More Possibilities

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Author's note- sorry for such a long gap, but I was in the hospital. Feeling much better now!!!!!

More Possibilities
Chapter 8

Kir leaned against the metal wall of the Ooman’s Med-lab while he watched everyone carefully. His main focus was on his female Ooman mate who was waiting with him and the others for the results of the numerous tests that had been preformed on her altered physiology since landing earlier that morning on Dlma. So far she had not adapted too well to the changes, the last few solar cycles while they had still been on the ship had been filled with weeping and fits of angry temperament. Thankfully his and Salek's larger size had saved them from suffering too much bodily harm. They had learned a new Ooman word. It was 'Castration.'

Currently Sam was silent as she sat on the metal table. She was swinging her feet, but the sight of her greenish toned skin and black toe claws caused her to halt and suddenly tuck them under the edge, away from her viewing range. Kir personally though her tiny talons were adorable and he knew Salek agreed with him. Earlier, before they landed on Dlma, they had been trying to comfort her. She had been in Salek's arms with her feet in Kir's lap. When she became upset she had tensed, causing her sharp, small toes to dig into his muscled thigh. A warning look from Salek reminded him not to turn the shared embrace into something more sexual. As if Sam would consider it, Kir remembered sadly. Sex had come to a halt and he hoped it wasn't permanent. Sam knew they hadn't meant for this to happen, they had assured her that they were surprised as well, and she believed them. That didn't mean she was happy though, or that she had forgiven them for the situation she was suffering in.

The three Ooman males' muttering drew Kir's attention. With his superior hearing channels he heard them conform what he and Salek had already suspected, that it was the semen from the Yautja warriors that was the cause of Sam's changes. Their first release was not truly fertile, but instead was naturally engineered to prepare their kind's female body to receive the second ejaculation. In the case with Oomans, it seemed too successful.

The male that had an excess amount of fat tissue kept looking at the warriors worriedly. The Ooman medical doctor whispered to his two companions, “I wish they would stop growling, it’s making me nervous.”

“That’s their purr, Dr. Davis. Trust me, you would know if they are growling.” assured Dr. Nolen.

The tall young dinosaur expert really didn’t need to help examine Sam, as it was outside of his area of expertise, but the Yautjas had insisted on his presence. They trusted him more than the others. Though Kir wondered how the Ooman male was able to so easily recognize the difference between purring and growling. He glanced sideways at his larger littermate who was intently studying a poster on the Ooman respiratory system and avoiding his gaze. Kir remembered that he still hadn’t found the time to inform Kat of the new information on Ooman sexuality that he had discovered recently during their trip to that interesting store so softly he chirped to his brother.

He watched as the other huge hunter’s gaze swiftly switched to Dr. Nolen and the room filled with the pungent scent of Yautja desire. The Ooman male frowned, but it was Sam who tilted her pointed nose in the air and remarked on it. Kir and Salek wisely remained silent after a glare from blazing yellow eyes looked briefly in their direction. Kir remembered Sam’s horror after she discovered the alterations to her body. She had raised her hands to her face, searching for any changes, almost injuring her eyes with her new claws. The warriors had assured her that her mouth was still small and her nose large, which, instead of comforting her, caused more crying. It was obvious that her sense of smell had been vastly enhanced along with her other senses.

When they had finally convinced her to take a nap, which Kir suspected she only did due to exhaustion, there was more turmoil when she awoke. She had not realized she now had a set of inner eyelids and thought she was going blind. It was only last evening that she reluctantly admitted that her improved night sight was ‘cool’, whatever that meant. He and Salek had spent time showing her how to switch from her ‘normal’ vision to seeing heat sources instead. The three of them, laughing and learning together, gave Kir hope for the future of their bond.

Growling caught Kir’s attention and he berated himself for letting his mind wander. The Elder was approaching their mate with a long needle. The old Ooman disregarded their disapproval and continued to shuffle closer to their now wide-eyed and nervous female. Her scent of fear filled the room and both Kir and Salek moved quickly behind Sam, leaning over her sitting form to snarl at Dr. Wizzman. Instantly she leaned back against their hover hulks, silently proving that she trusted them to protect her. Only the fact that, in their kind’s beliefs, the older Ooman was considered an Elder saved the small, white haired male from attack.

The Yautja hunters usually regarded the stooped figure that determinedly followed them around with amusement. The scientist was one that specialized in studying alien culture and found Dlma and the visiting hunters fascinating. It was a joke among the veterans to not warn the Young Bloods of the older Ooman’s odd habits. He was constantly popping up from behind bushes to collect urine samples from inattentive newcomers. The Ooman’s name was actually Dr. Whitman, but for some reason the Colonial Marines called him Wizzman. Now, however he was a
threat and, as such, was treated as one. There was no confusion in the rumbling roar that was now heard and the male Oomans’ complexions grew paler.

“What’s that for?” asked Sam, her voice only slightly betraying her nervousness with a quiver.

The older man frowned and appeared puzzled, as if just now noticing the Yautjas’ reaction and confused by it. “It’s to test bone marrow density. Since your break had healed so seamlessly I wondered….”

Dr. Nolen interrupted. “I have a scanner that I usually use on fossils, but it would work for that. Why don’t we continue this tomorrow?”

When the two other Ooman doctors agreed, Kir saw Kat give the younger male a smile. Dr. Davis looked more worried as he watched the large hunter’s mandibles curl and sharp teeth flash, but Dr. Nolen just returned it. As the Ooman dinosaur expert left Kat was quick to follow. Kir hid his amusement and clumsily patted his female mate’s mottled shoulder instead of teasing his brother. Most of his mate’s new coloring was displayed on her shoulders and back, leaving her front almost unchanged. Splotches of dark and lighter green decorated her pale skin in what Kir privately thought was an exotic pattern. He longed to trace them with his fingertips, but hesitated, unsure of Sam’s reaction. He and Salek tip-toed a delicate line with their Ooman mate, at once reassuring she hadn’t altered that much, but also expressing their pleasure at the changes. So far she had not allowed them to express that pleasure in a more physical way than verbal utterances.

Salek helped Sam down from the table and both males waited while she fastened her sandals, pretending not to hear her muttering on how her toe talons were ruining and severely limiting her choices of footwear. When she had first loaded her personal belongings upon deciding to stay aboard the Blood Wing, they had commented on the number of shoes she had required. That had been a mistake both warriors regretted as Kir remembered her answering rant at their curious question. They hovered over her, crowding close and chirping soothing noises at Sam as they left the medical building. Kir noticed though, that Salek, like him, instinctively straightened as they walked outside into the bright sunshine of Dlma. It seemed that every Hunter on the planet had found a compelling reason to be in the near-by area.

Sam.

He realized that his walk might have taken on a slight strutting quality as the envious slitted gaze of the others followed their progress across the grass of the compound’s open square. A taller, thin figure hurried in their direction, weaving between the loitering figures of the Yautjas to approach them. Kir easily recognized the colony’s leader and touched Sam lightly on her arm, causing her to halt so they could wait for the Ooman named Mayor Mister Thomas Call Me Tom Bell. Dr. Nolen and, of course, Kat joined them as well.

The Ooman was taller then his species normal height specifications, but was still shorter than the warriors. He looked up at them slightly while he chirped his greeting, carefully not meeting their gazes so as not to be interpreted as a threat. It had been his idea to issue the invitation to the Yautjas to come and hunt on the world that had almost decimated the population of his fellow colonists and Kir respected him greatly, for an Ooman. He was very well versed in their customs and often ran the interference needed between the Hunters and the Colonial Marines stationed on Dlma.

Kir observed covertly, as he returned the male’s welcome, that the presence of the Ooman soldiers was absent in the area. Kat had warned them that any disrespect to Sam would be met with hostility. The residents of Dlma were not unaware of the consequences of the Hunters ignoring the Inter-Galaxy treaty to retaliate against an insult given to the newest hybrid member of their clan. That status was unofficial, as the Alpha was still uninformed of the situation, but Kir had no doubt of the reaction of the warriors milling around them in such an interested manner. Kir was also aware of how nervous and embarrassed his female mate was around other Oomans now that she was not quite one of them anymore.

Bell greeted Sam warmly and promised to give her a tour of the compound after she had settled in. He also mentioned that the ladies of ‘Jurassic Park’ might descend on her to learn ‘all of the latest gossip.’ Sam appeared pleased and apprehensive at the same time. Kir was happy to observed that, not even by a flicker of an eyelash, did Bell seem of react to the fact that his newest resident was an alien hybrid. He also gently assured her that she was welcomed and could consider Dlma her home now, no matter who requested her presence elsewhere. This last remark caused the Hunters to scowl and ask Bell what he meant. The Ooman hastily demurred, claimed all ‘his’ people would like her, but ‘Others’ might also show an interest in meeting her, if they found out some interesting facts about Sam. He then inquired if that information should be not shared. At their vehement agreement Bell excused himself, claiming that he was going to visit Med-lab and remind Dr. Davis about his oath of patient-doctor confidentiality.

“Crap!” exclaimed Nolan, “I forgot he was on loan from Weyland Industries.”

Kir, Kat and Salek growled. They had heard about the fiasco of the experiments involving the Hard Meats and the rumors of who financed them as well. When Sam looked worried up at them Kir patted her pale green braids and switched to a reassuring purr.

Nolan grinned as he spoke, “The Jarheads hate Weyland too and have been complaining of being bored, perhaps a security system sweep is in order?”

The Hunters frowned as he left them and hailed Lance Corporal Harris. They appreciated his help, but had no clue as to who was going to do this. Kat shrugged his huge mottled shoulders and followed him.

Kir felt relief and they slowly walked towards their dwelling. The other Hunters had drifted away and, after being accustomed to it being just the three of them on the ship for weeks, it was nice to be alone again. He hoped Sam liked her new home. When he and Salek had chosen it they had mainly been concerned about convenience, its location in relation to the compound and the landing site. Now he worried that they should have considered with more care.

It was a large white living module surrounded by a low wire fence. From pictures he and Salek had found inside the abandoned dwelling the fence was most likely used to contain a small canine, it certainly would be useless in keeping the surrounding jungle inhabitants away from the building. He suspected the fluffy appearing creature had been eaten, as it had looked tasty in the photos. That had probably been the fate of his owners as well, for no one had protested when they had moved in. Though, he considered, the Oomans could have left planet-side instead, as there had been no bloodstains found. Kir was relieved as he remembered that, he doubted that his new Ooman mate would want the remains of the former occupants to be staining the interior walls. In the short time she had been on the Blood Wing that had been discussed. It was now a rule---No blood or skulls in the sleeping chamber.

Though the ship could only display the smaller skulls of past prey, not like here at their home, Kir thought proudly as he gazed at the path leading up to the front door. On mental spikes impaled in the soft grass the more impressive trophies could be seen. Large cleaned and bleached skulls gleamed in the bright sunlight and he nodded with Salek when Sam asked, “Let me guess, Home Sweet Home?”

He personally believed the raptor skulls that Salek had arranged to follow the arch of the doorway added an aesthetically pleasing touch. Though his male bond-mate tried hard to hide it, Salek was really very artistic. He was roused from his musings by a familiar grunting sound. Around the corner trotted their resident Hasi.

“Whoa, what’s with the scaly warthog?” Exclaimed Sam, while she hid slightly behind Salek.

“You recognize Phacochoerus africanus?”

“Yeah, if that’s the fancy Latin name for an African warthog. I grew up watching the classics. Lion King 8 was the best,” replied Sam as she bent to pat the scruffy topknot on the reptilian herbivore’s head.

‘We have one here to keep the grass low,” explained Kir.

“What’s his name?” Asked Sam.

Kir shared a puzzled glance with Salek. It had never occurred to either of them to name it, but he was reluctant to admit that. It was his fast thinking bond-mate who answered.

“We could not agree on a name that…ummm… fit. Perhaps you could help us?”

Their female mate’s beaming smile at them made Kir feel relieved even as he glared at Salek, whose mandibles were curled in a smug manner that he knew well. Kir hated feeling clumsy and awkward and, around Sam, that seemed to occur often.

Her excitement distracted Kir from his thoughts. She seemed to approve of their dwelling. It was actually only large boxes attached, but the exterior walls were sturdy enough to keep out the surrounding wildlife. The front room had held some furniture that was too small so Kir and Salek had removed it and instead had moved in one of the elevated sleeping pads that the Ooman’s used. It was against the back wall and an assortment of cushions made it very comfortable. Sam especially liked the fabric that hung on either side of the windows. Adjoining it was another rectangular room that had a large table that was useful when he and Salek cleaned their many weapons, though it was clear and tidy now since they had been away. Connected to the end of that room was a food preparing room and behind the front room had been three sleeping chambers. The one that they had moved the sleeping pad from, and was next to the largest one, they had converted into a bathing chamber. The walls had already been green so the artificial waterfall and the local plants they added made it quite enjoyable. Their kind did appreciate a nice soak to sooth weary muscles after an invigorating hunt.

He noticed that Sam paused and looked at the remaining sleeping room that was still set up as an Ooman would use. On the ship she had continued to share their sleeping pad, but then there had not been another option for her. The Hunter had hoped she had chosen to do so out of a desire to remain close to them and not from physical comfort. They stopped in the last chamber were a soft sleeping pad, even larger than the one on the Blood Wing, dominated the room. Their belongings had already been transferred from the ship and placed in this room, probably by an ever-so-helpful Young Blood that would be hoping to be thanked by their new and interesting mate. Several Hunters had so far approached and greeted them upon their landing, usually he and Salek we fortunate if the others waved from a distance. Everyone, it seemed, was interested in their mate and learning all about her. Kir just wanted to learn what Sam was thinking right now as she moved restlessly around the large room, using the excuse of putting away her things to avoid them.

Salek gave him a concerned look and Kir sighed silently. It had been agreed that Salek would take the Blood Wing back towards C9 and meet Devon and Maria en route and Kir understood that his male mate wanted their bond solidified before he left on this journey. While it was true that Salek always seemed to know the correct thing to say to their female mate, of the two of them, Kir would be the one more likely to confront a problem. Kir wanted to have his female mate in a receptive mood before he brought up the, rather delicate subject, of physical intimacy. He had learned some tact during his time with Sam, even if she had had to explain that concept to him.

“Are you feeling glad about Maria joining you?” Kir asked.

While journeying to Dlma after Sam’s transformation she had insisted on warning her friend of what could potentially happen if Devon was successful in his blatant pursuit of the smaller Ooman. The Yautjas’ had urged her to allow them to speak using their shipboard equipment and not through the space station’s communication channel, as they worried what could happen to the other Ooman if word got out among her kind on what was happening. They had contacted Devon and he had invited Maria to his small ship docked at C9 so they could talk. They had only been able to establish audio between the ships because of the distance. It had been clear enough to discern the Ooman’s female’s comments of ‘You horny spotted bastard’ and muffled thuds when they had finished their explanation.

After things had calmed it was determined that Maria had not visibly changed yet, perhaps due to only being with one Hunter for a shorter time. She agreed that it was not wise to go to the Med-lab on the space station, but instead would travel to Dlma. It was also agreed that Devon’s small scout ship would be uncomfortable for the Hunter and irritated Ooman female to share for weeks so the much larger and faster Blood Wing would be meeting them. Several Yautjas, actually more than was needed to crew the ship, had already volunteered to go. It was decided that one of Devon’s brothers, Kat and Dr. Nolan would accompany Salek. The Ooman male was familiar with the tests needed and considered much more trustworthy than the other Oomans. The fact that Kir’s larger littermate wanted the young Ooman male trapped in a confined space where escape was not possible for the Hunter’s pursuit had nothing to do with the decision.

Sam had acted as if she had not heard him, which was impossible considering the dimension of the sleeping chamber and her improved hearing channels, thought Kir, so he repeated his question. Her response was to start crying. The two hunters had since realized that their female mate leaking moisture from her eyes was very distressing to them and, upon the discovery that the fluid now glowed green, it was now more upsetting to Sam as well.

Salek made cooing noises and gave Kir an accusing glare. Both Hunters crowded close and tried to calm their mate. She burrowed against them and Kir was optimistic at the revealing nature of that gesture. She was worried, her watery and muffled voice explained, of her friend’s reaction to her altered appearance. They reminded her of the test results, that, though it was doubtful that her metamorphosis could be reversed, it had seemed to plateau and any further changes were unlikely. They carefully pointed out all the things that had remained the same and a few of the vantages of the alterations. Her healing and improved senses were remarked upon and not her green spots. Her hair was still soft and her face was unchanged as well as her mammary glands. This caused a low giggle to emerge and the two hunters shared a relieved glance.

They began to mix soft caresses with their comforting pats, gauging her reaction by her scent. That was another thing Kir and Salek were careful to avoid mentioning, for some reason their female mate did not like them commenting on any of her bodily odors. But it was undeniable, Sam’s altered physiology had also changed her smell and, to the Hunters, it was more pleasing than the most exotic of Ooman perfumes. Right now, though, Kir could almost smell her hesitation mixed with the beginnings of arousal.

He covered Salek’s hands with his own, stilling their movements on Sam’s body.

“Look at me,” he asked Sam.

Her vibrant green gaze met his own. Her change had altered her vision, but not her eyes, and for that the huge Hunter was grateful.

“You chose to be with us, and perhaps if you had known the consequences you might have reconsidered, but we, Salek and I, are at a loss. We didn’t mean for it to happen, we are sorry that it scared you, but we do like the end results. It is hard to act apologetic when we are pleased.”

Sam gave him a wry smile, “Yautjas don’t do ‘apologetic’ really well.”

“It is a strange concept for us.” Kir agreed and Salek nodded.

“I realized that once I left the Space Station my life would be dramatically different. There would be no going back, humans would judge me for my decision and most would be bigoted against it. So perhaps it is best that I am not human anymore.” Sam said.

As Sam spoke the two warriors growled softly, they did not like the idea that their female mate might have regrets and this was a battle that they were helpless to fight. Sam smiled and stroked their dreads and the Hunters relaxed at her expression. She continued speaking.

“I’m kinda used to being stared at and not quite fitting in.” At their puzzled looks she elaborated. “Remember, I’m a lot taller than other humans. That always seemed to set me apart, especially growing up and made me feel awkward and lonely.”

“But you have Maria and now us.” Kir reminded her.

“Umm…I have a confession to make.” When Sam paused Kir noted with interest that, though her epidermal layer had changed, she could still turn that interesting shade of pink when she was uncomfortable or embarrassed.

“Maria is a great friend,” Sam hastily stressed, “but she is so out-going and pretty that I always felt a little jealous.” Kir decided not to interrupt her to protest that assessment. “The only thing in my rather boring life that knocked her socks off was my friendship with you guys. We would get together for dinner and I would tell her about my day and, if the Blood Wing was docked, she would be so excited and press me for every little detail and…that felt good.” Sam paused and took a deep breath. “I had kinda thought about hooking up with one of you because she dared me, but I don’t think she seriously thought I would…and neither did I until it happened.”

Kir only nodded gravely, he really did not care what had put the idea in Sam’s head and personally considered giving the dark haired Ooman female a prized skull for suggesting it.

“Getting both of you was an added bonus.” Sam concluded.

“Maria might have mentioned it first, but it was you that made the decision and followed through with it and that was very brave…as was dealing with what happened recently.” At his comment he saw Sam straighten and smile again. “Remember though, you never need to feel lonely again, all that is in your past.”

“So we are going forward, together?” Salek asked, hopefulness evident in his tone.

“Definitely.” Sam said and the Hunters purred. It soon changed to mirthful chirping as Sam tried to mimic them.

Their shared amusement slowly shifted back to passion as caresses began again between them. They edged towards the sleeping pad and together Kir and Salek eased their female mate onto it. Sam kicked off her sandals and ran her toe talons down Salek’s thigh, causing the dark patterned hunter to shudder as Kir watched. It only took moments for the two males to shed their loincloths, the metallic fabric slithering to the floor to puddle at their feet. It took longer to divest themselves of their weapons and, as usual, Sam was naked and waiting, teasing them as they carefully placed them around the sleep pad.

When Kir leaned over to put the final touch on the placement of his favorite blade, Sam distracted him by tugging on his dreads. As she slowly sucked the sensitive tips the Hunter decided that perhaps his weapons were just fine as they were. Though Kir was positive that Sam would look adorable with a delicate set of mandibles, he did admit to himself that her soft lips needed no improvement as she mouthed his dreads. He watched fascinated as Salek’s strong dark hands explored Sam’s paler skin, the contrast erotic and sensual. Deadly claws roved to trace the green mottling on her sides and Kir hastened to join Salek in touching Sam. Together the two warriors proved to their female mate how her new appearance affected them.

The three of them sprawled on the large sleeping pad, stretching and arching under caresses as nimble fingers touched and explored. Their legs entwined in a tangle of sweat moistened limbs as they moved against each other. The humidity of the jungle outside invaded the room, making their skin sheen as they reaffirmed their bond.

Kir was quietly pleased when, after some gentle maneuvering, he had his bond-mates in the position he most desired. Salek was sprawled on his back, his muscled thighs spread wide as Sam knelt between them. Her skilled lips sucked on his male member as her fingers played with his descended ball sack. Gleaming dainty talons stroked Salek’s scrotum and Kir watched as the thick shaft disappeared and re-appeared, wet and shiny from the saliva of Sam’s hungry mouth. As he moved behind her, Sam widened her knees with clear invitation.

He paused to admire the green mottling on the creamy curves of her ass, the different subtle shades of green enticing him to stop and explore them with his claws. The folds of her feminine core were still pink as before, wet and slick with the juices of her passion. He breathed deep, filling his lungs with the rich aroma of her arousal, the scent mixing with the muskier smell from Salek to tease his nostrils. His male member was so hard it ached and his balls felt heavy as they swung while he moved. Kir watched as the blunt head of his erection probed Sam’s soft folds. He pressed on the base of his cock and a thin stream of lubricating liquid spurted to bathe her waiting warmth and trickle down her trembling thighs. The large blunt head of his cock slowly breached her body and Sam pushed back against him so more of his shaft disappeared. He curled his mandible tightly as he enjoyed the sensation of his erection being engulfed in heated wetness.

When his cock was completely buried Kir stilled and relished the desperate noises Sam made urging him to move. Knowing Salek’s reaction if Sam lifted her mouth to speak, Kir finally relented. Long, strong strokes plundered her body and Kir listened to the sounds of their flesh slapping together, Sam humming around the hardness in her mouth and Salek’s pleased thrills. Soon the pace was fast and relentless and Kir growled as he lost the battle for control over his hunger. When he watched Salek shudder and empty his seed into Sam’s waiting mouth, Kir was not far behind. Sam’s muscles clenched around him as her orgasm ripped through her, triggered by Salek’s release and demanded his climax as well. With his mandibles flared, Kir snarled and felt heated pluses erupt form his driving cock to splash deep inside Sam. His claws gripped her flared hips as he thrust himself hard against her and held her up when his female mate would have collapsed on the sprawled body beneath them.

Salek’s hands covered his own and chirped low, interrupting his afterglow. Reluctantly he slid out of Sam’s clinging core, his pride enjoying her soft sound of disappointment. It soon turned to a startled gasp as Kir helped Salek lower her limp body until it was a dark patterned cock that was buried to the hilt in it. He watched with satisfaction as his seed leaked from her feminine core to cover Salek’s scrotum as his male mate arched up. Kneeling close to them his avid gaze greedily observed his mates finding pleasure. Knowing that Salek was going to miss being in their bed had been the reason behind Kir giving up Sam’s wet warmth for the other hunter to enjoy.

Their sated expressions slowly turned back into hunger as their body strove again to find release. Sam threw her head back as she rode Salek, her pale green brads tumbling down her back to caress the muscled thighs she straddled. Kir’s hand curled around his cock as he watched, his other stretching to cradle and caress Salek’s ball sack. His fingertips traveled to explore where his two mates joined and listened to their low urgent sounds. He pumped his own cock in a matching rhythm and when Salek reached his final release Kir’s seed spilled as well, arching through the air to land on Sam. He watched through heavy lidded eyes as his green semen mixed with the swirled colors of his female mate to drip on Salek’s dark patterned thighs. He felt primal satisfaction in marking his mates in this way and, with a long shuddering sigh of completion, collapsed next to them.

They settle in a tangle of exhausted limbs, holding each other close as their bodies recovered. From the small window they watched the sun set on the dense jungle and dusk stole the brightness from the spent day. As they cuddled Sam shifted and murmured to them softly as she stifled a yawn.

“Any more surprises in store for me that you can anticipate?” She sleepily asked.

Kir carefully slid his gaze to his male mate who was intently studying the ceiling. Taking his cue from Salek, he remained silent and made drowsy noises instead. After all, there was no way to know if Sam’s altered physiology would compel her to go into a mating heat like their kind did, Kir reasoned to himself. He pretended not to notice the relief he felt as Sam abandoned the subject to snuggle closer to them. It was short lived.

“So…do you guys really think I have a big nose?”

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