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    "text": "wip wednesday from i'll be a man of you, or mood whiplash with hapi and didi",
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          "alt": "He has to say it before he passes out from overheating. This is one of the safest places to tell a secret in the keep outside of his office. “I have something to tell you. Everyone else found out when Sylvain was almost poisoned.” Hapi watches him, but doesn’t say anything. Dimitri sucks in a breath. “We aren’t courting. Sylvain and I. We made it up.” Hapi blinks, but keeps watching him. Her auburn lashes flutter against her cheek. There’s a droplet of sweat on her temple. “He invented it at the coronation ball, and then we decided to just let the rumors happen. Like we made it public after we’d been seeing each other in secret for a while. And we’re still maintaining the sham, though I tried to end it when…when he was almost killed.” \n\nHapi blinks again, and leans back against the towel she draped over the back of the bench. “Hmm,” she said. \n\nDimitri swallows. “What?” \n\n“Yuri-bird was surprised when I told him. It was odd. Yuri-bird’s never surprised.” She looks at him through half-lidded eyes. “But he believed it.” \n\nDimitri laughs weakly, and then gets up, picking up his towel. He’s nauseous for reasons unrelated to the sauna, but his shift is already soaked through with sweat. “ I think it’s time for a plunge for me,” he says. \n\nHapi frowns. “What aren’t you telling me?” she says, and Dimitri flees the sauna. “Didi!” She hollers after him, and comes barrelling out of the door, nearly tackling him into the plunge pool, towels and all. They surface, both sputtering, and Hapi grabs the collar of Dimitri’s shift, looking him in the face. \n\n“Oh,” she says. \n",
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          "alt": "Dimitri laughs weakly. “You’ve always been able to see right through me.” \n\nHapi bites her lip. “You just--you made this face. I’d seen it before. With your mom.” Dimitri freezes. “When she talked about your dad. She’d say, I have to be back for dinner with Lambert and Dimitri, and her face would--would soften, just like yours did.” \n\nDimitri scrubs a hand over his face and shoves his hair off his forehead. He swallows again. \n\n“I know she…I know what she did,” Hapi says. “But there was a while--she really loved you, and your dad.”\n\nHe remembers the first few years--his stepmother’s hands, gently combing wet hair as she hummed behind him. Her little smiles. She was sad when she sewed, but sometimes she gave him the things she embroidered. A pillowcase. A belt pouch. A handkerchief. He nods. \n",
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          "alt": "Hapi treads water. “You love Red for real,” she says. \n\nDimitri nods slowly. \n\nHapi doggypaddles over to the steps and sits on them, resting her elbows on her knees. She twirls a strand of wet hair around her finger. “I don’t know Red very well,” she says. “And he’s a slut.”\n\nDimitri snorts. \n\n“But he hasn’t been screwing around, since he’s been with you,” she says. “That’s why I thought it was real, at least for him. But if you weren’t actually dating and he still wasn’t hitting on everything that moves…” She examines Dimitri. “I think you have a chance,” she announces. ",
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