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Prompted by the rapidly developing field of wearable electronics, research into biocompatible substrates and coatings is intensifying. Acrylate-based hydrogel polymers have gained widespread use as biocompatible articles in applications such as contact and intraocular lenses. Surface treatments and/or coatings present one strategy to further enhance the performance of these hydrogels or even realize novel functionality. In this study, the conductive polymer poly(3,4-ethylenedioxythiophene) (PEDOT) is deposited from the vapor phase onto hydrated hydrogel substrates and blended with biocompatibilizing coconstituents incorporating polyethylene glycol (PEG) and polydimethyl siloxane (PDMS) moieties. Plasma pretreatment of the dehydrated hydrogel substrate modifies its surface topography and chemical composition to facilitate the attachment of conductive PEDOT-based surface layers. Manipulating the vapor phase polymerization process and constituent composition, the PEDOT-based coating is engineered to be both hydrophilic (i.e. to promote biocompatibility) and highly conductive. The fabrication of this conductively coated hydrogel has implications for the future of wearable electronic devices.

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**The model is 168cm / 57kg. He is wearing a size 1 parka and the long sleeve. He is wearing a size 2 for the pants.

This was done in a chaotic arrangement, so no particular order. 

Why would he brother not tell him he was planning to visit the family? The only reason JiSub visited them alone was because the younger did not seem willing to spend any time with them when he asked him. They will need to talk about that when they meet, but it was late and he was probably better off visiting the younger the following day. Did you fall asleep yet? Should I come tomorrow? He sent Damian a message when the train was close to Seoul’s station. If he did not receive a reply, he was going to go back to the hotel and spend the night. 

The phone’s buzz took the male out of his trance and he reached to see the message. His older brother was finally released as it seemed. 'Please come now. I have plans for tomorrow too.’ he replied to the older. Damian felt helpless, and he hated being like this. He also hated the feeling of needing to see his elder brother. He wanted to see him, but now he also need to do so too. “Just come...” he whispered, lying on his stomach and resting his head on his folded hands.

Breaking a promise wasn’t a big deal, but not when the promise was one he made to his brother. It wasn’t a promise, but he gave him his word to spend the day with him yet he couldn’t manage to do so. While Damian had no intention to see the family, Ji Sub was the dutiful son who had to catch the first train to his grandparents house and pay his respect to the elders. It did not matter whether he liked them or not, it was a duty. The events of that day kept him there despite his unwillingness. Ji Sub messaged the only person who could help him make the day more meaningful for his brother until he manages to escape the trap he walked into willingly. Upon his instructions, two boxes of gifts were delivered to Damian’s address. The first gift box had a painting of both brothers sitting next to each other. The card that came along with it read: I got it when I was in Poland, a street artist drew it after I gave him a picture of you. I missed you. Merry Christmas, dongsaeng. The second gift was in a smaller box and had a telecommunication ring that had more than just a phone and a miniature camera built into it. I miss when picking a gift for you wasn’t as complicated. 

Seeing how late it got the male tossed his phone harshly over the plastic coffee table, the device sliding along it and falling on the floor, but the male didn’t bother with it either. He just lied on the couch, turning his back to the painting and to the phone on the floor; to the two used cups. He wasn’t in the mood for anything right now. He never was around Christmas, or rather — around family meetings. He figured Jisub went to visit their parents who came to Korea and their grandparents and he got held up there. If the day was any other Damian would’ve gotten dressed and went two, but he was not so stupid to suffer Christmas Eve’s dinner twice. He was just going to nap. If his brother wanted to come, he would wake up then.

They’re interrupted by the familiar, telltale click of heels via one of the female tattooists arriving at the reception desk, greeting them and eyeing Victor curiously at the stranger she must assume he walked in with. She questions what they’re there for and motions them to join her in the space filled with multiple chairs and a slew of supplies behind the desk. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to go get the other slacker in the back.”

Once the worker went to the back, Damian just nodding at his words and took a seat. Once he did that he turned his attention back to the male he walked in with. “Perhaps, were you born and raised out of Korea? In my case it’s that. Ah, if you want to you don’t have to answer me, it’s just that it’s rare for me to meet Koreans with foreign names.” the black haired male went on blabbering, resting his head on his hand. Once his question was out his mind went back on to the idea of getting another part of his skin tattooed. He had considered countless possibilities about it, about what he wanted. Now he just had to order his thoughts so he could convey them best to the artist and get proper help.