PROFESSIONALS HAVE STANDARDS

ignore this if you've gotten an ask like this before but what do you think the mercs love languages are?

Ah yes, the act of human love. Something I am both terrible at and perfectly unqualified to talk about. What better reason to make a long post?

TF2 mercs showing their love, let's go!

Scout:

Shares food with them. Not just any food, no, it has to be good. His favorite, even. Usually he has quite selfish eating habits - comes naturally from growing up with so many older siblings - but if he really loves someone, he'll share.

Slows down. He's a very enthusiastic man, always full of energy, always up to something. But at the sight of someone he loves he just... stops. Like his entire headspace is instantly filled with just them and nothing else.

Ruffles their hair. It might sound weird, but that's what his mom used to do when he was little - run a hand through his hair as a gesture of love and care. He doesn't do it consciously himself, doesn't even realize he picked up the habit.

Walks kinda backwards when they're walking together. Always wants to look at their face. Ends up bumping into people. Doesn't care.

Introduces them to his favorite videogames. Shows them the ropes, cheers loudly when they win. Still kicks their ass in PvP though.

Soldier:

Listens to them. Hes usually loud as all hells, it's hard to get through to him. It comes from the kind of habitual aggressiveness that starts as a defense mechanism and develops into a full-blown personality, but it works because he rarely ever feels safe. It's only with the people he loves that he drops it completely.

Shows them everything he thinks is cool. A weird rock. A flock of birds in the sky. A piece of cardboard he bets would be really tasty. A shoelace. Just... shinies. Something that makes his world brighter.

Loudly announces their name when they enter a room full of people. Talks about them and how great and awesome they are. Wants everyone to agree.

Makes medals for them. Gifts them his war trophies. Dedicates his victories to them.

Puts his helmet on their head. This is the only piece of armor he wears, and it keeps him safe. He wants the people he loves safe as well.

Pyro:

Draws them. Has a whole sketchbook dedicated to just them. Ironically, he doesn't care for appearances much, but the way he draws - colorful and emotional, linear and dynamic, or soft and caring - is about the heart, not the shell.

Crafts for them. For everyone, but for them especially. Matching bracelets, matching rings, matching pendants... He feels lonely sometimes, when he knows he shouldn't, and he'd never make it someone else's problem to deal with, so he combats the fear of abandonment by keeping his loved ones close through things. It's like a bond. A physical object that locks them together.

Hugs them. Excitedly, arms over the shoulders, and kind of... uh, what do you call it... tucks (?) their head to his chest. People hug that way after a long time apart, but for him even a day feels like an eternity.

Rests his head on them. Their shoulders, chest, stomach, knees - everything goes. That said, he himself doesn't mind being a pillow either.

Gives them candles. Lighters. Sparklers. Fire-making things. Teaches them to handle it the way he does - it's like taming a wild animal together. Maybe one day it will grow into a family pet.

Demoman:

Acts all cool and solitary. No, he doesn't need company. Sure, he doesn't mind spending time together - not that he didn't have anything else to do, though. "I didn't need yer help, y'know?"

He's the kind of man who'd kiss his friends on the lips platonically if it was socially acceptable, what's to say about someone he loves? He gets bird-related nicknames for how often he wants to peck someone on the cheek.

Tries to make them laugh. Tries to make everyone laugh, but them - especially. It's the best thing anyone can do for the world around them! He's good at it, too. He brings joy with him wherever he goes.

Writes notes for them. On a sticker on the fridge, on their desk, in a bouquet of flowers he sends to them, on the sand with a stick... They're regular notes at first, but quickly devolve into a mess of inside jokes and code words, and soon they need to decipher every sentence, but it's worth it every time.

Takes them places. An old house he'd heard might be haunted. A tall hill from where they can see the entire city. A strange cave that might or might not actually be somewhere, so vague are the directions. Everybody loves a secret place. Demo's not the type to stop at just one though.

Heavy:

Picks them up. Sits them on his shoulders. Carries them around. Doesn't matter if they're big or small - everyone's tiny compared to him.

Reads poetry to them. In Russian, knows a ton of it by heart, most of it - love poetry. Doesn't care if they understand or not, translates the best he can, but the important parts are in the feeling, not the wording.

Wakes up early. Makes breakfast. Doesn't make a big deal out of it, doesn't come back with a stacked plate and a coffee - just leaves everything in the kitchen, sometimes maybe with a note, but most often just there to eat whenever their loved ones please. He doesn't like to sleep in anyway.

Watches them. When they're busy, working, immersed in something. When they're lazing about, doing absolutely nothing. Lets them know he's there, leaves if he's not welcome, but when he is - watches, and smiles to himself, and fills the room with warmth and comfort.

Can be loud too. Not all the time, not for show. He can confess his love in public, or he can do it in private - it's all the same happy, thunderous voice that leaves no room for uncertainty.

Engineer:

Wants them around. Invites them to join whatever he's doing, tries to make it interesting even when it's really not. He may just be tinkering with an old machine that might or might not work in the foreseeable future, but he'll glow with happiness if there's the right person watching him do it.

Holds their hands. He may only have one, but he wants to grasp both of theirs.

Contrary to his friendly and open-hearted facade, he's a very private man when it comes to feelings. He wouldn't "confess" per se, but he'd say things sometimes, quietly, when there's nobody around. Profound, meaningful things, like telling them the brightness of their smile would put the stars to shame, or something better. And then shrug like it's nothing and chat about the weather and whatnot.

Cooks for them. It's all family recipes - well, changed and improved and switched up a thousand times, but the emotional attachment is there, and that's what all family dishes are about, anyway.

Shows them his work. Robots, inventions, smaller personal projects - everything. First to them, then to others. Sometimes just to them.

Medic:

Wants his doves to get along with them. It's hard to get the birds to do something they're not inclined to do, but he's keen on fighting over it for the rest of his life if he has to - it adds to the drama of the predicament.

He talks non-stop. It's not all "nothings", either - he has so much knowledge in him, so many ideas, so grand a philosophy, and he shares it in tons of words. The more he loves them, the more talking they'll hear.

He makes up excuses to spend time with them. Terrible, pathetic excuses that don't fool anybody, but that's the intention. He knows who he wants to spend time with. He makes sure they know he wants to spend time with them. The excuse is but a joke, a social commentary, a funny little bonus to strike up a conversation.

He keeps them safe. A lot of people want to keep their loved ones out of harm's way, it's a natural instinct, but Medic wouldn't be Medic if he didn't go above and beyond in that regard. He'll prove death curable if that's what it takes. Thankfully, more often than not a simple reminder to sleep at nights, drink water, and eat at regular intervals is enough.

He gets them very small and completely useless gifts. A pen. A single flower in a tiny pot. A decorative sticker. Tiny, tiny things he gets excited about for no reason whatsoever.

Sniper:

He's the little spoon. Not to be cute or whatever, it's just... nice to have his back safe, for once. Not to worry about a backstab and all.

Teaches them things. Doesn't know much, beyond his profession. Teaches them that. How to shoot a rifle, how to reload it, how to defend oneself with a knife. Makes him feel like his job - his greatest passion in life - is being appreciated, and, by extension, he is appreciated also.

Brings them sweets, but they're not normal sweets. They're either sour-sweet or bitter-sweet or spicy-sweet, because he can't be normal about it, he only loves the stuff that gives other people existential crisis and dental pain.

Takes them fishing and hunting and hiking. Plans out the routes, tells them about all the plants. Points out mushrooms, moss, bugs, spiders, all that stuff. Shares a story about how he ate poisonous berries by mistake once. His idea of a fun time.

Gives compliments readily, excitedly, but lacks the knowledge on how to, as well as the elegance to do it properly. He's the type of guy to get nervous, blurt out "You have teeth!" and show a thumbs-up, but he's trying his best, and if he has to cover his face with his hat and find an excuse to get the hell away immediately afterwards, then that's on him.

Spy:

His love language is French. No, this is not the old joke again, he really does talk to the people he loves in French. He finds it difficult to express himself otherwise.

Buys them good gifts. Expensive gifts. A nice watch. A beautiful scarf. A pair of earrings. He has great taste, but even better he is at observing people and finding out their tastes. He'd never get gold for someone who only wears silver. He puts so much thought into a gift, it doesn't need any kind of engraving to be personal.

Knows the best restaurants, but merely having dinner together isn't always his idea of fun. He frequents poker nights, golf clubs, pool tables. Knows all the best ones, and makes sure their love discovers them as well.

Gives them nicknames. Long and short, funny and poetic, actually meaningful and completely nonsensical - he likes to have a lot of words to call them, and often complains that English is too poor a language to convey the diversity of character that he's so in love with.

Ah, but it would kill him to make a compliment. So he finds a roundabout way to do it, makes it... Well, not backhanded, exactly, but balanced. "Handsome Devil", "wretched wonder", "blasphemous beauty", sometimes it feels like he's knitting words together only to level them out, god forbid someone finds out he loves others more than he loves himself.

That's it! Hope you enjoy!

I’d suggest you read the tags from the op of this one!

This dynamic is honestly a favorite of mine as well. Especially when you take into account that Heavy is… Naturally quiet? He can be loud, but I think that silent trust is what really shows their bond the clearest. If they trust each other that deeply, then I don’t think they’d be too nervous about being together.

Of course, I also love the other dynamics, though. Honestly? Heavymedic is just an A++ ship all around.

my favorite heavymedic dynamic is them just like… falling into place next to each other. nothing dramatic or emotional or anything, there’s no clear starting point where something changes in their relationship from Friends to Dating. like everything between them goes unsaid but it’s also undeniably strong. nobody asks questions about it. it’s just heavy and medic, and medic and heavy, and that’s how it is and how it is meant to be. guys bein dudes

“Maybe…”

Personally, I think Demo would think it’s sweet, but also be a bit ticked off because he’s independent and doesn’t necessarily need someone else to see for him. Just because he’s blind in one eye doesn’t mean he’s completely deaf on that side either.

I think he does know that Sniper is there, or is at least aware of it. He just never mentions it and eventually forgets he’s there entirely since he’s so used to his presence being there. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that Sniper is way too quiet and is there so often that he becomes adjusted to it.

He does try and make it clear to Sniper that despite enjoying his presence, he’d like to have a bit more trust that he knows how to operate without one eye. And, as much as he appreciates it, he needs Sniper to focus on doing his job and taking people out before they reach him instead.

Soon, it becomes a challenge to see how many people Sniper can headshot before they get to the rest of the team or even get close to getting a hit in, and the team is better off for it. Demo tallies it and congratulates Sniper every time he beats his own record, making him better in the long run and ensuring that the trust between them isn’t lost.

headcanon that Sniper always stands on Demoman’s blind side bc he considers himself the ‘eagle-eyes of the team’ or something & feels personally responsible for making sure Demo doesn’t get surprised by shit coming at him out of left field.

Oh absolutely! Sniper would have been my first pick tbh, since he’s definitely one to know exactly what to do in a situation like that. Engineer, while smart and chill (I agree you’d spend a lot of time around the campfire!), might not fare well in the survival department since he’s more of a metal-working guy. 

,,but imagine an s/o cuddling against the merc of choice in the wilderness against a tree or in a makeshift shelter in the cold-- hhh

✈️ tf2? 😳

I dunno the idea of being trapped on an island with ANY merc seems like absolute hell but yknow which would be the least?

✈ - character I'd rather be stuck on an island with -

If I had to pick one I'd probably pick Engineer. He's good company, probably really likes campfires, and after a day or so would probably have built a working plane out of twigs and seaweed to get us the hell outta there.

Sniper's also a good choice due to his wilderness survival skills.

@pocketsniper Apologies for the late submission! This ones for crossfaction! You and gearbroth are the ones who introduced me to just how amazing Engie/Spy is as a ship. The dynamic is just... hoo. Man. man.

Happy Engiespy week!

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Mercs reaction to S/O cuddled up against them and waking them with a kiss, saying, "Good morning, handsome..." Pretty please with gummy bears and whipped cream on top!

Sorry for the wait on this one, I tried to put depth into everyone! 

Image is from tf2-pngs! 

Demoman: 

As somebody who frequently wakes up with some form of a hangover, having their s/o there is a godsend. Though, with you there for emotional support also means he’s been cutting back a bit on drinking.

He’s immediately in a much better mood throughout the day! Just being there for him when he wakes up allows him to be much more sociable, it gives him a reason to be out and about just to make it up to you.

Waking up to “Good morning handsome…”, He’s immediately smitten. The love of his life is right there in front of him, and he feels like he doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve to have somebody like his s/o, but the expression on their face eases that thought. They look so content and happy just being there, and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy to the point he feels he might cry.

Engineer:

“G’mornin, sweet pea…”

Engineer is awestruck, and doesn’t want to move for fear of disturbing his S/O’s comfortable position. His face is redder than a tomato, but the adoring smile plastered across his face is more than enough to show his feelings about it all.

Eventually, the two of you laugh at how flustered Engie became, and shift a bit closer. They’ll have to get up for work eventually, but the two together are too comfortable to give up another fifteen minutes of sleep.

Heavy:

The feeling of wanting to protect somebody is strong for this man, so when he wakes up to a kiss and to see his S/O there, looking so comfortable and happy, he feels a swell of pride and joy.

When he sits up, the first thing he does is pick up his S/O and kiss them back, holding them bridal style and complimenting them in Russian. 

“[Name] is handsome like Heavy. Is good. Heavy likes this about [Name].”

Heavy takes the time to brush out his S/O’s hair and grab whatever they may need for the day (glasses, watch, a mask, their earpiece, etc.)

The comfy atmosphere never once breaks.

Medic:

“Oh stop it meine Liebe, you flatter me-”

The two of you share a laugh as he begins to wake up. He’s rather quick to do so, being a night owl and an early bird simultaneously means that Medic has a mental alarm clock.

Seeing his S/O laying there, willing to be vulnerable around one of the more dangerous mercenaries is something he’s yet to work out the reason for. 

He’s reminded of the fire of spunk that they have though when he’s attacked with a kiss and the ruffling of his hair. In reality, he really is flattered, but he’d never tell his S/O to the extent of such. No time, he has experiments to do!

He returns the kiss, but doesn’t allow for his S/O to stay where they are, since the early bird gets the worm- or rather, the fresh coffee. Not that the two mind, whether his S/O is a morning person or not, sleep is a necessary sacrifice for being with him. 

The doves also get very, very angry when not fed on time, so...

Pyro:

Pyro immediately returns the gesture, filled with energy for the day thanks to their S/O’s compliment. Even without pyrovision, being with you is like being in a dream world of it’s own. 

They let out a muffled laugh at the compliment, and beneath the mask, are honored to have you there with them. The fact their S/O has accepted them for who they are and is so relaxed around them-- even when the other mercs aren’t, is something of a wish come true.

The other mercs have to come get you, since Pyro and their S/O both started a pillow fight upon finishing saying good morning to each other. 

Scout:

Immediate ego boost. If you thought Scout could ever feel any better about himself than he did already, then you’re wrong and he will fight you on this.

In reality, Scout is flustered to no end, but tries not to show it outside of the beet red blush that creeps up his face when woken up in this way. Part of him has his doubts that he was ever meant to be with you. After all, who could ever deserve anyone this sweet?

But with your reassurance, he feels so, so much better about receiving compliments and does his best to return the favor, even while he’s still half asleep.

“Hheeey babe, mmorning, ever… uh… tell you how… preeetty you looked? … Yeah, ‘cause you’re… Freakin’, unbelievable, you’re like-- a ghost or somethin’, ‘cause you’re too good t’ be real… Yeah… G’morning…”

Sniper:

Like Scout, Sniper is rather unsure about what he’s ever done to deserve somebody like his S/O. Being awoken to compliments only reassures him that you’re his, and his alone.

That being said, he’ll have his S/O in his arms for the rest of the morning, head resting atop yours as you both get ready. He’ll do his best to return the compliments, but through actions rather than words.

He’ll have a bright grin for the remainder of the morning, too. When the other mercs ask him what’s got him so cheerful so early, he’ll blush and look away, tilting his hat over his face. Moreover, the jitters he gets when you take a moment to rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his own in front of the others to show why he wore a genuine smile. Giddy as a word under-describes how he feels around his S/O.

Soldier:

“GREAT MORNING, WITH YOU HERE!”

Blunt, to the point, and loyal as a dog, Soldier will be up on his feet the second he hears his S/O talking. He’ll shower them in compliments while carrying them bridal style to make breakfast.

The pride he feels for America still burns bright, but the pride of being able to hold his S/O in his arms outshines it by the magnitude of a sun. He shares your smile.

Spy:

“Good morning, mon amour…”

Having been well versed in the world of romance, Spy is pleasantly surprised that his S/O was the first to initiate a compliment for the morning. Seeing them in his arms, waking up to a kiss, he finds it telling that his S/O truly does care.

In fact, he holds them tighter. Knowing he’ll have to get up for work eventually-- Or perhaps it is a ceasefire, he finds that he cares less with them around. Years and years of putting on a snide, arrogant personality to ward others away has taken its toll, and he wonders how somebody like his S/O had seen so clearly through it and into his very core.

He returns the gesture as well as he can, having difficulty showing his emotions clearly and especially around the mercenaries, whom he must keep his persona around. With every kiss, he almost feels like his S/O is slowly but surely helping him become better, piece by piece.

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𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅.

𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 dignified 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌- 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 '𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒'.

𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗑 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍.

𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇?

𝗈𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖤𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗑 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾. 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.

𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖬.

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