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(Will) Drunk, inebriated, numb
Saturday, February 17th, 2024 05:12 pm
𝒟𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓀, 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.!
"𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱?"
"𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌? 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓃𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶 𝐼…" he swallowed some more whisky "𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓂𝓂, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈?"
Hannibal wasn't normally a fan of whiskey, nor did he believe Will had the brands he did occasionally drink.
"ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢," he said. It was as polite a declination as he could make.
"𝓎𝑒𝒶𝒽, 𝓃𝑜 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇?" he stuttered slightly. It was unnerving having the Dr in his home, in his environment. Will knew from experience that everything told a story, from the way he stacked his fishing magazines to how the dogs’ beds were laid out. Hannibal would be psychoanalysing it all and Will wished he hadn't offered the beverage.
"𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢," said Hannibal, his tone light. "ℑ'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢." He decided to make it easier on Will. Yes, his home told a story, the story of a man who loved his dogs more than himself, a man who worked himself nearly to death and could hardly say no to anybody. He refrained from making these observations aloud. It was obvious to him that Will was nervous around other humans.
"𝔘𝔫𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣," he said softly. "𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲… 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯."
Will gave a small curve to his lips as he turned to go to the small kitchen to retrieve some fresh water. "𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒟𝓇 " he cast a glance over his shoulder as he disappeared and reappeared carrying a glass of water. "𝐼'𝒹 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓇𝓊𝓃, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒," his hand shook and dropped his whisky; "𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉," he muttered as the glass broke awakening the dogs who slept to their feet; "𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓅”.
Hannibal knelt to pick up the glass pieces and deposit them in the bin. Clearly this was deeply troubling Will, but he was right… He and Hannibal were just having conversations. If he didn't want to converse right now, so be it. It was enough to be in his company, drinking together.
"𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱?"
Will snatched his hand away; "𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒" he muttered holding it by the wrist cradled against his chest. "𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶… 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽. 𝒩𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉," he chuckled lightly and stood up.
"ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔲𝔭 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣," Hannibal countered. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔶."
Will exhaled softly, he knew when to push and when to back off. "𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓃," he stood and headed back to the kitchen.
Hannibal carefully placed the shards in his own handkerchief and carried them to the bin to deposit them. His eyes could not help but wander over Will's body as they found themselves both in the kitchen. "𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢," Hannibal whispered, his eyes lingering. "𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔞?"
Will's eyes flitted around the room as if Hannibal had asked if bears shit in the woods. "𝐵𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝒹𝒶? 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌," he laughed a little manically, domesticity wasn't Will's strongest quality, he only ever entered the kitchen to prepare the dogs food and water. "𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 …," he muttered his smile faltering as their eyes met and he moved his arm to open a wall cupboard near to where Hannibal stood, his lips shaking as if he were at war within himself. "𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒," he pressed his body along Hannibal’s, pinning the Dr briefly for a short time before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the others ear "𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒟𝓇, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇?" he lowered his arms, caging in the other "𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃?" he teased as his breath fell upon Hannibal's skin.
"ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫," Hannibal explained. He took in a short, sharp breath as Will pressed up against him. He tilted his head back slightly, submissively even, as Will's lips met his ear. He could admit it all, right here, right now. He could say everything that had been on his mind from the moment they had met.
Instead, his arms came up around Will's back, strong and solid. "𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔦𝔰?" he asked, not with his normal psychiatrist's detachment, but almost plaintively. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦?
Retrieving the baking soda Will inhaled sharply at the way Hannibal seemed to surround his whole being, pulling him like gravity into his orbital field. Will inhaled the rich cologne Hannibal wore on his throat, he closed his eyes and a smile fractured the corners of his lips. "𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒟𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑔𝓂𝒶, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃." Will's lips caressed the carotid artery of the Dr's throat with every word he spoke a heated breath ghosted the others flesh, lips in contact with the thin stubble Hannibal had grown as the day had lengthened caused Will's lips to tingle sweetly with every pass they made. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼’𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝓉𝒾𝓅 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒…𝐼 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊." He thrust his hips briefly letting the Dr know how aroused he was by the close proximity and the game they were playing.
He'd got it in one. A smile spread slowly over Hannibal's lips as his eyes narrowed in satisfaction. He breathed in Will's closeness, drinking in Will's own arousal. "𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤," he whispered. " ℑ'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔡. ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫." He caught Will's hips in his hands to prevent the other from moving back too soon. "𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱?"
The agent smiled softly at the strength and certainty with which Hannibal’s hands held his hips. Being this close to the other, hearing his words, thoughts spoke almost verbatim back to him. This man was in his mind, in his body in his…. "𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀, 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒? 𝒫𝓁… 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 "
Will felt like he was going burst, that Hannibal would witness Will's arousal spread out before him like some shattered glass mirror, that with every touch the Dr would piece him back together.
All he'd had to do was ask. Hannibal barely let him finish his plea before cupping the back of his head, drawing him in closer with both arms, one around his waist, and giving him the kiss of his life. Will tasted hot and sweet and, if it made sense, cozy all at once. His body moved against Will's, seeking that sweet warmth, seeking more of him as their lips and tongues danced together.
𝓗𝓲𝓼 body succumbed to Hannibal, the other man washed over him like a raging storm, made his body weak with need, desire, unexplored passion, he took the caress of his tongue and reciprocated, moving in sync like an orchestra with its conductor. Will felt like he was being elevated, lifted by Hannibal's form as it moulded to his shape, chests so close that their hearts beat as one, breaths melodic and fluid, calm yet broiling with anticipation. Will wanted to drown in the other, have Hannibal devoid him of life just to dissect him and rebuild him in a moment of unadulterated pleasure. "𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒?"
Hannibal made a soft, short, breathless laugh. "ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔬 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢?" he countered. He had never felt more pure, more free, more excited with anyone than he did with Special Agent Will Graham. The way they moved together was a tango in its closeness, passion, the way Hannibal wanted to give Will everything Will wanted was unprecedented.
𝓗𝓮 pressed his body closer, hands holding Hannibal’s head, his fingers splayed in his velvety strands. "𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 " Will buried his lips upon any skin that presented itself above his silken shirt before coming back to the man's lips and drowning in his sumptuous caress.
He let his hands search the Dr's body, traversing the expensive suit, the way it moulded itself to his elegant waist and then Will felt it, the throbbing shaft pressing against the zip of those tailored pants. Will exhaled as he cupped a palm over it, rubbing along the length firmly.
"𝔑𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔡 ℑ," Hannibal husked into Will's mouth before claiming them in a passionate kiss. He rubbed himself against Will's hand, no better than an animal in his base instincts. "𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔢?"
"𝐼𝒻 𝐼… 𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹… 𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽… 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀… 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒻𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎?" he moaned finding buttons and unlocking them with his fingers as he kept cupping that bulge, feeling its heat permeate into his palm and his own arousal starting to take over as they kissed feverishly.
"𝔄𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱." Hannibal tried for a dry tone, but he was too aroused to pull it off. it came out between stifled moans as he continued rutting against Will's touch. "𝔅𝔲𝔱, 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡."
