#shalnark

Chrollo

✦ ── It was typical for him to disappear for weeks to months at a time, with none of the Troupe aware of his whereabouts, doing who knows what. Except he always contacted you once a month to meet up.

✦ ── Different place every time, but always some kind of book cafe. He would meet you there late in the evening and update you on his dealings and treat it almost akin to a one-sided book club.

✦ ── This spot had a nice couch, and you took the opportunity to lie across it, head on one armrest while he sat at the other end, your ankles on his lap. He'd read aloud to you, even if he spotted you drifting off.

"Am I that boring?" Your leader mused, closing the book to rest his chin on his fist, elbow propped on the other armrest. You were fast asleep and had been for a few minutes now.

Once Chrollo was sure he had memorized your sleeping face, he went back to reading his book, held in one hand. His other toyed with the small chain around your ankle, an anklet he had gifted you long ago.

He wouldn't dare rouse you, nor would he let anyone else. Chrollo would sooner kill everyone in the shop if it meant he got an extra moment with you like this.

Feitan

✦ ── He's small. He's cold. He's uncomfortable. Feitan has no reason to believe you'd ever go to him for 'comfort'; he is a sea urchin of a human.

✦ ── So when he's reading, having just finished torturing the man bleeding out a few meters away and having gotten the intel he wanted, and you slump against him? Yeah, he's surprised!

✦ ── When you do wake up, you might catch him practicing some of the words from the book aloud. But once he realizes you're awake, expect his lips to be sealed and to be shoved off him.

"What doing?" He practically spits the words, harsh as always, and throws you a hard side-eye.

You're asleep. How? How on earth could you sleep like this, and with the victim's ugly sobs audible no less? Whatever. You can stay, only because you'd be no use to him deprived of sleep.

You're nice and warm, too.

Hisoka

✦ ── Are you sure that's a good idea? It's certain that he wouldn't shy away from contact or find affection gross, but he might not be the safest option.

✦ ── At least that is what anyone else would think, but you don't seem to care, because you're fast asleep with your back to his chest.

✦ ── Hisoka doesn't seem to care either; he just adapts. He pulls you closer so you don't slump forward and rests his hands on your lap instead. He can still shuffle, even with his arms around you, and he might try to build a card tower on your lap if you're still.

You were always direct with him, telling him to move his arms so you could plop yourself right between his legs and use him like a rest. Still, he didn't expect you to fall asleep.

"How amusing." He poked you a few times, but it didn't gain any reaction, so he continued practicing small card tricks in front of you, even if you wouldn't see.

He has his head resting on your shoulder so he can see his hands as he works and listens closely to every breath you take.

Illumi

✦ ── Always as stiff as a board, effective, and calculated. It's insanely hard to get close to Illumi because he always assumes one's actions are for the worst.

✦ ── But you're just so disarming. You make every effort to touch him—usually his hair—and never seem offended when he moves away; you just try again. So, Illumi decides it's a waste of time making space between you two.

✦ ── You can play with his hair, poke his needles, and fall asleep on him all you want. It's not like it brings him any harm, and why would it matter what you did?

You make him feel weird, and you always do strange stuff, but at least you're predictable while you sleep.

It did leave you vulnerable, though. He thought you were being stupid for resting on him when he could so easily kill you. He would not, no, not ever, but he could.

Illumi is used to being still for hours on end, and so he will amuse your antics for the time being by staying still and allowing you rest. Assassins do not need friends, but allies are good to have, right?

Machi

✦ ── Machi keeps her distance from everyone, even those she likes, just to be sure she's ready for anything unexpected. That, and it was harder for the others to tell who she liked.

✦ ── But when you two are alone, she stands close, like a guard dog. You want to sleep on her? Yeah, okay, she won't hold still for you, but she'll let you.

✦ ── God, you're so in the way of her sewing that she has to run her arm around your waist so she can get around you and keep working. So annoying.

"Seriously?" She mutters under her breath, scoffing at your ridiculousness. There was a bed not more than a few meters away, and you still decided this was the best place?

Who cares? You can sleep wherever you want. So long as you don't ruin her project or tell anyone about this, she'll let you rest.

Pakunoda

✦ ── She was friendly, sweet, and alluring. You always commented on the captivating scents of her perfume oil, and she always tried to find one you'd like more than the last.

✦ ── Given she always has the relaxing aura about her, especially with you, it seems to finally slip beyond a pleasant feeling into something so gentle you get real tired around her.

✦ ── Paku watches you fall asleep in real time, and she gently guides you down until you're resting with your shoulders and head on her lap. She won't touch you any further, but she will admire you.

It was late, and they were still waiting on the rest of the troupe to arrive. Pakunoda methodically polished her revolver, counting each bullet as she locked them in place.

Below her working hands was your resting face, head cushioned from the floor by her thighs. Her eyes traced you every few minutes, making sure you showed no sign of discomfort.

When it was time to wake up, she'd give you a quick kiss on your forehead and nudge you until those pretty eyes opened.

Phinks

✦ ── This cocky asshole may act like he's nothing but a fighting machine, but he cares. Yeah, he cares a lot actually, and you're his soft spot.

✦ ── You could tell him point blank you're going to sleep on him, and he'd let it happen, but he's glad you did it unexpectedly because he can play it off as if he isn't happy about it.

✦ ── He'll wrap both arms around you and hold you close, lie back so you can rest comfortably on him, and do his best not to move too much.

Thank god there was a couch nearby when you fell asleep, because without his track jacket he'd have frozen if you'd both stayed on the floor.

That very jacket is pulled over your shoulders like a blanket, and he's holding you close to steal some of that radiating warmth you let off. His expression remains cold, almost annoyed, but he's still holding on tight.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." He says it knowing you won't hear it, mostly to rationalize his affectionate actions as nothing more than chance.

Shalnark

✦ ── Out of anyone, he's most likely to have fallen asleep on you before, and he's always opening his arms to envelop you in a hug once he knows you'll accept it.

✦ ── So when you finally make yourself comfortable, curling up next to him and resting the side of your head on his lap, he has to stop himself from celebrating.

✦ ── There is no shame; Shalnark will let his hand play with your hair and touch your face. He wants to feel you, and it seems to soothe you into an even deeper slumber!

His fingers were careful not to mess up or tangle your hair as he carefully brushed through it, moving his hand to trace the outer edge of your ear and follow your jaw where his thumb could caress your cheek.

Your soft breathing was a sign that he wasn't being a disturbance, so he kept going. Mindlessly memorizing the dips and plush parts of your face while he listened for any small noises you offered.

"Sleep as long as you like." His voice was more soft-spoken than he expected, a smile making its way to his lips. You really did mess with his feelings, huh?

Shizuku

✦ ── Not the kind to initiate contact, but also not the kind to shy away from someone else. She is quiet and a great companion for sleep if you want to be watched over the whole time.

✦ ── Shizuku is pretty certain you've never just passed out against her, though. She was sure she would remember something so meaningful! That's why this is such a big deal.

✦ ── Stares at you the whole time and wonders aloud what you might be dreaming about. She'll ask questions, even if she knows you can't answer.

"Are you asleep?" Her eyes peer at you through her glasses, though the answer is obvious when your breath is moving so slow and you give not an inch of a reply.

"Did you not rest well last night?" This time, her hand lifts to hold the side of your head and pull you against her more, making sure you're at least a bit more comfortable.

"If it's okay, I won't wake you up." She could, but she doesn't really feel like it. She likes you anyways, so you should make sure to sleep extra long so she can enjoy it!

Uvogin

✦ ── Ah, yes, this is certainly not the first time you would have fallen asleep on him. Uvo is big, warm, and well-cushioned. He naps all the time while being forced to wait on orders, too.

✦ ── But in the middle of a mission, while you're in the getaway car and being chased down? He barely feels it when you lean against him, but when he tosses a glance your way, he can't help but chuckle at your carelessness.

✦ ── You're moved to his lap, both to make more room for the others and so he can shield you from any stray bullets or if the car takes a tumble.

"You're crazy." He says it with a grin, because quite frankly he likes that about you.

Watching you rest as if you're in a safe haven, and watching you cling to him, is extremely amusing. You're nowhere near this clingy when you're awake, so he's going to savour it!

Even as the car comes to a screeching halt, you don't wake. So Uvogin takes it upon himself to sling you over his shoulder and fight one-handed! He's extra vicious because he's gotta make sure Sleeping Beauty gets her rest.

Chrollo Lucilfer

Lowkey thought you were just... vibes. Like a pet cat with Nen. He had no idea why he let you into the Troupe except the aura you give off felt wrong in a way that interested him.

He’s unnerved by how still you are. You don’t ask for orders, don’t chatter, don’t offer opinions. You just… stand there like a decorative cursed doll.

Then, one day during a fight, he sees it.

You touch the guy once. Your Nen seeps into them like ink soaking cloth. And suddenly they’re screaming- falling into a loop of death that resets just before it ends.

Chrollo is fascinated. He wants your ability. He NEEDS it. You terrify him and he wants to keep you.

He’s weirdly polite to you from then on. Always says please and thank you. Never raises his voice. Never turns his back.

Pakunoda

She tried to read your memories out of curiosity, because you were so quiet and strange.

But she got nothing but swirling, non-linear fragments- your ability distorts even your own timeline. That shouldn’t be possible.

She looks at you completely differently afterward. You're unreadable, uncontrollable, and unkillable. That scares her, but she hides it well.

Becomes super protective of you even though she’s scared. Will absolutely shoot someone with a memory bullet for you on instinct now.

Machi 

She used to lowkey roll her eyes when you were just standing around. Machi was like, “You better not expect me to babysit the mute weirdo.”

But then you casually erased someone from existence mid-fight by flicking your wrist and whispering something under your breath.

Machi saw them rip apart, reassemble, and die again on loop while screaming.

Afterward, she blinked at you and was like “…Huh.”

Never questioned you again. Always throws a thread your way mid-fight, just in case. Kinda looks at you like a cat watching a washing machine- wary but obsessed.

Nobunaga

Was the most vocal about not trusting you. “You’re not a fighter. You don’t even carry a weapon. You just stand there all creepy.”

He found out the hard way. Saw your ability activate and had a whole existential crisis. “What the hell is THAT?? That’s not even Nen anymore!!”

Now thinks you’re cursed. Refuses to spar with you and is visibly nervous if you’re behind him.

Will NOT let you touch him. He dodges like his life depends on it (it does).

Phinks

Always lowkey picked on you. Not mean, but annoying. Thought you were just some weird mascot.

Then you hit a Chimera Ant with your ability and Phinks watched it die ten times in the span of three seconds- screaming for mercy between loops.

“...What the actual hell?”

Stares at you differently now. Like you’re a loaded gun with no safety.

Gives you headpats when you’re not looking, though. You scare him but he’s weirdly proud of you?? “That’s our creepy little freak. Don’t touch ‘em, they bite.”

Shalnark

Thought your Nen had to be stealth or manipulation-based. Ran some tests. Tried observing your aura when you weren’t paying attention.

It gave him a nosebleed.

After witnessing the loop effect, he sat down and just muttered “That shouldn’t even be real. Nen shouldn’t do that. That’s like- beyond causality.”

He’s both fascinated and terrified. Wants to study you, but from a distance, like a bomb in a box.

Keeps logs on your energy fluctuations. Swears you might be from the Dark Continent.

Feitan 

Immediately obsessed.

You give off “don’t touch me or I’ll consume your soul” energy, and he LOVES that.

After seeing you use your ability, he just looked at you and whispered, “More.”

Thinks your power is beautiful. Wants to work with you during tortures. Genuinely calls you “artistic.”

The only one who doesn’t flinch when you activate it. Stands right next to you and grins. Unhinged duo energy.

Uvogin

Was like “You’re so quiet. Come spar!!”

You declined.

Later, Uvo watched you toss someone into a time-splintered death vortex and his soul left his body.

He was like “……………..alright, I ain’t sparring you actually.” Still likes you, though. Thinks you’re cool.

Tries to high-five you. You never respond.

Franklin

He’s calm and level-headed, but even he was like, “What in the actual hell is their ability…?”

Thinks you’re the ultimate failsafe. As long as you’re around, the Troupe can never be completely cornered.

Talks to you more than the others. Knows you’re quiet but not dumb. Tries to include you in tactical conversations, just to show he respects you.

Genuinely trusts you with his back. You scare him in a good way.

Kortopi

He’s a little weird and unhinged too, so he felt oddly drawn to you even before your reveal.

After seeing your ability in action, he kept glancing at you and whispering, “Repeat. Repeat. Loop. Copy of time… endless…”

Doesn’t speak often, but when he does, it’s usually to you.

Bonolenov 

He sensed something unnatural about you before anyone else. 

After witnessing your power, he believes you are cursed- or blessed- by a god of infinite return.

Treats you with reverence. Like a priest to a cryptid. He never disrespects you, never jokes around. Thinks you walk between life and death.

Occasionally plays music in your presence without being asked. Quiet melodies, like a protective chant.

Shizuku 

She just thought you were boring at first. She was like “Oh they’re just like me. Head empty.”

Then she watched you trap a person in a death loop where they feel their body split open over and over again, and she just stood there blinking.

“Huh. That’s cool.”

Becomes obsessed with watching you do it. Doesn’t even care if it’s enemies or test subjects. She’s just like “Do the spin thing again.”

G.F

he enjoys the sight of your little doodles and even offers to let you draw on him.

after seeing you do this so frequently, he’d get an idea. instead of drawing on yourself with markers, why don’t you paint? this would be self indulgent for gon, since he found out he liked the sensation of the brush on his skin. but who knows? maybe it’s beneficial to you too if you like the new medium.

K.Z

he would tease you at first, calling it childish and messy.

“drawing on yourself again? pfft you’re gonna die of ink poisoning some day.”

don’t take that seriously because he actually finds your designs insanely cool. when he’s in a softer mood, he might sit and watch you draw, lost in thought and curious about your artistic process.

he loves anything with dragons and might even come up with a sketch of one you can do that runs all along your arm. you’d find it in one of his notebooks and surprise him the next time you saw each other.

K.K

kurapika would notice you doing this all the time if you worked with him. he knew that letting you sit in his lap as he researched meant his pens would eventually find their way into your hands.. he won’t say anything.

however, he would prefer you didn’t draw on his hands since he’s usually using them. it also comes off as a bit unprofessional for him to have doodles all over in front of a client. he might even hand you a notepad to encourage you to busy yourself a different way.

but man, imagine you drew chains up your arm and pretended to shoot chain jail at him or something. the sight would be so utterly endearing that he’d look away, the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips.

L.P

i can see leorio being the type to sketch things in the bylines of notes, tapping his pen against his chin—things that he picked up in med school. so when he sees you drawing on yourself, he can understand it. other than that, he really doesn’t care or notice most of the time.

he may point it out if your skin gets irritated or if you try to draw over broken skin. do that and he’ll pass you some sticky notes and tell you to draw on that instead.

H.M

this is the guy that draws teardrops and stars on his face every single day. your artistry is absolutely shared. perhaps he’ll even ask you to draw those symbols on him some days, so he can carry a little piece of you with him during battle.

maybe you’d draw a four leaf clover before one of his fights for luck—of which he’d promptly erase. why? because he doesn’t need it, of course.

I.Z

illumi is completely confused by this habit. he hardly understands most hobbies, so idle past-times like this make even less sense. but when it comes to you, he always lets you do as you please, accepting that he won’t understand your normality.

want to draw on him? he doesn’t care. just don’t be upset when he makes you wipe it off later.

C.L

watching you doodle on yourself is an endearing pastime for him. he’s honestly just fascinated by all of your behaviors. why do you draw on your hands instead of paper? is it a sign that you’re bored? some hint that you want to enter the tattoo artist occupation?

he’d ask you all of these things while you draw and you’d probably tune it all out. not that he cares; he hopes to find the answer himself.

extra!

UVOGIN

he loves your little quirk, telling you to decorate his torso and arms with your designs. he’s like a blank canvas for you, as long as you’re okay with his endless talking the whole time.

he will absolutely kill you if he catches you drawing a dick on him AND consider your doodling privileges revoked! indefinitely! (a word he learned from chrollo).

SHALNARK

also loves your creativity, though he insists that you use a digital platform instead. he’s even hacked into programs like adobe so you can have premium subscriptions, but you brush it off. you prefer your skin after all.

at that, he’s pretty confused, viewing things more technically. isn’t it more annoying because of how skin can move? or how the natural oils on your hands messes up the pen tip? after giving you a whole lecture on the disadvantage of hand drawing, you finally give in to trying digital art.

now, if you decided to draw on him instead, all of those cons would suddenly vanish.

SHIZUKU

draw on yourself all you like—she would take a long time to actually notice. one day she’d randomly spot your drawings, raising a brow at them.

“when’d you get those tattoos?” and after you explain that not only are they pen ink, but that they’ve been there for days, she’s very shocked that she didn’t see them earlier.

as for writing on shizuku? it’d be a huge help if you wrote out reminders for her, one she’d definitely thank you for.

PAKUNODA

she finds it super adorable of you, offering her own arms to draw on and even giving you ideas here and there. she’ll frequently ask you what you’re drawing, nodding her head as if especially interested in this little hobby.

one of her favorite things to do would be to cuddle while you doodle.

MACHI

machi’s very observant and would notice pretty soon after meeting you. she’d assume it’s a habit of boredom, so try not to do it mid-conversation. if you do? she’ll guide your chin up with her hands with a muttered:

“are you even listening?” and all of her usual sass. if you want to scribble on her, expect to be told no. but perhaps at night, when she’s laying in bed and much softer.. she might humor you.

FEITAN

he thinks it’s stupid and eyes you dubiously as you draw away on your hands during a troupe meeting. his gaze just keeps drifting over to you as chrollo talks. when he gets the chance to speak to you, the first thing he does is tug your hands closer so he can at least see the thing that took up all your attention.

“silly scribbles. why do them?”

Chrollo Lucilfer

The moment you say it, like it's a throwaway confession in a game meant to get a rise, Chrollo stills. His glass never makes it to his lips. His gaze finds yours as if he were flipping to the most important page of a book he's read cover to cover. "Is that so?" he murmurs. He doesn't ask for details. He doesn't need them. Everyone else keeps laughing or gasping, but he's already decided that this is no longer a game.

When the others have gone, or rather, when he makes them leave, he closes the door behind him and approaches you slowly. "You gave that information freely," he says, fingertips brushing your chin as he tilts your face up. "If you give me permission to, I would like to reward that honesty." There's nothing rushed in the way he presses you back onto the couch. "Once," he murmurs, breath ghosting your skin, "will not be enough."

Illumi Zoldyck

The room goes silent after your confession, too silent. You glance over, only to find Illumi staring at you with that unblinking intensity of his. "No one?" he echoes, voice flat, as if he misheard. There's some quiet agitation that doesn't show clearly on his face. He doesn't laugh like the others, doesn't shrug it off. "That's... insufficient," he adds, almost to himself. "Unacceptable, if we were together." It's not jealousy. Just a simple statement that no one blinked at for the rest of the night.

When you're finally alone together, he wastes no time. His hands are clinical, yes, but precise, and with every slow, deliberate movement, it becomes clear he's not treating this like a simple hook up. It's a mission. A point of pride even. "I learn quickly," he murmurs, watching your reactions with eerie fascination, as though each moan is new intel he's memorizing. "And I don't fail." His pace never falters until you're trembling beneath him, breathless and wrecked, and only then does he lean close enough to whisper, "I think I rather would like it if you belonged to me. Do you agree?"

Feitan Porter

Feitan's eyes cut to you the second the words leave your mouth. He doesn't ask questions, doesn't even change expression, but you feel the shift in the air like the crackle before lightning hits. "Hn," he mutters eventually, almost to himself. "That's stupid." Then, with a scoff and a flick of his fingers, he stands and walks off like the conversation bored him. The others keep laughing, but you know he heard you properly.

Later, he doesn't knock. Just shuts the door behind him and says, "Get on the bed." There's no preface or flirtation, only a low, steady command as his eyes drag over you. "They had no idea what they were doing," he mutters as his mouth settles between your thighs. Feitan's not gentle, not in the slightest, but he's deliberate, efficient, and cruelly good at making you fall apart. He doesn't stop at one. He doesn't even pause. Not until your legs tremble and your voice breaks. Only after your third one does he pulls back, lips slick, and says coolly, "Now they're erased. Only me in your head now."

Phinks Magcub

Phinks damn near chokes on his drink when you say it. "You're kidding," he blurts, eyes wide as he stares at you like you just admitted you've never had a steak. When you shake your head, his expression shifts more to a slow-simmering anger. "Tch. Whoever they were, they oughta be embarrassed." He leans back, arms crossed, "You really let that slide?" he mutters, quieter now, as if he's trying to talk himself down from storming out to find your exes. For the rest of the game, his focus is shot. He barely even cracks a joke, too busy watching you from the corner of his eye.

The second you're alone, he's already pulling you in by the hips. "C'mere. I'm settin' the record straight," he says, serious in a way that makes your stomach flutter. Phinks is all strength and confidence, but he reins it in just enough to keep from overwhelming, just enough to savor every twitch of your body under his touch. He groans when your thighs tighten around him, gripping your waist like he can't get enough. "Thaaaat's it," he groans against you, "I better be the only one you think about when you fall apart from now on, no matter where we go from 'ere."

Nobunaga Hazama

Nobunaga freezes with his drink halfway to his mouth, eyebrows shooting up at your casual confession. "Wait, hold on--what?" His voice cuts through the chatter, and he sets the can down hard, eyes narrowing like you just challenged him to a duel. "You're tellin' me not a single asshole's managed to do right by you?" His tone is half disbelieving, half offended, "That's just a damn shame. Should be a crime." He doesn't let it go either, throwing a sideways glare at the rest of the group, then glances back at you with a quiet resolve. "Guess that means it's up to me."

He's not subtle about it later. There's nothing rushed or polished, just his mouth and hands against your skin. "You're gonna remember me by the end of this." he says, voice rough as he buries his face between your thighs. His grip on your legs is firm, keeping you steady as he pulls you open and pushes you over with unrelenting hunger. "I'm not stopping untiI I hear you lose it," he mutters. And when it finally happens, when your body arches and your voice cracks, he doesn't say I told you so. He just kisses you, smirking like he won.

Shalnark

Shalnark blinks once, then tilts his head with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Really? No one at all?" His voice stays light, playful even, but the way he watches you now is sharper than before. "That's surprising," he adds, setting down his phone without looking away. "But... good to know." The rest of the game carries on, but Shal's checked out, already preoccupied with a much more interesting scheme.

Later, he's all sweet words and wicked intentions. "Just wanna help," he coos, kissing his way down your neck, fingers brushing softly over your hips. But his eyes never stop watching yours, "Let me see where they went wrong," he whispers. He times your pleasure like he's syncing to a rhythm only he can hear, smiling wider the closer he gets. And when your body finally gives in, trembling around him, he hums like he's proud of himself. "There we go. That's the reaction I was aiming for."

Leorio Paradinight

Leorio nearly spits out his drink. "What?!" His voice cracks a little, loud enough to make everyone laugh, but the shock on his face is painfully genuine. "You can't just drop that in a party game!" he sputters, staring at you like you just said the sky was green. Then his brows furrow and he leans in closer, suddenly serious. "Wait--Are you joking?--You're not joking. Unbelievable." He doesn't tease after that, not wanting to make it weird. For the rest of the night you catch him glancing your way, lips pressed together in thought and getting pissed at the very idea of anyone failing you.

When he has you alone, there's a nervous energy in the way he touches you at first, wanting prove something without rushing it. "Just...tell me what feels good," he says, one hand curling under your thigh as he settles between them. But he doesn't wait for complete answers, he learns. Fast. He's messier than the others, groaning into you with every shaky breath you take, gripping your hips when your moans crack. "That's it, sweetheart, there you go," he murmurs, face flushed. "Let me be the first one to actually do this right."

Hisoka Morow

The moment you say it, Hisoka goes still. But his grin doesn't fade, it grows. "Mmm, what a delicious little secret," he purrs, tilting his head as if you've gifted him something far more valuable than a cheap thrill. "No one's ever made you cum?" he repeats, almost giddy. "That's tragic, honestly. But lucky me~💕" He doesn't care who's around. In fact, he seems to delight in the way your face heats under his gaze, eyes sweeping over you like he's already undressing you, "I do love a challenge."

When he finally has you alone, Hisoka drags you to the edge of the bed and kneels with theatrical flair, but what comes next is anything but performative. His mouth is relentless, messy, and maddeningly thorough, dragging every sound from you with perverse delight. "Don't hold back now," he murmurs licking his lips of your juices before moving his way up to the main event, fingers digging into your hips. "You're so sweet when you're honest, pumpkin~❤️ Give me more." When your back arches and you sob his name, he groans like won the grand prize, "Ahh, see? All it took was someone worthy of you." He hums, "And I'm. Not. Done. Proving it."