him changes, when his touch changes from something impersonal and searching... to something far more intimate. The man's fingers are still tracing his scars at first, and Dan Feng's breath catches in his chest.

While he'd thought this thing between them was simply his imagination or wishful thinking... he would have to be incredibly dense to miss just what the intent behind Yingxing's touches was.

He knows precisely the patterns of his scars... which means he also knows the moment that touch strays from them completely. It feels so nice, having those warm hands on his skin, and Dan Feng can't even stop the way his breathing picks up just a little at first.

Yingxing's warm breath ghosts against his skin.. and Dan Feng shivers fully, his breath trembling as he releases it.]

I.. [There's something faintly breathless in the way he speaks.] I do trust you..

[ dan feng doesn't immediately reject him, doesn't jump to his feet and slap him across the face for his behavior (it would be warranted), and that's all that yingxing needs to go for it.

his hands settle at dan feng's hips, broad and strong, thumbs rubbing circles against bare skin as he leans in further, his mouth dragging hot along dan feng's bare shoulder, then up along the slope that leads to his throat. heat coils in his stomach at the way dan feng's words fall from his lips, breathless enough to be exceedingly arousing, and it punches a hole straight to his libido, snagging his insides and squeezing.

it's dan feng's last chance to put an end to this, to pull away before yingxing loses what little restraint he has left. ]

Good. I'll give you exactly what you want.

[ his voice rumbles, deep and suggestive, as yingxing presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of dan feng's mouth, both arms coiling around his middle, warm palm sliding over his exposed abdomen as he tugs dan feng back against his own body. ]

[Yingxing's hands come to rest on his hips, and Dan Feng's heart races in his chest, the pace of his breathing picking up even further. Those warm hands feel so hot against his skin, each touch like fire as it sends waves of warmth through his body. Never once has he ever experienced something quite like this, regardless of how warm a partner had been in comparison to himself.

The artist's warm mouth on his bare shoulder feels better than it has any right to, and it's really all Dan Feng can do to keep himself quieter. He'd always thought himself a rather quiet person... but perhaps that had been simply because he'd never found the right partner.

He's lost, once those hands slide against his skin -- once those hot kisses are pressed to his skin. Soft sounds of pleasure begin to chase each breath he takes, heat pooling low in his body as he feels the beginnings of an ache in his lap.]

Yingxing.. [He leans back into the artist's body, voice low and trembling as his eyes flutter closed.] .. please...

[ gods, those sounds that dan feng begins to make.. like it or not, they go straight to his cock.

yingxing's breath rushes hot beneath dan feng's ear, the arm around him coiling tightly, pulling the dragon back into his arms, into his lap, until dan feng's back is pressed up against his chest, the weight of him settling between his thighs. please, dan feng whispers, his voice so low and thick with wanting, and yingxing groans deep and rough against his skin, his skin feeling tight, heat sweeping down his body. ]

You're so beautiful..

[ he whispers, his voice gone husky, rumbling in his throat as the hand at dan feng's abdomen dips lower, palm sliding through the hollow of one hip. his fingertips skirt at dan feng's waistband, teasing but not quite pushing, not yet, though he's sorely tempted, even as he presses hot kisses to dan feng's throat, teeth dragging over his pulse. now that dan feng is warming up with arousal, yingxing can smell it - that sweet, heady omega scent that thickens in the room.

that explains at least some of their magnetic attraction, he supposes.. but only some. alphas don't go wild for every omega in their presence (heat notwithstanding), and vice versa, but the compatibility between them certainly helps. ]

[Dan Feng allows his shirt to drop away from his hands as Yingxing pulls him back into his lap, and without thinking he lifts one of his hands to allow his delicate fingers to thread into the other man's soft hair. It almost didn't feel real, that hot touch on his skin, the warm body at his back. Dan Feng had been doing everything he could to pretend his feelings didn't exist, but now... that groan against his skin is easily enough to draw hot coils of arousal down his abdomen, down to where he's already beginning to ache so desperately.]

I've wanted you.. for weeks..

[Yingxing's voice, his touch.. all of it is so overwhelming for Dan Feng. The artist wouldn't be the first alpha to have gotten their hands on him... but his touch is still like no other. They've barely begun to touch, and already the pleasure is building into something so much more than he's ever experienced.

Dan Feng's hand finds Yingxing's as those fingertips find the waistband of his pants, touch resting against the back of his hand... and pressing just slightly -- pressing down either to give permission.. or to beg to be touched. The rake of those teeth on his throat feels so good.. enough certainly to draw a low groan from his lips.]

[ that admission flares heat beneath his skin, and yingxing's grasp only tightens as his mouth opens over dan feng's pulse, tongue arching against it. he knew it, knew that he wasn't the only one experiencing this thing between them, what they've been flirting at slowly but surely for weeks. it was there in every touch, in every exchanged word and smile, pushing them together, pulling between them until yingxing all but went mad with want.

that little push of dan feng's hand against his own is all the permission that yingxing needs. his fingers slip beneath dan feng's waistband and his underclothes both, into the welcoming heat he finds there, plunging low, low enough to press the entirety of his palm between dan feng's soft, parted thighs. he's already wet - very wet - and yingxing groans to feel it, his long, clever fingers sliding through that slick slit, circling the entrance to his body. ]

Fuck --

[ he whispers harshly, while his free hand slides up over dan feng's chest, thumbing one rosy nipple to hardness before it rises higher, tipping his new lover's chin to the side to capture his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. in the same moment, two fingers slide easily inside of him, pushing in to the second knuckle, the heel of his palm grinding against dan feng's clit, applying easy pressure. he's so damned hard in his jeans, the hot shape of his aching cock pressed against dan feng's ass, evident even through thick denim. ]

[First Yingxing's fingers, and then the rest of his hand slips down the front of his pants and underclothes, touch licking his skin like fire and Dan Feng's breath stutters in his chest. He doesn't even have time to think about it before his thighs spread further, begging with his body as those talented fingers slide through slick heat, every motion enough to draw gasps and whines from him already.

Distantly, Dan Feng knows that they're still in a business that is still otherwise open to customers and employees both, so it's all he can do to quiet the sounds Yingxing's every touch draws from him. Gods but it's so difficult, quiet moans and whines riding on his every breath that he has to bite back as best he can.

Yingxing's touch slides higher, and Dan Feng follows so easily as his chin is tipped enough for the artist to capture his lips. Pleasure blooms so deeply within him at that moment, desperate sounds muffled against warm lips as he feels two long fingers press inside of him -- as he feels pressure applied to his clit, his entire body beginning to tremble with his need.

The hand that had been on Yingxing's shifts, sliding down beside his own thigh to find the denim jeans over his new lover's -- to press his fingers so gently into his leg.. to beg him. Especially with how he feels the shape of Yingxing's cock pressed against him.]

[ dan feng's mouth is soft and warm and yielding, and yingxing groans softly against it, nipping at his plush lower lip, and licking inside. there's no delicacy to this, no gentle working up to something - no, this is all heat and hot desire, a ferocious need that has swallowed up the both of them. yingxing dives into the kiss, hungry for more, tracing every corner of dan feng's mouth with his tongue as the kiss deepens.

his head is spinning, warmth blooming in his stomach as his fingers dive deeper, fucking dan feng quick and deep, down to the last knuckle, his fingers curling tightly inside of him to seek out his sweetest spots. ]

You feel so good..

[ he whispers between hot, ferocious kisses, while his free hand smooths down again to slide over dan feng's belly, over all of that incredibly soft skin and down, to squeeze the inside of his thigh through his pants, parting his legs even further still. yingxing rolls his hips hard, grinding against dan feng's backside, his cock twitching, pressing heavy and hard against his jeans. ]

Come for me, baby. [ his voice is low and rough, rumbling against dan feng's lips. ] Let me feel you..

[Dan Feng's lips part when he feels Yingxing's teeth nip at his lower lip, a shudder working its way down his spine as he feels the other man's hot tongue against his own. There's something desperate in the way he presses into the kiss as best he can, his tongue tracing the line of the artist's teeth as he learns his shape and taste.

He's never felt so good before, not even nearly so -- certainly never with any previous partner -- and it's only Yingxing's fingers fucking into him so far. Dan Feng can feel the shape of his lover's cock hard through layers of fabric, a deep need blooming inside of him -- crashing through him in waves of fire -- a deep need to feel that cock just as roughly as the touch of long, talented fingers.

Without thought, Dan Feng allows his thigh to move where Yingxing guides him -- allows his legs to part easily enough for the man's hips to fit between them.. almost as if he needs to let the artist know just where he wants to feel him.

His fingertips curl more tightly around beautiful white hair as the sounds he breathes into the press of their lips grow more and more desperate. Never before had anyone swept him away in so much pleasure, certainly not so quickly, and the pace of each gasped breath picks up as he feels tension coiling its way through his abdomen.]

F..uck... I--mmn..!

[Still doing his best to keep his voice down, it's all Dan Feng can do to gasp against those warm lips.. before he tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder. It's intense, the way he can feel himself beginning to fall apart... but even more intense is how desperately he wants to still be touched... how desperately he wants Yingxing to fuck him into this couch. Or anywhere.]

[ he can feel dan feng getting closer and closer, his body tightening all around yingxing's fingers, and it only drives him to further heights, urging him to give his lover all of the pleasure that he can.

their mouths break apart, dan feng's head tipping back against his shoulder, and yingxing dives onto his throat, pressing hot kisses there, dragging his mouth up behind dan feng's ear to kiss along the beautiful, fresh tattoo there as his fingers plunge. the slick, wet sounds of his working hands is like music to his ears, prompting yingxing to buck his hips again, especially once dan feng angles himself back, so eager, as if he's all but offering himself up.

aeons, yingxing wants to fuck him so badly, but soon, soon. dan feng swears, and yingxing grins against his skin, knowing the inevitable approaches, and when he feels his lover arch, that sweet, warm pussy snapping tight around his fingers, yingxing hums his approval, grinding the heel of his hand against that swollen clit. ]

Good boy..

[ he whispers, his fingers still working slowly, fucking him through his orgasm until dan feng is weak and limp in his arms. ]

Fuck - I don't have a condom.

[Aeons, being called a 'good boy' should not be as hot as it is, but in Yingxing's voice it's easily enough to draw a shiver through Dan Feng's body -- a shiver wholly independent from the way he falls apart beneath the man's touch. He'd already known that his lover had talented hands.. but experiencing that this way gave that talent a whole different perspective.

Dan Feng's body trembles lightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his chest rising and falling with each gasped breath as he slowly eases back against Yingxing's warmth. For all that he was absolutely satisfied with the way his lover had touched him... there's still a deep ache, his body begging to be fully exhausted.. begging to be filled.

Yingxing's voice reaches his ears again, and it takes him a moment.. before Dan Feng shakes his head just slightly.]

Don't need one.. still safe...

[He gasps breathlessly, turning his head to press his brow against Yingxing's jaw. Ever since his first heat passed, Dan Feng had made it a point to maintain a course of birth control.. nothing had ever given him cause to doubt it's effectiveness either, even those few months with a particularly insistent and unpleasant alpha when he'd only just turned eighteen.]

[ yingxing keeps his fingers where they are for the moment, slowly working them in and out, helping dan feng through the sweet waves of his aftershocks. he's so wonderfully warm, so wet, yingxing can hardly imagine how good it will feel to be inside of him.. ]

.. you're sure?

[ neither of them are in season at the moment, but even still - fuck it. he's a simple man, and his cock is hard, he'll take the risk.

carefully, he slips his fingers free, leaving a trail of slick as he slides them up dan feng's abdomen and chest, then lifts them to his mouth to taste - salty and sweet, his flavor delicate, perfect. turning his head, he nudges dan feng's brow, then squeezes a hand between them to fumble with his belt, tugging it open and all but ripping open the front of his jeans. pushing down the waistband of his tight underclothes, he lets his cock spring free at last, a rush of relief as he gets a hand on it, squeezing. ]

Get in my lap, baobei. [ he murmurs, then places his hands on dan feng's hips, tugging them gently backward. ] I need to feel you.

ink written on your soul;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)