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Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Vacation! Also, inappropriate touching and Talismans.
When: Backdated to about 18th July . Yes, we’re slow. :v
Where: Beach house off the far east coast of Okinawa.
Rating: NC-17 because goddamn, keep your hands off each other for two minutes.
Status: complete




Michiru stepped into the old house, laughing a little because Haruka was getting more than a little soaked. “Forgive me, I didn’t expect it to rain!” She knew the walk to the beach house was a long one, but she never expected RAIN. She went to set the electricity back into place, knowing just how her grandfather did it.

She set it on properly and went to start a fire. “At least our luggage is waterproof, right?” Looked over to her and cringed, seeing her expression. “I’m sorry!”

The rainy season in Japan was truly one of the most evil things that Haruka had ever experienced. She shook herself off a little, trying to get rid of the worst of it. “Nothing says ‘welcome home’ like a rainstorm, huh?”

In a way, she’d almost missed it.

“Nothing better.” Went upstairs to hand her several towels and a change of clothes she got for her. “Here, dry off. I’m going to go make up some hot cocoa.” Smiled and went to the kitchen, the rain seeming to have avoided her for the most part.

She set out to make the cocoa, reaching up for the sealed container. It was an old recipe, one that lasted years... and it was still there. She opened it and bit her lip, trying her best to not show any form of tears that wanted to so desperately show.

Haruka was almost jealous. It was like the water seemed to favour Michiru for some reason... maybe it was down to their dreams, she honestly didn’t know. She dried off quickly, making short work of getting changed - thankfully, it hadn’t soaked through to her binder, which was a small mercy.

That all dealt with, she went to find her. Something seemed... off. She came up behind her, lightly wrapping her arms around her waist. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah...” Pushed back against her embrace, spooning out the mixture into two coffee mugs. She’s already set the kettle on, and she’s right by the oven so she doesn’t have to move much. She closed the container and reached to put it up, her shoulders trembling with force held tears.

She’s not going to cry, dammit. She’s shown enough weakness around Haruka, and she feels she has to keep a stoic expression - a mask of sorts. Something about dreams made her think it was required.

Haruka had seen that often enough in her dreams. She pressed a gentle kiss against her neck, still holding her close. “You’re allowed to show some emotion around me, Michiru. I won’t think any less of you.”

Why would she, honestly? Michiru’d dealt with Haruka’s dysphoria, and God only knew how many different emotions that put Haruka through on an almost daily basis.

“I just miss him so much...”Her shoulders trembled even more before the tears started to fall. She turned around and pushed her face into her chest, holding to her shirt. “I miss him more than I thought... This place has so many memories.”

She shook her head, holding her shirt even tighter while trying not to be lost into them.

All Haruka could do was hold her closer, lightly pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “Think he’d approve of me? I know I’m not exactly what most people want, but...”

She was allowed to ask, right? Couldn’t help being curious sometimes.

“I think he would. You’d have things in common...” Looked up to her. “He used to fix up cars for people if they couldn’t afford it. He was retired and well off, so he didn’t need the income...” Her tears are lessening at this point, focusing on what he used to do, instead of the fact he was gone.

He’d definitely been a good person, then. No wonder Michiru’d turned out so well. “Must be where you get your incredibly amazing nature from.” Maybe this wasn’t the time to flirt, even if it was a little weak, but hey, Haruka was hardly the type to care.

Michiru couldn’t help a little chuckle, or tapping her on the cheek. “You are terrible, love.” Rolled her eyes. “And yet, you share the same constant flirting with every girl you see as him.” She turned around when the tea kettle whistled and poured the water into each mug.

“Want marshmallows?” Looked up to her while grabbing a spoon to mix it.

Haruka rolled her eyes. “You say that like it’s a bad thing...” She couldn’t help the flirting, honestly. It was just part of who she was. That it often helped to reinforce her manly pride was just a handy bonus. “You wouldn’t like me as much if I didn’t flirt.”

She couldn’t help but giggle and continue stirring. “I don’t know. I get rather jealous of some of your more attractive prey.” She rolled her eyes. “Marshmallows or no, love?” Repeating her question since she’d failed to answer it the first time she asked her.

She’d had more interesting things to talk about than marshmallows, dammit! Haruka half-shrugged. “Whatever you think is right. I’m terrible with decisions, you know...”

Well, at least with trivial ones. Actual important ones, she was pretty good with.

“Marshmallows it is!” She put them in and handed her the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.” Went to sit in the living room area, curling up next to a very large and well used pillow. She smiled when Haruka sat down. “It’s my grandfather’s recipe... I’m bringing his recipe book with me when we go home.”

Not that they were due to go home for quite some time. They’d intended on making the most of this trip, and Haruka was going to make damn sure things went according to plan. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any inappropriate miniskirt moments during it all.

“We probably shouldn’t be thinking of home just yet.” She leant back against the couch, trying to get comfortable. She was still rather unpleasantly stiff from the flight. “It’ll be nice to have back there, though. Something to tie you to your family, I guess.”

“I wasn’t... Well, I have been. Figuring out how to bring all this stuff with us will be hard.” She finished her cocoa and looked at her, more than getting ideas. After she could tell her cocoa was done with, she took the cup, set it aside, and straddled her hips. “We have finishing to do. “Smirked.

Haruka chuckled softly, her hands coming to rest on her hips. “Do we now? Jumping me on the plane wasn’t satisfying enough?” True, it’d not exactly been perfect, but hey, it’d possibly been the most public place they’d done something like that. To date, at least.

“Yes. Yes, we do.” With that she tangled a hand in her hair and kissed her as fiercely as she could muster, rocking her hips down against it firmly. When she hit a way of pushing that brushed against her just so, she let out a low moan into the kiss.

Well, who was Haruka to deny her that? She responded as fiercely as she could, occasionally rocking her hips up against her. Maybe they could christen every room in the beachhouse? They certainly had the time for it... well, unless Michiru had plans that actually involved them going out and wearing clothes.

Not that Haruka would complain too much. Honestly, she was largely just glad to have this much private time with her.

Michiru let out a low moan, a shudder running through her body when things were rubbed against just right. She took one of Haruka’s hand and pushed it against one of her breasts, not breaking the kiss at all.

She did have plans, yes. But she wasn’t about to think on them just yet.

It was instinctive that Haruka lightly squeezed at that breast, trying to make the kiss just the slightest bit more passionate. In all honesty, even with their little encounter, the flight had been close to torture. That long in a confined space never did her any good.

Well, unless the confined space was her car during a race. That was a completely different experience.

Michiru let out another moan, arching into the touch before moving to nipping at her jawline till she met her ear. She gave a slightly hard bite to earlobe while pushing her hips down even firmer. “I want you to fuck me right here, love.” Bit down again before working her way down her neck.

Haruka shuddered, letting out a low moan. “I think I can do that...” And hey, it’d be step one on the path to having sex in every room they could think of. God only knew they’d done similar things back in America.

It was instinctive that she moved her hands to try and get her pants off, mentally cursing Michiru for seemingly giving her the most awkward pair she happened to own.

She couldn’t help but chuckle and move off her to pull her skirt and panties down while Haruka worked on freeing herself. “I want to test your stamina.” She said that rather strictly, as if she were giving her a test. “I want you to get me to as many as you possibly can. Got it?”

Yes, she was full well that Haruka was the dom in the relationship, but she could tease right? It’s not like they weren’t above switching things around. Michiru had her many kinks, most of which she hasn’t even informed Haruka of.

Haruka let out a triumphant little noise as she finally figured out the goddamn pants, making a mental note to never wear the damn things again, if she could help it... Michiru being bossy was unexpected, but hey, she could deal. She was flexible like that.

She let out a soft chuckle, idly tracing patterns up her sides. “And in as many ways as I can? Seems like the usual kind of challenge...”

“As many ways as you can think of. You’ve seen how flexible I can be...” Smirked and moved to properly straddle her hips. She may be a bit too wet already, but she won’t go about saying that. Haruka can check if she wants to, and she’s certain she will. “How about every room?”

Her grandfather would have a heart attack if he knew.

Instinct alone demanded that Haruka slip a hand to check, her eyes widening slightly at what she felt. Dear God, she got to her that much? She’d barely done anything yet... “I think my stamina can more than extend to that. Don’t know if you’ll be able to keep up, though.”

“Are you challenging me?” Pushed her lips together and glared, “Because if you are I am not responsible for breaking you.”Jerked her hips down firmly.

Haruka smirked. “Maybe... I don’t know if you could ever break me, though.” Okay, maybe taunting Michiru was far too much fun. Especially because of the way it seemed to be heading.

“Oh it’s on.” With that she yanked her into a fierce kiss, biting her lip on occasion before yanking her head to the side by her hair as she bit down hard. She snaked a hand between them to aim things properly before jerking herself around it, keeping her grip in her hair tight as she can manage.

Just the reaction Haruka had been hoping for. Haruka couldn’t help a low moan at the bite, or an instinctive jerk of her hips, which played rather well into Michiru’s evil designs. Maybe she should’ve riled Michiru up like this earlier... certainly looked like something that’d lead to amazing sex.

She rocked up into her roughly, intent on gaining control of the situation. It just wasn’t her style to not be the one calling the shots.

To Haruka’s possible dismay, she didn’t make any noise, or give any reaction that wasn’t biting down rougher and jerking her hair. She was more than glad to just keep her hips still until Haruka was desperate enough to flip her over the coffee table or the couch.

With one hand she held her hair, with the other she gripped at the packer. She kept her hips high enough so that it was just brushing against her, her hand jerking it against Haruka at an angle she knows gets to her.

This was cheating. On so many levels. Haruka growled, low in her throat, hands dropping to Michiru’s hips to attempt to get her to come down more. Her patience could only hold out so long... and considering she was a very impatient person to begin with, it was a miracle she hadn’t flipped her already.

And that was returned with her pulling off her entirely and laying beside her as if nothing had happened. “You are terrible...”

Haruka arched an eyebrow at that, before yanking her into a fierce kiss. If she was terrible, what did that make Michiru? The woman pretty much exemplified evil... well, at least in the bedroom. She ran a hand down her body to tease at her clit, intent on getting at least some form of revenge.

“Yo-” Had meant to say something about her being in charge before the kiss cut her off. She couldn’t help but shudder at the touch to her clit, jerking her hips up the whole while. She broke the kiss and pulled her head back. “You are... Evil.”

Haruka smirked, shaking her head. “Evil, me? I don’t know what you mean...” All the same, she didn’t pull her hand away, still just lightly teasing. No point in giving her what she wanted right away, after all.

“You know exactly what I mean... fuck.” Tipped her head back, trying to keep herself focused with what she’s doing down there. “You... “Okay, time to take control again. She yanked her back into a kiss while jerking her hand away from her. She’s not backing down.

Like that’d actually stop her. Haruka moved to pin her, intent on not letting her get the best of her. Her manly pride just wouldn’t allow it. Of course, this was the same manly pride that was pretty much demanding she jump her, but she was just about managing to hold that urge back.

Struggled against her grip, giving a sly smirk when she got one hand free and reached down to push it against her quite firmly. Why hadn’t they gotten this competitive before? She’s so very close to breaking and bending to her will, but she’s going to try her best to stay in some form of control.

Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, her hips jerking slightly, but that didn’t stop her from repinning her, biting roughly at her neck as she pressed her knee between her legs. Maybe fighting for dominance like this was something they should’ve tried earlier...

Especially since it seemed to be working pretty well on the both of them.

“You... You bastard...” Shuddered, feeling her body bend to her whim. Haruka was going to regret this later. For now she’d just enjoy her attentions and make her work for it.

Haruka smirked, letting herself feel just the slightest bit triumphant. “I thought you loved me for being a bastard...” Besides, it wasn’t like she was being that evil.. well, not yet, anyway.

“I guess...”Stuck her tongue out at her before yanking her down for a kiss, jerking her hips up against her knee whilst dragging her nails down her back to digging into her hips. God, Haruka was far too good at this.

The feeling of her nails against her back made Haruka let out a low moan, pressing her knee firmer up against her. If she wanted to be evil, she’d get it back ten times worse... and, knowing her, she’d love every moment of it.

The firmer she pushed, the louder the moans she was giving off got. She kept her nails in, rocking her hips against her. She is well aware that Haruka knees may very well be soaked by this point, yet she can’t be bothered to care. She’s still going to make her work for it, still going to make it so that they have to both be desperately wanting the other. Well, more so than they were right now.

Weren’t they both already pretty desperate? Haruka leant to bite at her neck roughly, intent on leaving a mark... when she pulled away, it was just to nip at her ear. “Come on, Michiru... you can’t deny you want this. Want me.”

True, maybe some lesser person would’ve found the entire thing pretty dysphoria-inducing, but... with Michiru, things like that never seemed to matter.

Those words made her shudder, her body tensing against before shifting her hips. “I.... I need you inside me, please.” Dammit, she gave in fully. She can’t even begin to say she regrets because God, she needs it more than she’ll ever properly admit.

Haruka smirked, moving to kiss her fiercely, glad that clothes were pretty much a non-issue at this point. She moved to slowly ease inside her, nipping lightly at her lower lip just to test - hey, they might as well experiment whilst they were out here, right? Wasn’t like anyone would overhear them.

In fact, that alone would probably mean they’d come out here a fair bit in future. Privacy was truly a lovely, lovely thing.

Instantly let out a low moan, wrapping a leg around her hips and dug her nails into her back. At the biting she shuddered again, causing her to jerk her hips up to her quite roughly. They’d come here as many times as time and money would allow, if she had anything to do with it. Haruka was far too good at this.

She would’ve asked if she’d ever done this with anyone else, but now was not the time for such questions.

Even if she had asked, Haruka wouldn’t have answered. Did it really matter how many people she’d been with? Her gender issues had rather limited it, yes, but it wasn’t like she’d never done anything before.

When Michiru jerked her hips up like that, Haruka took it as a cue to go just that little bit harder, her nails digging into her back making her let out a low moan into the kiss. Okay, that she’d have to remember.

“Oh fuck!” She didn’t even bother with keeping herself quiet, who would hear? She jerked her hips up in time with hers, keeping her nails right where they were. “Like that.... That....” Tipped her head back and let out an even louder moan, followed by a trail of whimpered gasps.

God, she’d missed getting her loud like this. They’d have to look into soundproofing their flat a little better at some point... Haruka bit at her neck, speeding up her thrusts just slightly, trying to remember that perfect angle. Sure, it was damn obvious it already felt pretty good for her, but... she always felt like she could do better.

And she found that angle sure enough. She locked both legs around her hips, arching her back against her as close as she can get. “Fuck, Haruka!” She’s not holding anything back, letting herself get as loud as her body wants her to get.

Honestly, the louder she got, the better. All the bonuses of being someone who was turned on by sound... Haruka bit down rougher, going harder and faster still, making damned sure to keep that angle. Sure, she wasn’t getting all too much out of this, but... it wasn’t like that mattered.

Michiru’s pleasure always came first. It was really that simple.

And it isn’t too much more of that before she came hard with a scream of her name. Okay, maybe Haruka was right in saying she might not be able to keep up. She collapsed down, trying to catch her breath AND her coherency.

And whilst usually that’d be a sign for Haruka to back off, to give Michiru some chance to recover, now was one of those rare situations where she didn’t. True, she slowed down a little, but by no means stopped with the roughness.

Clearly, challenging her like this brought out both the best and the worst in her.

And what came out of her mouth was quite possibly a jumbled mass of every swear word in one. Michiru couldn’t help but moan and buck her hips up against her’s.“You.... you bastard.” Haruka was obviously evil today, more so than usual that is. But goddamn she couldn’t find any part of her to care, it felt far too good.

Like Michiru had never been evil to her in the past. Haruka smirked slightly, lightly trailing a hand up her side. “And yet, you love me. Amazing, isn’t it?” Not that she could even pretend to understand it all, but that was besides the point.

Maybe there was some truth in that destined couple thing... she pushed the thought aside for now, allowing herself to speed up just a little.

Let out a low moan, arching her back. “You’re going to drive me mad!” And she really couldn’t complain because damn it felt good. All the same she pushed her away slightly so she could pull off and move to bend over the arm of the couch, pushing her ass in the air. “I want it like this.”

They’d been here for barely any time at all, and already Haruka’d decided that this was maybe the best vacation ever. She was quick to move to ease back inside her, lightly digging her nails into her hips. “You know I’m all for pleasing you...”

She knew that if Michiru was feeling evil, she’d likely take that to some extreme, but she’d be able to deal with it. She could put up with a lot in the name of amazing sex.

Michiru let out a low and ragged moan, pushing back against her. This woman would be the death of her one day and she’d love every minute of it. She gasped when Haruka managed to find a very particular spot and couldn’t help the low whine that escaped her lips, or the hard jerk back against her. “Fuck!”

Haruka smirked, lightly running her hands up her sides, making her thrusts just that little bit rougher and harder. In the back of her mind, she was half-wondering how many times she’d be able to get her like this - doing this to her was addictive, in so many different ways.

It took her quite a while to figure out which was was up, and to be honest, she figures that she won’t even come close to it if Haruka kept that up. She groaned and pushed back against it, tightening around her walls around it so it takes more effort to push inside her. “You feel so big inside, love... So big, God.” Gripped tight to the edge of the couch, pushing far enough forward that her hair slipped over her shoulders.

Haruka leant in to nip at her neck, hands moving to cup her breasts. It was only fair that she drive her mad in more ways than one... she let herself go just a little rougher, trying to angle things just right. Maybe she’d find that elusive angle that gave them both pleasure, if she was lucky.

“God...” Arched her back, pushing even firmer against her. She shifted her hips, trying her damndest to help her find that angle. It was something she enjoying doing, making sure Haruka got as much pleasure out of this as she was already. How was she so good at this, honestly? Get to her with just penetration alone.

It was probably some sort of innate talent, at least in Haruka’s opinion. She couldn’t help a low moan when things pressed back against her enough to make her shudder. “God, Michiru...”

She wouldn’t have minded if she hadn’t got any pleasure out of it, really, but... she certainly wasn’t going to turn it down. It honestly still amazed her that Michiru had found a way to make it happen.

Michiru couldn’t help but let out a little giggle, making sure to keep that angle. “Good, love?” Pushed her hips back even firmer whilst reaching back to dig her nails into her stomach. Her eyes are shut tight and mouth hangs open with each gasp that she allows to escape from her mouth.

“Y-yeah...” it was definitely one way to drive Haruka mad. She couldn’t help going harder and faster still, biting her lip to keep herself under control. Not that it was really working all that well. Doing this, and actually getting something in return, tended to be pretty damn overwhelming.

Michiru let out an even louder moan, rocking her hips in such a way that she knows works perfectly with the shape of Haruka’s hips and body. She brought her hands back to hold the arm of the chair, pushing her fingers in when things are hit just so. It’s takes only a few different angles before she let out a little shriek of pleasure, lifting her head up. Someone has found her g-spot.

Damn, she was awesome. Haruka made sure to keep that angle, dragging her nails down Michiru’s side. She’d have to remember this... if only because damn, doing it like this seemed to actually make it easier to find.

She let out a low moan, arching her back even further. this felt far too good, and she’s already insanely close. “Oh... Oh fuck, Haruka. Just a bit more...” Jerked her hips back even harder. Her legs and arms are growing steadily weaker. How was it that Haruka could damn near break her after so few times?

If she ever asked her, Haruka would claim it was all down to natural talent, and a little bit related to how quick a learner she was when it came to things like this. She moved a hand to support her a little better, just in case, letting herself just go as hard and fast as she could possibly manage.

If this wasn’t good enough, she’d honestly be surprised.

And it’s not too long before she comes and hard, jerking her hips back and damn near collapsing underneath her. She shifted down, still jerking her hips back, an attempt at giving Haruka what she needs to come herself.

It’s worth a shot right?

It was just about enough. Haruka bit her lip, jerking into her a few more times before coming with a rough moan of her name. True, it wasn’t anything mindblowing, but it was more than satisfying enough. “God, Michiru...”

How long were they honestly going to do this? Not that she was going to complain in the slightest...


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After spending pretty much the entire first week of their vacation inside and pretty much naked the whole while, she figures it might be a good idea for them to actually get some fresh air. And not in the ‘lets go fuck on the front lawn’ sense of getting fresh air.

“Haruka, get your butt out here before I grab a bucket of water and make you come out here.” She was dragging her to the beach only a short walk away from the house, it being a beach house and all. She’s in a simple white bikini, with a flowy white outer dress robe to keep her semi-covered until they get near the shore.

That was definitely one way to drag her out. Haruka was out within a minute or two, and unlike Michiru, definitely wasn’t prepared for any sort of sea-related shenaniganry. There wasn’t much point, really, considering she couldn’t swim worth a damn.

She arched an eyebrow at Michiru’s choice of outfit. “Are you trying to give me ideas? I thought we’d agreed to stop...”

“You expect me to wear a skirt and blouse to swim in?” Gave her a smug ‘you’re acting unusual’ smirk before headed off ahead of her to the beach. “You have such a pervy mind. And we’re not doing anything more yet. Especially not at the beach. I’d rather not get sand in places it should never go.”

Once they get there, she let the robe fall and set the beach towels down for Haruka to sit on. She moved over to the shore, letting the water move over her feet. A contented sigh escaped her lips, and she bent over to pull the water up into her palms to let it drip back down to meet the ocean.

Haruka rolled her eyes. “It’s only ‘pervy’ because of what you’ve been doing to it over the last week...” Besides, was it really such a crime to comment on how beautiful Michiru could be? She could get ideas without having to act on them!

She let herself sit down on one of the towels, just watching for now. This seemed... right, on so many levels.

Once at waist deep, she pushed up and dived silently into the water, kicking her legs above once before swimming down as far down as she could. She moved a bit further out and blinked when something blinded her on the floor.

Tipping her head she quickly rose to the surface, letting out a gasp before looking to Haruka. “Love, there’s something far down that has risen my curiosity.” Brushed her hair back. “If I take long, don’t get too worried, alright?”

Huh. Something underwater that’d actually distract Michiru to that kind of level? That had to be new. “Just don’t expect me to rescue you. You know I can’t swim worth a damn,” maybe they’d fix that before they came home. The beach was pretty secluded.

It’d take a lot of persuasion, though. Being in the water never tended to feel right to her.

“I’d rather you not. I’m the one that gets wet in this relationship.” Winked before taking in a deep breath and pushed herself into the water. It takes her pacing herself, long strides of her legs to conserve as much of the oxygen in her lungs as possible. What the hell was it? Whatever it was, she felt herself before pulled even closer.

When she got to the floor she had to push a large rock out of the way to get it free. Once free, she took as short a time as possible to get the clumped sand and algae off of it. Soon as she wiped it off the glass of what she deemed was a mirror, a sudden rush of energy spread over her.

When she opened her eyes, the mirror was glowing and flickering with short images that she couldn’t begin to make out before it simply went to showing herself. In it, she could see that same symbol on her forehead. She took it to herself to get as quickly to the surface as possible. Haruka had to see this.

The moment Michiru broke the surface, something decided it was an appropriate time to fall from the sky and whack Haruka on the head. Hard. She swore, rather loudly, wrenching the offending item out of the sand where it’d fallen.

How the hell had a sword fallen from the sky? The jewels on the sheath seemed to have an almost unearthly glow, engraved around with some kind of strange lettering she couldn’t decipher. This just got weirder and weirder.

Michiru hadn’t seen that, too focused on cleaning at the mirror. It was gorgeous, gold with a teal background with the symbol that had glowed on her forehead. It had engraved in it the figure of a woman, with swirls that flowed around it. “Haruka... Look at this.”

When she looked up she tipped her head to the side. “What is that?”

Haruka shrugged, rubbing at the point where it’d impacted with her free hand. “Some kind of sword. Looks a little familiar.” Maybe it’d been in one of those dreams. It was hard to tell. “Really wish it hadn’t hit me in the head...”

She knew she was meant to be the soldier of the skies, but honestly, that was just ridiculous.

She honestly couldn’t help but laugh, moving to sit beside her. “At least mine didn’t hit me, look at it.” Set it to where she can look at it, looking the sword over as she did. “Does this mean I can make ‘is that a sword in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’ jokes?” Tipped her head and laughed again, covering her face with the paddle end of the mirror.

Dear God, that was terrible. Haruka chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Guess you could... even if it’s a bit strangely shaped for that.” It was almost like some kind of pirate sword, in a way... even if it’d be a bit garish, what with the jewels and the golden hilt and all.

Holding it actually gave a certain sense of completion. What was this thing?