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Gam/Akira PSL

The town Gamzee lived in was a smaller city, full of strange and unusual people and things. He fit in fairly well for an overtall, overly skinny, gray horned guy whose ears were pointed, and who wore almost exclusively hideous printed button-down shirts over tank tops and baggy jeans.

He had lived there for about a year now, and had found his vocations: gathering animal skeletons in the woods to turn into beautiful art, jewelry making, and working part-time at a flower shop, 3 days a week, four hours a day. But despite his enjoyment of his jobs, he was ultimately lonely. He wasn't in a rush to make friends. After his past, who would want to make friends with a murderer? An abuser? Someone so irrevocably broken as him?

He stayed pretty much to himself, as a result. Even the people he'd considered friends, rarely saw anything but the facade of his personality. And he knew it wasn't the best for him.

He'd been considering, off and on for months, getting a pet to come home to. Something to see its face and know that he had a small friend, something that was looking forward to seeing when he got home, he'd feel more at ease. Something good to him, something he could be good to? He'd feel more happy, more stable.

He could even teach it to take care of him in those days he couldn't bear to get out of bed. He'd read stories about therapy pets for those who were mentally ill. It wouldn't be too hard to take care of.

He lived in a small flat just on the outskirts of the downtown area, near the forested area that edged along the main city border. And since he was ground-level, he left offerings to the living creatures around the place. Scraps for the bigger creatures - and kibble - and dishes of water. And for the birds, he left birdseed holders and hummingbird feeders. His landlord didn't mind. Thought the troll was weird for wanting to attract creatures. So long as they didn't mess up the bushes or start burrowing in the lawn, the landlord didn't care at all.

One night, Gamzee walked outside, with a fresh bowl of water and another plate of kibble and scraps, and looked out at the edge of the woods behind the flat. "Hope y'all get good motherfucking rest," and started out on his nightly walk.

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Akira could originally say that he was a city-boy. Born and raised in a slightly more rural area of one, in fact, he had a long, but otherwise unimportant family line of pets who were too intelligent for their own good, too crafty.

It got him the reputation, undeservedly, of someone who would, somehow, assault someone for no reason. He was lucky to not receive a death sentence. But, after doing a year's worth of parole, he saw no reason to stay with the family who believed lies over the truth coming from their own pet's mouth. HE was obviously just trying to avoid repercussions.

He could hunt in the forest, hide his ears and tail and pretend to be human if he had to. A camper. With no equipment - and, claws that he'd neglected to file down lately.

Even with the beanie hiding his white-tipped black ears, he eventually heard footsteps. Staying carefully still in his perch on a high branch, he listened as the footsteps drew closer.

And closer.

He did his best not to let his empty stomach make any noises as he breathed, either. Today's hunt wasn't very good.

...Was that food he was smelling?

Gamzee was about to set the bowls down where he usually did - just on the edge of the woods, where he was setting out to walk. His sight was keener in the evening. Just a part of his biology that he was nocturnal, and was better off at night in general. He felt more alive at night, and tended to do his scavenge at night. That's when he flicked his ear towards a sound up in the tops of the trees, shuffling his fluff of hair.

"Specially you, whoever you be," he murmured, slowly standing back up with the bowls on the ground on either side of him.

The tree rustled in response, clawed, human-like hands peeking out past the branches before Akira poked his head out from beneath the greenery of the tree. The beanie didn't really keep his hair out of his face, in all its wild, fluffy curls, and his own nocturnally-inclined vision honed in on the bowls on the ground. The bit of glare catching on his almost coke-bottle-typed glasses somewhat obscured his eyes.

"Is that.. meat? Can I eat it?"

His grip flexed on the branch he hung onto, and he dropped down another few branches with deft care, sitting down a little bit closer to Gamzee, but not in easy reach.

Gamzee's eyes glinted in the failing light and he stepped aside. "Aight, but I'd be easier off to grab you some motherfucking real food. This shit's for motherfucking littler critters. Ones ain't capable to talking." He smiled faintly, head tilted at a somewhat bemused angle. "You down wit' eating a sandwich, brother? Or you be like me, just need meat and occasional roughage?"

"...Oh."

Almost disappointed, Akira looked at the food and water dish again, but he kept very, very still in the tree. At the thought of eating, however, he absently licked his lips.

"A sandwich is fine. Uh, beg pardon, are you sure you... wanna feed me? They say strays cling to people like that. I might not be much different."

To illustrate his point, he tugged his beanie off, letting his ears perk up and flick slightly as they adjusted to the cooler surrounding air.

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"Strays?" Gamzee trailed off, then his smile turned a little lopsided when he looked at his new acquaintance's ears. "Man, back home they got calling me no more than a stray, myownself, but ain't exactly much motherfucking truth on that, no more'n that shit's true of you. C'mon, bro, s'get you fed. You got a name?" He asked, turning back towards his back door, sliding it open, nodding to note that he was allowing Akira in with him.

Akira hesitantly watched him, waiting for a catch. When nothing came, he descended the tree head-first, quickly re-orienting himself to land on his feet (even with his tail shoved down in his pants.) Fixing his beanie back on for the moment, he followed him close, and gave a bit of a hesitant nod.

"It's Akira."

Sure, this guy was a stranger, but... food.

Somewhat on edge, he started to shove his hands into his pockets, but thought better of it, and accepted the invitation as well.

"Anyway, I'm-- a cat. So, obligate carnivore. I can handle some roughage, but not too much in a day."

But, once he was inside his house, Akira pulled his hat off again and wriggled a bit to thread his tail back through the hole in his pants, and then took a moment to use his claws to lightly comb some of the errant tufts back into place.

"Aight, I'll keep the roughs low for you. Same's to be said of most trolls, too, being all obligate carnivore, but I ain't really 'bout to get picky, neither." That said, he opened up his fridge - his apartment's layout making the kitchen where they had managed to land just inside the back door, and pulled out some deli meats, and reached up for the pita bread. it was the least bread possible to make a sandwich out of while still labeling it a sandwich, in his logic.

"A cat tho'. Don't get me wrong, but I'm pretty motherfucking sure I seen cats before, they ain't got cute glasses over cute faces none. If you ain't minding me saying so. Ain't wear hats none, either. Generally a fair amount smaller." He pointed out as he started making the sandwich to his own favorite flavor profile. Once it was done, he popped it onto a plate and slid the plate over on the counter to Akira.

"Less you one of them hybrids peeps been talking 'bout? Ain't never seen one before."

Cute glasses... over cute faces?? Akira's face started to burn pink at the compliment, and his tail flicked and swayed restlessly.

"Yeah, we're those human-shaped hybrids. Got all the cat-like reflexes and cat-like food restrictions and instincts, and the human-like intelligence. And thumbs."

Although truthful, his tone had a slight note of humor.

In any case, once the food was presented to him, he couldn't help but purr quietly in pleasure before digging in without thinking about it. His slightly rough tongue caught on the bread pretty often, but he navigated around it with all the skill of, well, having to learn how to eat a sandwich like a person.

He was too hungry to keep talking, doing his very best not to just outright inhale every bite.

"Damn, man," murmured Gamzee, noticing how Akira ate much like he had when he first got off the meteor and found himself around real food that was in amounts his mind couldn't wrap around.

He smiled faintly and walked to the fridge to grab some water, too, pouring a glass full for his new houseguest.

"Lemme know if you need seconds. I got 'nough food to go 'round."

Too busy eating, Akira only let out a rumbling, deep purr between bites in acknowledgement, and supplemented it with a nod. Before long, the sandwich was gone, and he started to chug the water like he hadn't seen any in days (river water wasn't very tasty.)

"Mm. Seconds, please?" he managed to finally ask after a moment, already feeling better, but far from sated. "If that's alright?"

As if Gamzee hadn't already said it was fine.

"And, er, sorry. For my lack of manners. What's your name?"

"Gamzee," he replied, making another sandwich already. "Don't worry 'bout manners. Ain't quite used to hearing it outta nobody ain't a stuck up prick." He chuckled a little, still modest in his smiling as he finished off the sandwich, setting it down before Akira, and refilling his water.

"How long you been stray?"

"...A week?"

At the line of questioning, Akira's body language tightened, his tail curling more firmly around his waist as he ate at a more modest pace.

"It would have been a year and a week, but that... would have gotten me euthanized for violating my parole. So I had to stay." Grumble. Akira's ears tilted to the sides, half-folded in irritation, and his tail gave an agitated flick at the memories.

"If you need an address, then, you can get using mine. Ain't gotta stay, but you can use it to get 'round that bullshit law."

Gamzee made himself a sandwich as well. He decided he probably should eat something so as not to look awkward. Having a seat at the counter as well, he quietly ate, but it was obvious he wasn't used to eating slowly, either.

"I ain't usually meet nobody looking so starved is why I ask. But man, ain't no reason to go off starving if there be peeps who got food 'round, anyway. 'least that's how I get seeing it."

Akira just clicked his tongue, brow briefly furrowing.

"I was raised domestic, so while I have the hunting instincts, I'm not the best at it." So he was a lot more hungry than he was used to.

"Anyway, my parole is over since I displayed impeccably good behavior. My sentence is over. Still pisses me off that the charges stuck. They're not even true. Well, not that anyone believes me. False testimonies nailed it in."

Ack. He figured he'd at least have cooled off over it by now, but nope. Still pisses him off every time. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck, tail still twitching.

"Anyway, I just left because there's no point in staying with people who don't believe you, or believe in you. They even cancelled my registration a few days ago. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted me gone."

Gamzee listened with the utmost focus, nodding a little. "Seems you made a good choice in motherfucking bouncing like you did. But far as I see it man, past is the past. If the parole's over, you be free now? Then do what you can to stay it. What happened's over, all you got in front of you is endless motherfucking opportunity. Do up how you feel needs done."

At least, that's how he lived. He figured it wasn't very applicable to most, but Akira's story was one that was closer to home than he felt was necessary to bring up. All but being charged with something. Not really. He was just blamed for being the worst of them all. Locked away and made to suffer a punishment far greater than the crime. But he kept a small smile on his face even as he thought about it.

"Funny. That sense of morality is what got me in trouble in the first place." Akira's smile was forced, for the most part, but not completely false.

"I'll just have to not get caught next time I defend someone from a drunken brute."

Realizing he was neglecting the food in front of him, he immediately remedied that by continuing to consume it until nothing remained. The water, too. Once it was gone, he started to stretch in his seat, his tail briefly going rigid in the process.

"In any case, thank you for the meal. It was delicious."

"Morality ain't much a thing for me. I just do what comes as right. Fuck it if it ain't okay by anyone else." He took the plates and set them in the dishwasher, along with the glasses.

"Man, don't even mention it. I been starving once, too. If you ever need a bite to eat, I been feeding strays of all sorts of things, least with you I get a conversation outta it." He laughed softly and offered a hand to shake.

"Come by whenever, brother."

"Mm. It's nice to have a conversation with someone who not only Gets It, but you don't seem to care that I'm a pet."

That was really nice, although, even as he shook his hand, he couldn't help but wonder if he was getting kicked out now. Or was it just an end to a conversation?

Might as well ask.

"...Mind if I crash here tonight? I can sleep on the floor, no biggie. Or.. are you asking me to go?"

"S'about to rain. Rather not you get soaked out there. Stay if you be wanting. You ain't gotta sleep on the floor, even if you is a pet." He smiled and then nodded across the counter to the living room. "Sofa's nice and squishy. You shouldn't have much trouble gettin' some rest."

Then he remembered something about cats liking to be high up. "If you make it a usual thing, might get making you a cozy area up 'bove the bookshelves," he mused.

"Hmm. I'll think about it. You don't need to get anything on my account."

Akira couldn't help but flash a genuinely soft smile his way. As he headed for the living room, he started to shed some layers of clothing, having, well, worn more than one pair of things so he had something clean to swap out of.

Three layers of clothes came off (and folded, and set aside,) after he took off his shoes, followed by his shirt, and pants, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs. Body shame? That was for humans.

Despite having not eaten much the past week, Akira's body still remained toned and fit, and he soon made himself at home on the couch, curling up in order to take as little space as he could possibly manage while he tended to the rest of his tail, purring (and loudly) all the while.

Gamzee's smile went lopsided and genuine as he watched Akira get comfortable, and nodded to the door. "I'mma skip my walk tonight. Gonna get working on some stuff, don't get minding me, aight?" He said, nodding to his work desk. "Don't come over here and mess with nothing either, aight? It's important. Keeps me fed." He settled down in the soft, squishy rolling chair, and got out a box of small beads, and an unfinished project. It was a a net made of beads and wire, slowly becoming a full-size choker collar. It was a commission. His deft, clawed fingers worked to slide the beads on in the subtle pattern he'd made up for it, twisting and weaving as he went along, all the while snatching glimpses of Akira.

Well. He'd wanted a pet, after all. Why not this one?

"Mmmn, got it."

Despite the alluring sound of clicking beads, Akira remained determined to comb out his tail, and then start to wash his ears. Of course, this meant licking the side of his hand and hoping he did a decent job of also realigning the shorter fur.

Once he was done, he sat up long enough to take his glasses off and set the aside. He then curled up quite comfortably, and purred as he rested. The air in the home was warm and inviting, the sofa was soft, and his needs were met.

The feeling was absolutely purrrrrfect.

After about an hour of work, Gamzee put away his beads and the still-incomplete choker, and slipped closer. "I'm gonna head into sleep. You need a blanket, or you good to go?" He asked, scratching through his hair near a horn, then slipping out of the overshirt he was wearing.

For the moment, there was no verbal response. Akira was quite dead to the world, still quietly purring as he slept. He wouldn't be able to say exactly when he nodded off, though.

He did, however, stretch his feet out a little, his tail following suit, as he heard the sound of cloth moving, and he cracked an eye open. Just in time to watch the shirt come off.

Me~ow~.

"...Hmmm? Oh.. I... didn't mean to pass out..."

Slowly, he moved to sit up, blinking groggily.

"Nah, s'alright, you get some more rest," Gamzee said with a sheepish smile, not wanting to have roused Akira awake. He slipped out of his jeans as well, leaving only the tank top and boxers, scars on his thighs peeking out.

"You need a blanket or somethin'? Could get one before I get dropping out to sleep, myself."

Akira kept watching in the only way that a cat could watch someone undress: with a blank stare.

Followed by a bland sense of arousal to see the guy's shapely butt. Even clad in boxers. Scars aside.

"A blanket...?" Yes, Akira. Blanket.

"Oh, that... that would be nice. Thank you." Akira felt fortunate that he was clinging to consciousness this long, honestly.

"...Cute butt, by the way."

Gamzee's cheeks darkened into a purple tone as he laughed quietly, shaking his head, "Man, how the fuck'm I s'posed to keep my cool wit' you all motherfucking complimenting my butt like damn bro," he murmured, flustered as he walked away, down a hall, and came back, sans shirt and jeans, and plus one soft, fuzzy blanket. He unfolded it with a flick of his wrists, then laid it over Akira. "Ain't fair for good looking guys to say sweetnesses to me, knowing that it's all lip service, anyhow. Get some rest. You can come by anytime if you need a place to sleep, man."

And that's when he spooked at the sound of thunder, and gasped a little, eyes wide. Then promptly laughed nervously. "Aight, sleep good, brother."

Because that was one thing he wasn't about to do, not with a storm on.

Nope, not gonna fly. His hearing was pretty good, and the least he could pick up was the sound of a racing heartbeat. They were louder than a relaxed one, after all.

"Okay."

Akira started to get up to follow Gamzee without really thinking about it, even going so far as to bring the blanket with him.

"I'm sleeping with you." As in next to, he means. Honest.

No way in hell was going to let his new friend(?) sleep nervous and alone.

Gamzee was caught in surprise for a moment, then with a moment of thought, he simply nodded, and led the way to the bedroom.

In resplendent hippie trappings of wall hangings on the ceiling, and an overabundance of pillows, lit by lava lamps and decorated with posters, his room was comfortable and, with the curtains drawn on the outside, rather dark. He pulled off his tank top, slipped out of his boxers, and climbed into the bed that was large enough for two people and then some. As he closed his eyes and laid his head on the pillow, his heart raced for two reasons then.

Had he just let his new friend sleep beside him?

He wasn't sure he particularly wanted to argue the point with himself or anybody else. He peeled one sleepy eye open and looked over at Akira. "Get cozy. M'gonna warn you. I'm kinda chillier than most peeps."

He knew for a fact that most humans - and all the other mammals on the planet - had a higher core temperature than he did. He came off as chilly to the touch, but only by comparison. His core temperature was a steady 83 degrees.

As a cat hybrid, Akira's temperature tended to sit, well, much warmer than 83 degrees. Or even 90. His personal body temperature was roughly 99 to 100 degrees, and so, well, Gamzee's body felt very cold compared to his.

Which he found out very quickly as he started to cuddle up to him. He shivered at the difference, but just huffed slightly and nuzzled closer anyway, purring. Their body temperatures would meet somewhere in the middle, he was sure.

Honestly, Akira's concern was Gamzee, and not his surroundings, though it wasn't as if he'd failed to notice them. Rather, he'd decided to notice them in greater detail later.

After a moment, he even started to tangle their legs together a bit, and carefully curled his fingers so that his claws wouldn't nick his new companion (he'd have to cut them soon. The suckers grew faster than human nails.)

Gamzee's eyes closed and he was surprised by the relative warmth even to humans that Akira had. It reminded him of the lowest of lowbloods and their core temperature. It was calming, and he eased his legs into the tangle just as comfortably, resting his arm over Akira's waist, his own thick, yellow, clawlike nails lightly tracing up and down Akira's back in idle motion. It was a wordless thank-you to him for staying.

Though after a few moments, he murmured, "Didn't have to stay. Don't have to if you ain't want to. But it's good of you to have."

Akira had nearly fallen back asleep, but instead purred even louder in response, his lips curling into a faint smile. He was pretty comfy, so there was no real reason for him to want to leave right now.

Gamzee's claws were a little ticklish, though. Not a bad ticklish. Just enough to make his muscles twitch in response.

"Mmnh... wake me up if you get scared again. M'here," he slurred out, even with the vibrations of his purring interfering.

"Aight. I will." He closed his eyes and let the vibration of Akira's purring lull him comfortably to sleep. It was the first time he'd ever slept through a storm in this new world.

The morning arrived with little change in the light in his room, but Gamzee managed to realize the time, even without looking at the clock. He had work in a few hours, and damn he was feeling comfortable. He woke up to see himself still sprawled comfortably beside Akira, and pieced together the last few hours of last night.

He reached up and gently ran his hand up into Akira's hair and scratched gently between his large, fuzzy ears. "G'mornin', Akira."

And since Gamzee didn't wake him up, Akira slept through the night as well, unconsciously tilting his head into the head scratches with a murmur as the petting stirred him awake far more than the voice did. At first, he was confused. He didn't usually get petted like this anymore, so who...?

He cracked an eye open, and, honestly, the past several hours came back to him as well. He managed a sleepy smile and purred contentedly as he pushed his head into Gamzee's hand.

"Mornin'...."

His ears tilted sideways slightly at the attention, even as he tilted his head this way and that every so often so that Gamzee could reach the base of each ear.

"Nnnnn sooooo goooooood...."

With a smile of comfort, he continued to scratch, being tender as could be with his claws. "Yeah?" He asked to the sweet purring and cooing of delight that the scratches produced from Akira. "Get to remembering that you like those, won't scrimp on 'em."

He closed his eyes and yawned, stretching, before curling back up closer. He had some time to spare today. Lounging in bed was a good plan. He could make them breakfast later, but for now, he was content just to be close to someone so warm, and intensely sweet.

Wonderful, wonderful ear-scritches. Yassssss....

So it was kinda sad when it eventually stopped, but Akira was wide awake as a result. Well, more awake. Cuddles were good, too, and so he staed nice and curled up with him. Still purring, he started to lightly knead against Gamzee's skin, only to stop quickly as he caught himself, and carefully curled his fingers again to keep his claws away.

"Mnnn.. I'll need to head out to buy some clippers for my claws today. I lost the other pair...."

Maybe he'd grab a pair of gloves, too.

"Don't wanna cut you on accident."

With the tiny, soft pricks of Akira's claws, Gamzee's eyes slipped shut again as he let out a quiet, "nnnno, don't worry 'bout it." He had to keep himself from shivering a breath before smiling again. "Got thicker skin than a human, you ain't gonna hurt me any." And that was the truth. He showed off his own, heavy and thick claws. If he didn't have the habit of chewing them pretty extensively, they would have looked rather vicious. as it was, they were semi-blunted. "Trolls ain't exactly made of soft stuff, brother."

He smiled and ran his hand through Akira's hair and back down his back once more.

"You can still nip them off if you wanna, but you ain't gotta worry about me at all."

"They grow fast, and they can curl uncomfortably if I don't at least trim 'em. Just easier to cut them human-short and let 'em grow out later."

But, knowing that he could knead Gamzee no problem? Hell yes!

Incoming kneading along Gamzee's upper chest, then, especially with the feeling of a hand in his hair and down his back. The movements of his fingers were slow and methodical, and the sharp points of his claws would at least cause some decent (if not slightly bloody) scratching.

Akira's fingertips were also a different feeling compared to the rest of his skin. Closer to a cat's paw-pads in texture.

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And as stated, his own skin was thicker, and yet still as soft as a human's. His brow furrowed with the little needle-like jabs to his chest, but he didn't have an argument against it. He just continued to pet, though his breath started to get a little ragged, and his cheeks a little darker, before he laughed nervously, pressing his forehead to Akira's. "Ain't against that at all, honest, but..."

But he could feel himself becoming uncomfortably aroused. And from under the blankets, a slightly chemical grape scent that was heavily laced with pheremone was starting to become very faintly apparent.

"Hmmm...?"

Along with enhanced hearing, Akira's sense of smell was quite good, and he could immediately catch on to that unique scent. Almost smelled like cold medicine, but more alluring.

"Y'smell sweeter," he murmured, stopping kneading him, but not pulling his hands away, nor ceasing purring. Especially not with a hand in his hair.

Instead, he nuzzled closer, and began to lick over where he'd kneaded. His tongue had similar little barbs as well, but were not as long compared to how a cat's could be, but they still daintly scratched skin as well. Hm, no, the scent wasn't coming from there...

"Want it..."

"Nnnhhh, i-it's 'cause..." He stammered, and his eyes fluttered closed again at the licks, his fingers moving up to grip Akira's shoulders gently. "S'cause what you're doing is... turning me on." And he was caught between wanting to let it keep going and the general disbelief that it was happening at all.

"I... I'm not 'bout to say no, but..." But he was about to leak against his own thigh if Akira kept it up, and he didn't want to ask Akira to do anything he didn't want to.

"...Bnn?"

It was only then that Akira stopped, with a decently humorous blep, as he was prepared to lick him more, but stopped in order to look at him more clearly.

Completely still, Akira waited for Gamzee to finish his sentence.

"If you ain't down to do nothing sexual... I ain't gonna ask you." He opened his eyes and then chuckled, tipping his head back as far as his horns would let him, a big, full, genuine grin on his face.

"Damn, you're real motherfucking cute."

The compliment prompted Akira's face to turn pink, as he realized after that his tongue was sticking out. He pulled it back in.

"I don't mind."

Although he wasn't precisely hard (yet,) it wasn't that he had no interest.

So, down he went again, slowly licking Gamzee's body, starting again roughly from where he left off, and working lower. He even resumed kneading against his skin again, his claws dragging slightly against his sides int he process.

"Hnnn, hooooly fuck."

With a flustered smile, Gamzee's fingers ran over Akira's shoulders, and then back up into his hair, at the base of his ears, rubbing and scratching there. When his body was uncovered, the chemical grape scent took on a keenly organic scent to it, clearly bodily fluid, and became more pronounced.

Gamzee arched into the scratches this time around, letting out a quiet, subdued groan, still throaty and raspy as his regular voice, which then went into a lower, more silken moan. His swirl-shaped scars on his thighs were temporarily forgotten as something he was self-conscious about, overridden by the enjoyment he was getting in the moment.

His own bulge slowly started to peek from its sheath, a long, tapered tentacle, dripping with a thin purple liquid, the depth of color almost coming off as black at first glance in the dim light. With ridges on the underside, and with slight bumps at the top, the tip itself was prehensile, and wrapped over itself for friction once more of his bulge had emerged. Below the bulge, he had a nook, very similar to a vulva from the outside looks of things, though far different in its intended use, also quickly becoming damp with desire.

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Gam/Akira PSL

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eh, icon's close enough.

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