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Pomni stands in front of a door with a wide smile plastered on top. There's usually a wide pair of eyes to match, but somehow, at some point after Zooble abstracted, the pupils inside shrunk into slivers of what they once were.
The person beyond this door is breaking, and Pomni has had enough of it.
She inserts the key inside the lock. Gangle gave it to her with a forlorn gaze, refusing to take off her manic mask all the while. They're all breaking, and nothing will change if they keep pretending they can go on like this.
Something has to change. Someone has to snap out of denial.
The door twists open. Pomni steps inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
"About time you showed up." A lilting voice calls from the shadows in the corner of the room, reclining on a bed. "I'm already slipped into something comfortable. Why don't you come over here and have a look~?"
Pomni squints, but she can't make out a thing. That seems to go both ways. She bites her lower lip, feels up the wall, and turns on the light.
Their eyes meet. Jax's grin stays plastered on her face, tilting her head to the side.
"Aww, did Gangle get cold strings? That's too bad."
Her pupils are so small that they cut through Pomni, pure hatred embedded in their blades.
"Cut the shit." Pomni steps forward. "You're not doing this just to hurt her. You're just using this as an excuse to dress like a girl."
"Oh, because you know me so well." Jax rolls her eyes and flips her hand. She then glares, her smile stretching uncomfortably wide. "And, uh. Why're you she/her-ing me in your head?"
"You know why." Pomni approaches the bed and folds her arms over her chest. "I'm here to talk to you. Girl-to-girl."
"Girl-to—" Jax can't finish repeating that without bursting into laughter. "Whew-boy! You're kidding, right? I mean, what a joke! I'm just being a little GNC femboy, and you're saying that makes me a girl? Not very progressive of you, Pompom~"
She's sitting upright with her ears standing tall, eyes constantly shifting. Pomni jumps onto the bed and shoves her down, Jax's head landing on the pillow.
"If you're not a girl, why're you doing the voice?" Pomni inquires.
"T-The voice?" Ironically, Jax's voice jumps up another octave. "That's ridiculous! I-I'm just playing up a character. If you fell for it, it's just because your female brain is too small and frail to get a joke!"
"Okay." Pomni doesn't exactly dignify that with a response. "So I'm dumb because you're being desperate for someone to reach out to you. You want validation. You want everyone to treat you like they treated Zooble."
"...Don't say their name like that, are you craaazy? Bringing up the name of an abstracted friend just to get one over on me?" Those thin pupils make her stomach sick. The expression on her face, though... She's getting somewhere, isn't she? "Who's to say all of that acceptance isn't what made her snap?"
"It's not." Pomni grabs one of Jax's ears, tugging at it gently. "You and I both know it's not. Maybe they went insane because you couldn't stop being such a hypocritical freak who hated seeing two of her friends being happy together."
"...You saying I did it?" She raises an eyebrow. "Ha! The nerve of you."
It's funny. She defends herself, but only barely. She doesn't have anything to say. She doesn't have anywhere to go, either. She puts her knees between Jax's own, and almost smiles when she hears her gasp.
"You didn't dress more comfortably at all." Pomni closes her eyes, squeezing the ear between her fingers. Harder and harder. "Why are you still wearing that fucking dress, huh?!"
"Because it's funny! Everything I do is because it's funny. It's funny that Gangle thought she could fix herself by fixing someone else, and it's funny that Zooble lost his fucking mind! It's his problem that he felt like he didn't deserve to be happy, not mine."
"Do you know how to do anything else but project?" This conversation is giving her a migraine. She forces her knee up against Jax's safety shorts, feeling an immediate warmth against her skin. "You want to be accepted so badly that you can't take off this stupid dress, and you want to be loved so badly that you want to be fucked by another girl! But not the girl you actually like, that'd be too much, and then you'd be the one going crazy. It'd just feel too gay for you."
"You think I like you?!" Jax laughs in her face, hands pressing up against Pomni's chest. She pushes, but never hard enough to stop Pomni from pressing forward. "HAH!! You're hilarious. You really were coming onto me, weren't you?! That's just what everyone wants, a straight couple to root for! The will-they-won't-they is part of the suspense, so why don't you scram before you take things too far?"
She won't stop insisting that they're straight. Time to go for her throat.
Jax is keeping her legs spread out as much as possible while kicking with her feet. Naturally, it only makes the pinpoint pressure on her groin all the more potent in her desperate bid to push Pomni away. Not to mention, her eyes dilate slightly with every stroke of Pomni's thumb on her ear.
The only way she'll admit to liking any of this is if the proof presents itself.
Pomni slots a hand underneath Jax's back and grabs onto her tail in her fist.
"What are you doing?" Jax's voice, still high and flighty, giggles out an airy breath of panic.
"This isn't even attached to your body." Pomni deduces. She pulls it back, feeling the fabric of Jax's safety shorts cling to the tufts. "No wonder you're trying to cover up around everyone. Don't want anyone to know what's under here, do you?"
"Y-You...!!"
Jax switches up strategies and grabs Pomni by the throat, her tiny pupils shaking. Her grin warbles, her grasp not nearly strong enough to suck out the breath from Pomni's digital lungs.
"Let go of me right now, you fucking dyke."
Pomni bares her teeth, sharp and pointy as she digs her fingers into Jax's tail.
"You'd never forgive me if I did."
In one swift motion, Pomni tears the safety shorts right off of Jax's thighs, revealing the swollen and soaked pussy lying underneath the fabric.
"...Huh."
She wasn't expecting this. But... She should have, honestly. The circus is a mystery. She barely expected to get this far, let alone figure out that their very existence itself is fucking with Jax on a fundamental level.
She would've been just fine enough if she didn't have a pussy between her legs. It's the fact that she does, going against every single one of her obnoxious little words, that makes her feel like she's going to die. Since when did she get aroused this easily...
I blame Jax. And she'll keep blaming Jax. For all of this, really. It's nobody's fault except her own.
"What... What the fuck happened to my body?" Her eyes are cartoonishly wide, worse than usual. The look on her face... She's so confused that she can't even calm down enough to enjoy it. With every breath she struggles to take, her pupils shake, uneasy scribbles in a sea of yellow. "What the fuck did you do to my body?"
"Oh, no. Don't you dare try blaming something like this on me." Her throat hurts, but she could take another punch. Hell, if Jax wasn't so insisted on lying back and taking it, she'd have already started a fight. "You want me to take you seriously? Fight back, stop doing that fucking voice. Push me off of you and try!"
But she won't. She won't and she fucking knows it, and that terrifies her. Pomni almost wants to comfort the girl beneath her until she remembers why she's here in the first place.
"You called me a dyke." She takes a gloved finger and slowly spreads her labia with it, soaking through the fabric. The mere sensation makes her shiver. "If you do it again, I won't even get mad. The implications should shut you right up if being considered a girl really bothers you."
"W-What're you saying?" Jax takes on a more serious tone in that same voice, releasing Pomni's throat and nursing her own head instead. "Are you calling me a lesbian? You'd love that, wouldn't you?!"
Pomni pulls back her hand, sinking her teeth into her own glove. She pulls it off, revealing the small digits underneath. She watches as Jax's face contorts, smile twisting into a frown, back into a smile, a wave of emotions that can't decide on which should front.
She sinks a finger inside of Jax's quivering pussy. Jax's teeth straighten out, a wide grimace with pin-point pupils to match.
The walls around Pomni's finger tighten reflexively, then relax. She pulls her digit back out, then thrusts it in again.
"Y-Y-You're..." Jax breathes loud and hard. Her smile slowly fades back on, pupils returning to their regular length while remaining little slivers of insecurity. "Ha... HAHAHA!!!"
She bursts into laughter as she's being fucked, a hand grabbing onto Pomni's jester cap. She tugs and squeezes her legs tight, attempting to push Pomni's head away. Doing both at the same time gets her nowhere. Her usual strength is getting her nowhere when she's enjoying herself.
"You dirty lesbo—Mmnghh!!" Jax chews on her lower lip. "You can't tell me this isn't you're doing. You got soooo turned on at the sight of me in a dress that you decided I should have a body to match, right? Too bad you didn't take into account for the rest of me. No slimmer shoulders, no busty chest, just a quick and lazy hole job. You're so bad at this~"
"I didn't do shit." Pomni insists, thrusting her finger in a little harder. Jax whines and rolls her head back. "I was going to play with whatever came down here. You did this to yourself, just like how you dressed today. I didn't even vote for this when you first tried it on."
"Y-Yeah, but... You sure seem to like it." Jax tugs at Pomni's jester hat again, this time intending to pull it off her head. "If you really had a crossdressing fetish, you'd be too grossed out to touch me down there. You're just a fruity little dyke~"
"So what if I am?" Pomni slips in a second finger, her other hand shifting Jax's skirt over her stomach. "You're the one with the problem. I'm just here fucking the cutest girl in the whooooole circus."
She thought her cheeks couldn't get any redder, yet here she is, writhing with a blush on her face from being called cute.
Even her pussy is tightening around her fingers. If it makes her a horrible person for going through with this, then so be it. Why should Pomni feel any guilt when Jax is finally admitting her girlhood? Bigotry be damned, she was right, and she was right about Jax wanting her badly enough to ignore her outright. Pomni has to act like her eyes weren't begging for this in the brief moment they met earlier.
"Y-You're awful. What kind of dyke settles for this...? You're not even good at being a lesbian!" Jax hisses her words, her thighs clamping down around Pomni's wrist. "Nnngh... You're so delusional..."
"Not me, just you." Pomni doesn't fight what little she manages. When Jax removes her hat and tosses it aside, her fingers flow through her hair, tugging on whatever strand she can reach in this position. "You can't physically stand the idea of being a girl, let alone a lesbian, so you just... pretend that you're not. Pretend like you're not a girl being fucked by a girl right now."
"A-And it's the least romantic thing I've ever experienced in my life..." Jax feigns disappointment, biting her bottom lip. "You didn't even take me to dinner first."
Pomni lowers herself a little, feeling Jax's breath on her face. The tugging doesn't quite hurt like it should. Jax will call her disgusting for being a lesbian, but she wouldn't dare mock her for being a masochist—she's just too fun to hurt.
"I could kiss you." Pomni slows down her thrusts, their foreheads pressing together. "Or... I could eat you out first and make you taste yourself on your lips. Do you know how gay that would be? Really, really gay."
Their breaths are intermingling, hitting each other's lips and mixing with the heat from their cheeks. Jax's eyes twitch uncontrollably, as if she could cry at any moment.
"Freak." Jax growls in retaliation even as she stays still. "You wanna suck my dick that bad? I won't stop you. Go on, dyke. Make yourself fucking useful to me."
She's not resisting anymore so much as she's pushing forth the gay angle as hard as possible. Like it's the only thing she has left to fight Pomni with.
Equipped with a different body part than she's used to, it must be hard to pretend like she isn't, in some way, already accepting the truth about herself. At least for now. So long as Pomni remains inside of her, it's hard to deny what she feels physically, anyway.
Pomni lowers herself, her free hand grabbing a tuft of Jax's belly fur. She presses her mouth up against Jax's vulva, kissing it first before sticking out her tongue.
"A-Aghnnh~...!!!"
Jax covers her mouth mid-moan with her hand. Pomni maintains eye contact with her all the while, wrapping her lips around Jax's clit and sucking on it.
"Fuck you..."
Jax whimpers out behind her palm, eyes finally squeezing shut.
"Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou...!!"
Pomni's tongue strokes rapidly across Jax's clit. A panting dog, given somewhere to put the muscle to use. Her fingers all the while continue to thrust inside, knuckles curling to the shape of her walls.
"I hate you." Jax lowers her palm only to bite on her own thumb. "I hate you, you freakish little dyke—fucking bitch. I'll fucking kill you—you're dead, do you hear me? You're dead...!!"
Her pussy is absolutely overflowing with liquid, and her walls are restricting. Pomni plants her mouth down, tongue laps turning into small, rapid flicks across Jax's swollen clit. She's cumming, and it's all Pomni's fault.
She hates this more than anything. She hates this so much that she allowed herself to get lost in it, cumming around her fingers, silently begging for another lick from her tongue. As upset as Pomni is, she isn't giving up yet. She can't. She'll never forgive herself if she gives up right when Jax is right on the precipice of accepting the truth she finds so ugly that she won't even look into Pomni's eyes, lest she see her own reflection staring back at her.
"...You're even berating me with that voice." Pomni pulls herself up, hair messy, body sweating. She isn't used to going this long without being touched back, so why doesn't it bother her? "I like it. You must like it too."
Jax swallows so hard that she can hear it. She clenches her teeth.
"How long until you admit that you've always wanted to do this with me...?" Pomni tilts her head, pulling her fingers out. Slowly, she circles the rabbit's clit, refusing to give her even an ounce of relief. "You know. If you're so addicted to breaking the fourth wall, how do you explain the queerbaiting? Straight couples don't usually have that going for them."
"Ohhhhh my god," she hisses, a horribly beautiful smile on her face. "You're insufferable...!!"
"...And you like that about me." Pomni, for the first time in a while smiles back. "Are you really not going to try fucking me while you're wearing a maid's dress? You might discover something about yourself."
She doesn't have something to ram into her, fine. Pomni knows that Jax knows there's more to life than penetration. How easily she could pin her down, show her desire, and take control—and how easily Pomni would make her melt.
"...Come on. I'll call you a good girl if you make me feel really good, or... really bad, I guess." She caresses her cheek, removing her hand entirely. As long as she speaks, she has a chance at being choked again, and she wants it. If Jax has her hands on her, she's doing something right.
Jax's face is caught in a grimace, the pink spreading across her nose and over her cheeks speaking more to her desire than she'd like to let on.
Then, all at once, the mask comes back to life, slit eyes and all.
Jax flips them over, both hands around Pomni's neck, squeezing. Somehow, in spite of her strength, there's a delicate nature to the way she's choking Pomni out. Just enough to breathe, just enough to hurt.
"You just think you're so helpful." Jax hisses out a laugh. "Little miss goody two shoes with all the best intentions. Let's see how selfish you really are, then!"
White gloved hands move with deliberate and efficient motions at 200% speed. Pomni's clothes come off, folded up, then put in the dresser before she has a moment to process that she's suddenly naked. Her body underneath Jax, her leg already pushed up against her flat chest.
"God, you're ugly." Jax giggles mercilessly as she strokes a gloved digit over Pomni's pussy. She pulls it back up and inspects the residue with her thumb. "Desperate, too. Surprised you didn't go for Ragatha, honestly. You're the type of freak who likes a fight, aren't you? I'll give you a fucking fight."
Her hips slot against Pomni's in an instant. Their clits collide, rubbing together before pulling apart and thrusting back together again. Jax has taken control, and she's not about to give it back.
"Come on, lesbo loser! Give me a fight!! I wanna see how many times you cum just from feeling another pussy touch yours."
It's hardly just touching if they're rolling against each other like this. Fuck. Pomni can't move a muscle as Jax bends over, grabbing her throat again while still maintaining a rhythm. Her long and lanky body really benefits in this position, especially when Pomni is so short and malleable herself.
"W-We're a perfect—hah—match..." Pomni lovingly claws at the fur on Jax's wrist, the smile on her face growing with each second she's being choked. "This is exactly what I wanted with you... girl-on-girl time...~"
"...Girl-on-girl time." Jax repeats her sardonically, unable to keep the forced smile on her face for much longer. "When the hell are you going to drop this? When are you going to get tired of pretending I'm the woman of your dreams?!"
"...Why would I get tired of..." Pomni's toes curl, her entire body feeling like it's on fire. "Nngh... This..."
"Not this. You're never going to get sick of this feeling, even if it's me who's making you feel this way." Her multicolored face must be miserable for Jax to look at, a dumb smile plastered on it. She won't stop choking her all the same. "How big of a dyke are you, really? You think this pussy makes me girl enough for you?"
"...Y-You could be pounding me with your cock, and you'd still be girl enough for me." Pomni closes her eyes. Her vision is going blurry. "Jaaax..."
She sounds wrecked when she speaks again. "I don't understand you at all. Give. Up." She fucks her harder in between every word she speaks. Her body is so perfectly skinny for this, like she was built for the sole reason of fucking Pomni stupid. Or something like that. It's getting harder to have thoughts that aren't related directly to how good it feels to have Jax fucking her, how badly she's wanted this—how badly Jax has wanted this in return.
"...If you're just, going to keep fucking me until you admit you're a lesbian..." Pomni gasps for air. "That's... actually fine... It's... awesome, actually... Don't you want to keep fucking me forever...?"
On some level, she must. Jax hasn't slowed down or stopped in the slightest. In fact, her humping has only gotten more erratic. Desperate, her eyes closing from the intensity of her fuck.
She rolls their hips together, clits mashing together in a sloppy kiss. Their first kiss, in a way, given that their mouths haven't connected like that yet. Thinking about it that way, Pomni can't help but find it romantic. Jax has been driven to such a point of desperation over her feelings that their tongues aren't enough.
They needed to lock vulvas instead. Now they have, and it doesn't feel like they'll part anytime soon. Not even as their pussies convulse and writhe against one another, orgasms hitting both girls in the same breath.
"Fuck!" Jax rolls her head back, letting go of Pomni's throat. She drags rips her glove off with her teeth, grabbing it by the cuff. "I hate this. I hate you. I shouldn't be getting off to any of this...!"
Jax's mask has come back to play, but it's avoiding eye contact with Pomni entirely. She reaches through the heart-shaped window over her chest and begins fondling herself, thumb rolling across a nipple as she bites her lip. Her hips ride out her high across Pomni's vulva. A burning sensation is coursing through them both. They really can't stop.
"What's the matter?" Pomni eggs her on. "I thought you said you wanted to see how many times you could make me cum just from this? We're just getting started..."
"Mnghh...!!"
Jax drags a heavy hump across Pomni's vulva, finally meeting the jester's eyes again. Those slits of hers are burning.
"God, you're insatiable." Jax cackles, ignoring that her own stamina is keeping pace with Pomni's just as well. "You're just gonna keep cumming and cumming until we both abstract. I won't even have peace from you then! We'll just—keep—doing—this—every—day—of—our—lives!!"
Jax punctuates her frustrations with hard slams of their hips together. Pomni starts to see white and grabs at her own chest, digging nails into her marshmallowy flesh. She could cum from Jax being gentle, she could cum from Jax being rough. It doesn't matter what Jax is fucking her with so long as they don't stop.
"L-Let's make it a date, then...!" Pomni reaches up, itching to grab a hold of Jax's throat. "Just like this, forever...!"
Is this heaven, or is this hell? Pomni can't tell at this point. All she knows is that they're both too stubborn for their own goods. Somehow, though, they wouldn't be getting anywhere without each other. Progress is still progress, just like lesbian sex is still lesbian sex. If Jax wants to call her a slur about it, that includes her, too. Maybe chasing this neverending high will get that through her thick skull.
"...You're such... a pretty girl." Pomni sighs, lovingly wrapping a hand around Jax's neck. She doesn't pull back enough before it happens. "I like hearing your voice, but... Just let me talk this time."
"Y-You—" Jax chokes out his words. He's not as quick to bite as she is, but she ought to be wary. "Nngh...!!!!"
"You're just... so pretty... You look so good when you're feeling confident, too." Pomni speaks through her orgasm, a high she's still riding as their bodies stay stuck together like glue. "And I hate that I have to shut you up when you're using such a pretty voice."
"S-Shut... up..."
"Did you know I've only ever been with girls before you?" Pomni blinks, slowly, like a cat trusting it's owner. Her hips move from beneath her, and their bodies quiver in sync. "I've never, ever been with a guy... And I'm not with a guy now... I'm just getting railed by a lesbian who hates herself."
She finally lets go. The motion of their bodies grow still for another moment before the kindness is returned. Instead of grabbing her throat, though, she leans down, her teeth sharp, and takes a bite out of the side of her neck.
"J-Jaaax...!!!!!!"
"You don't know what you want from me." She practically growls. Pomni can't see her expression, can only feel her burning gaze. "I'll never be the girl you want. You think affirming my gender's gonna get you a softer version of me? I'll make you bleed."
"...Okay." Pomni finds the energy to shrug. Those teeth have left a horrible mark on her. "Bring it on... And really make it hurt this time. Show me how sadistic of a girl you really are."
The sad thing about having a digital body is that things like hunger, breathing, and sleeping are all non-existent troubles. No matter how much they replicate those struggles in an attempt to keep a routine, the suffering that made those routines in the first place is gone.
There's one thing they can feel, though. Pain, and with the ability to conjure, they can make a lot, a lot of pain.
"HRRRNGHRUFFF!!"
Jax rips away with a chunk of Pomni's shoulder and a bit of throat in her mouth. The next millisecond, the room is painted in red.
Pomni's blood spills out in an unending gushing fountain that reaches the ceiling. Spraying everywhere, coating the backs of turned over pictures on the wall.
With no needs comes no loss. The blood just keeps coming.
"Ha... AhahahaHAHAHAHAHA~!!!"
Jax opens her teeth and swallows the piece of flesh, leaning back to bask in the shiny red liquid as it coats every part of her.
"You are such a masochist..."
Like a raging storm calming down into a pleasant drizzle, Jax's wrath subsides with the refreshing taste of blood on her tongue. She rolls her hips against Pomni's, resuming a slow and steady rhythm. Her hand sneaks under her dress again through the heart window, followed by her other hand following suit from beneath her skirt.
"I can't believe you'd really bleed for me like this. Such an ugly, disgusting little freak... I hate you so much."
Her voice doesn't match her words at all. She almost sounds kind and gentle, her sharp pupils twisting into hearts. She can't stop staring at Pomni while she grinds against the now voiceless jester, unable to say a damn thing with part of her throat in Jax's stomach.
It's violent, it's beautiful, and it's proof of who she is—a monster in the form of a woman who used to be seen as a man. No matter how she decides to carry herself from now on, she'll remember this moment, and Pomni will, too. They're just two girls who understand each other enough to indulge in even the harshest things their simulated reality can create. Pomni's only regret is leaving Jax without a single wound.
"...I hate how you see me, I hate the way you call me your good girl. Am I being good to you, Pomni?" With blood on her teeth, she curls them into a wicked smile, leaning down to lap at the mess she created herself. Pomni uses her little strength to raise her hips against Jax's own, pushing their bodies together—a show of desire in even this crushing moment. "Ha... Hahaha. Fuck. You make me want to kill myself, but you're just... so fucking fun to use. You really are the worst thing that's ever happened to me..."
How her eyes can stay so lovey when she speaks of her pure disgust, Pomni doesn't know, but she doesn't have to. Despite everything, she smiles, the taste of her own blood on her tongue. What she didn't expect was the sudden glitchiness to accompany the injury. The alteration of her very code sends a surge of pleasure down her spine to such a degree that she wonders if Jax will fuck her open with a knife the next time they spend some time alone.
"I think I love you," Jax smiles, her eyes sparkling with tears, her heart pupils so very small. "And the fact that I do? It makes me hate myself even more... You're just so perfect that it makes me sick."
Her glitching is getting worse. She doesn't think Jax notices. Too frantic, too hungry, she focuses on the taste of her gushing blood.
"You like me when I'm some sick gender confused freak! You pity me when I push you away, you... You'll do anything just to remind me that I'm human." Her face is red, red, red. Blush and blood. A beautiful thing. "But I'm not fucking human. None of this is real. You're the living fucking nightmare that won't get out of my head!"
Jax grabs onto her ears and tugs as hard as she can. Bending forward, the skin around her face growing loose. This much blood would make anyone irritated, but it must be so much worse for Jax. She looks like she'd rather peel than be stuck inside her own mind.
With her face close enough, Pomni pushes through the pain and pushes her palm against Jax's mouth. Her lack lips leave the smooth plastic texture underneath hardened in a state of arrest. Pomni can touch them all she wants, they lack the ability to bite her further.
Come here.
She bids Jax with her eyes, dragging her further down. Both arms slip inside the cavity of Jax's skin as it pools around her face. She brings her hands around to the back of her skull, caught underneath the texture of her outside.
When Jax lets go of her ears, her skin tightens back up, trapping Pomni's arms in place underneath.
Her head to Pomni's chest, and Pomni in no position to move. Blood continues to spill, flooding the room an inch at a time. Jax can't speak with arms in her mouth, and Pomni can't talk without a throat. Despite it all, this is the closest Pomni can get to saying it.
I love you too, Jax.
As a girl, as a friend. As a lover, or just pretend. Bound by a kiss of their lower halves. So close, yet so far from sharing the real thing with their lips.
The blood keeps growing higher. Surely some of it is leaking out into the hallway through the door. The glitching continues, trailing through Pomni's fingers and into Jax's spine.
If this is how it happens, then so be it. They're together, living as honestly as they'll abstract. Pomni has no regrets. Jax certainly has a few, but Pomni will always be there to help relieve them.
I love you, I love you, I love you...
I love you, too.