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Where Galen lives is in stark contrast to Kagami's place. Barely a step up from Bubblefabs, it's a grouping of efficiency apartments that are like stacked self-contained pods that line long hallways. As soon as Ry appears, Galen's ONI must be notified, because the door is sliding open in short order to reveal a long mostly white and plastic room that's barely wider than Galen's arm span. There is a kitchen area off to one side, a bed that's nothing more than a nook inset into the far wall and a shower/toilet combo that is a closet stall. The rest is made up of cabinets and panels that serve multiple purposes, like the fold out shelf that is a desk and table when need be, two chairs that can be folded up and stored out of the way being the only place to sit.
Galen looks rumpled, like he's just gotten in from a long evening out, half stripped out of his partywear that leaves black pleather pants unbuttoned at the waist and a white shirt hanging open on his shoulders. A drag of his hand through rumpled hair, and he's greeting Kagami with a, "What."
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Kagami=Body Vs Galen=Body+Melee
< Kagami: Failure () Galen: Success ()
< Net Result: Galen wins - Marginal Victory
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The tech is drunk off his ass. He is angry too…for some reason. When he's let in, he storms to Galen's place and the moment he hears 'What' the lanky man turns and rawrs, "Fuggity er face, bich." as he punches towards Galen, an easy block for the trained fighter. Kagami is wearing skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a black comfortable zip hoodie. His hair is ruffled and his eyes are glassy.
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Galen=brawling Vs Kagami=body
< Galen: Good Success () Kagami: Success ()
< Net Result: Galen wins - Marginal Victory
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The sloppy punch is, well, a surprise. But thankfully it's easy enough for the (unfortunately) sober Galen to bob and weave away from coming up from low to jab a hand against Kagami's throat and try and catch him just beneath the jaw with a vee between forefinger and thumb. Lifting him an inch or so up on his toes, Galen mutters darkly, "Easy there, Sparky. Who put the bee in your bonnet?"
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Kagami feels the hand lift him up and his very drunk eyes lock onto Galen's and he pulls his foot back and hits it right into that beautiful spot just a few inches below the knee right on the shin bone. He says something angrily in Japanese as his free hand pushes against Galen's face.
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"Son of a…" Galen hisses, immediately dropping Kagami without care as to how he might land in his state. "You gonna slur at me what this is about, or you just going to keep taking swings until I have to pound you into my downstairs neighbor's apartment?" His shoulders bow up, preparing for the latter.
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Kagami smells of alcohol. He pushes himself up and rushes Galen. His shoulders down and it looks much like a rugby rush. His arms open and his legs pushing him along. He wants to fight apparently.
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Fine. Fight it is. Galen steps aside from the bumrush, reaching aside to help Kagami along his trajectory with a hand at the scruff of his neck and one going to waistband of his pants so he can half shove him, half fling him towards the end of the room where the bed nook is. "You need to sober up, Ry."
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He stumbles towards the bed nook face plants into the bed. He lifts himself ass first and turns around to glare at Galen. He glances around for something to throw but decides on removing his shoe and throwing it as hard as possible at one of the Galen's. The other shoe gets pulled off and thrown at the other. "Fug you!"
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Galen half turns to present his shoulder as it gets pummeled by a shoe, quickly followed by another that clips his ribs. "Let me know when you're done." Galen says simple, not retaliating for the moment as he hopes the younger appearing man will just burn through his ire and tire himself out.
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The hoodie gets thrown next but it doesn't even make it to Galen so his shirt is removed and he spins it like one would spin a wet towel and he shuffles close to Galen and whips at him. The sounds snaps in the air but it doesn't hit anywhere near the other man but it sounds like it would have hurt. "So mad!"
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Now he's just getting a strip show, but as the shirt gets whipped at him, Galen reaches out to try and snag the end of the garment right after it cracks, hoping either to yank it free of Kagami's grasp or draw him closer. "What the fuck did I do?" Galen has no problem smugly taking credit for things, but he'd at least like to know what it is he's owning.
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He'd notice that Kagami has put on a little weight. He's been listening to Galen. He growls and gets pulled closer. He stumbles and lands against the fighter. He snarls up at him and just glares. Like a territorial cat. "So many." He …tries to clarify but he just knows he's mad and Galen is now who he is mad at.
* * *
A wide palm just pets the back of Kagami's head like a cat cradled to his chest in an almost patronizing way. "Uh-huh." Galen rumbles so deeply with a bit of a laugh that his chest vibrates. That petting hand suddenly tightens in the other man's hair, giving a bit of a sharp yank. "Wanna play a game?"
* * *
The tech feels the hand in his hair and that makes his eyes flutter a little but it's the grip that makes him moan. He nods his head slowly and stares up at Galen. He presses his body against Galen's and digs his nails into the flesh on Galen's ribs.
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"Mmhmm. I thought you might." Galen says lowly, starting to walk the tech back with a press of his hips to direct Kagami, changing his trajectory to one of his folding chairs. "Sit down, like a good boy." This time when he shoves, it's lighter. More playful.
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Kag is easy to move as his legs already feel like jelly. He keeps his bright blue eyes on Galen, the irises start blinking for a few seconds, glowing and then stopping before they stop all together. He collapses back into the chair and he growls up at Galen. He lifts his leg up and puts his foot against the fighter's hip, pushing lightly.
* * *
Galen grins wickedly as he's nudged by Kagami's foot, reaching down to capture the ankle and give it a little tug so as he steps forward and leans down he can wrap the leg around him. One hand is braced behind Ry's head on the cabinets while the other one opens a drawer and starts rooting around, all while bringing his face dangerously close to Kagami's.
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Muscles flex as Galen wraps Kag's leg around him. He lifts his eyes again and when he feels Galen get that close to him, he growls as he leans forward and bites the other man's chin, probably a little harder than he intended too. His hips roll to help get his other leg up and wrapped around the fighter.
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<FS3> Opposed Roll — Galen=brawling Vs Kagami=body
< Galen: Success () Kagami: Failure ()
< Net Result: Galen wins - Marginal Victory
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"So eager." Galen coos, giving a pleased hiss of breath as teeth nip sharply at his shin. Whatever he pulls out from the drawer remains unseen for the moment, as he rests his elbows into the meat of Kag's shoulders with his full weight, pinning him and making it sure stings a little when he does. Then suddenly there is the unmistakable sound of tape being pulled from a roll, a long strip that's quickly being wound around Kagami's torso and arms. "Stay still. Remember. The safe word is: quicksand."
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Kagami feels the man's elbows in his shoulders and he hisses happily, enjoying it. Though confusion comes to his expression when he hears something. The tech is suddenly happy that he doesn't have a lot of hair on his arms and none on his chest. He doesn't move as he is instructed too. He nods to the safe word and bites his bottom lip, even keeping his legs around Galen.
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The tape gets wound and wound and wound around Kagami and the chair as one. Though it sticks tightly to itself, it'll blissfully not going to leave much of a mark on the skin. Blissfully, because Galen is using as much of the roll as needed to secure Kagami to the chair at the torso with his arms pinned at the side before he goes so far as to do a few loops over his lap and underneath the seat of the chair. "There we go." Galen steps back to survey his handiwork.
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The tech gets taped up easily and he gets more and more confused. Then his legs are taped and he looks up to Galen who backs away. Those wide blue eyes staring at him in their drunken haze. "Wha?" He wiggles in the tape and grumbles. "Wha?" He asks again.
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"You come to my house, drunk off your ass, attack me and you don't even know why." Galen just narrates as he moves again, reaching for the back of the chair and starting to drag it with a squeak of the legs against the white polished floor towards the door the separates the living quarters from the bathroom that's basically a wet room. Depositing Kagami in the stall, he reaches over and cranks on the water so it starts pelting them both with the luke warm stream. "Sober up, kid. I'm going to bed."
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Kagami starts jerking hard against the tape and then the water turns on and he gasps. For his flushed skin that is cool water. He cries out and bows his head. "Angry!" He growls out at Galen as he starts to really jerk against the tape. "Why…" He goes to explain but a shiver runs over his body. He remembers not to apologize so he tries to explain again but his teeth start chattering.
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The chattering teeth at least brings an ounce of sympathy from Galen, but it's just enough to turn up the temperature on the water. In a building like this, it'll take hours for it to run out. "Angry, yeah, I got it." He steps out of the stall but leaves the door open, shaking off droplets of water from his hands before he reaches for a towel on a peg and mops off his face and pulls the wet shirt from his arms. "If you have to hurl, try not to aspirate."
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Kagami turns his eyes to Galen. "Angry at me…" He is still chilled. "I forgive…tooo easily." He jerks the chair trying to turn it and it hits against the wall. "Wanna not feel. So stupid." He jerks again and the chair tips into the corner. "Please…" He begs the other man.
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"Well now you just did that to yourself." Galen comments, with a dispassionate glance over at Kagami tipped over. "At least you made it less likely you'll choke on your own puke." He thumbs open the remaining buttons on his pants and shoves them off his hips, doing a little leg shaking dance until they fling across the room, leaving him in just a pair of jockey shorts that he's intent on climbing into bed in. "You wanna hurt, just think about how sore your muscles are going to be in the morning. Because I'm not at your disposal. You can't just use me when it suits your purpose."
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He watches the pants come off and fly across the room and then he's back to staring at the man best he can. "I'm sorry." He tears up as he continues to struggle. "I needed you to…" He shakes his head. "I knew you could…" He can't finish as he struggles harder. "I'm sorry please…" He shivers under the water. His skinny jeans just clinging to his legs and now he's also uncomfortable.
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"Look." Galen says as he pulls out a little silver cylinder, packing it into dish of purple powder that he then puts to his lips and lights like a cigarette, "You came to me for pain. I'm delivering. And now at least you'll have something more productive to focus your hatred on. You can thank me in the morning." He says, exhaling smoke that comes out in little puffed out rings.
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He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he turns his head and bows it over his shoulder. The position he's in, he'll be lucky to walk the next day. He just lets the tears fall as he slumps there letting the water hit him. Galen is giving pain and it's unlikely Kag is going to sleep tonight.
* * *
True to his word, Galen takes a few hits off the cylinder and crawls into bed, tugging the blanket over his shoulders and cramming the pillow on top of his head to drown out the sound of the running water and any noise Kagami might wake in there. Blissfully it's only a few hours before the fighter pad over to the open door again, leaning in the gap. "Sober yet?" He asks with a palm grinding into an eye socket.
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Kag can't sleep in that position and he slowly feels everything fall asleep in his body. He doesn't make any noise in the shower and when he hears Galen again after what feels like days, he tries to lift his head and groans. He huffs out and just stays slumped where he is. The tech breathing slowly at least.
* * *
There is a sound of a folding knife being flicked open and before Galen steps into the stall, he's cranking off the water. "Someone should have remembered his safe word." Not that there was any guarantee whatsoever ever that the fighter would have responded to it. He makes quick work of cutting off the wet binding which just falls away from Kagami's body once it doesn't have itself to cling. After setting the knife back out in the quarters, he leans in to haul Ry to his feet and assumes all the weight of those rubbery limbs.
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He doesn't move when he's being cut free. He's wet and in pain. He feels himself hauled up but his arms, legs, and neck just don't seem to work at this point so he is pretty much dead weight for the fighter. The young man looks so very tired but he doesn't complain. Even with those clinging wet pants, there is no complaint. He just preps himself to be tossed out on his ass.
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Instead of being dumped in the hallway, Kagami is deposited - albeit unceremoniously - into the warm bed that Galen just vacated, the fighter leaving him wet and half dressed as he is but at least the blanket is thrown on top of him. With a yawn and a scratch to his ribs, Galen pads into the shower himself. The door closes, the tap cranks back on. Then the door opens again, only for the chair to be thrown out.
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He ouffs quietly as he's deposited. He feels the blanket over his body but the wet jeans are starting to become somewhat painful. He lifts his hands up and moves them to his waist band. He watches those hands as if he were watching a stranger. It feels so odd having no feeling but it doesn't last forever. Everything starts waking up as he finally gets the button undone. He works through the pain to strip himself of the jeans and his underpants. He tosses them in front of the bathroom before the pins and needles get to much and he collapses back onto the bed wincing.
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Fifteen minutes later, Galen emerges from the bathroom. Once more having pulled on his briefs and a towel is being worked over his hair. Assuming Kagami hasn't quite fallen asleep yet as he steps over a pair of wet jeans, he calls over. "You can sleep here for now." He comments before tossing his towel aside and opening one of the panels to remove what looks like a hammock that he strings up across the room. "Try anything funny again, and I'll gut you out of the sleeve." Then he adds as he hops into the netting to swing. "And you're making breakfast."
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The tech has been dealing with pain since he was dropped. He frowns at the threat. He doesn't mention that if he does that he RD's him. He grumbles an understanding that he's making breakfast. He rolls to his side, back to Galen as he finally starts to sleep but even from above the blanket it's obvious his muscles are twitching angrily. He doesn't complain about it just tries to wait it out.
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It only takes mere seconds for Galen to start snoring. Such a pal.
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The morning comes and a very groggy Kagami gets up and looks around slowly. His blush deepens as he climbs out of the bed and he's naked. He quickly grabs his undies and pants and gets them on. The whole night floods back to him and he remembers the pain. There is also bruising over his arms and a little on his neck and probably some on his legs. He remembers breakfast and his eye flickers with the ONI left in over night and he orders quietly and gives instruction not to knock or bell. Just to ring him when it's there. It doesn't take long and Kagami goes to the door opens and pays and brings the food in. He pulls out the folding shelf and starts arranging the breakfast. It's potato loaf toast with an egg on it and bacon on top with some lovely jalapeno jack cheese. He cuts the sandwich and pours the coffee. The scents fill the room and he steps back and bows his head. It's clear this is an apology.
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It's not the noise of a shuffling person around the small quarters that wakes him, nor the undoubtedly occasional nudge of his hammock that's strung across the width of the small space. No, it's the smell of coffee that has Galen lifting the arm that's flung across his eyes, spying Kagami with his head bowed near the offering of food. "Hungover?" He asks groggily, throwing one leg over the side of the netting in a practiced move that almost makes it look graceful.
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The tech nods his head. "I present to you… food. Good food from many many hours of works." He keeps his head down. "Just not my work. It started with the factory…" He grumbles quietly. "I'm sorry." He is clearly embarrassed for himself. His hands folded in front of him as he bites his bottom lip.
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"Yeah, well. This time I'll let you get away with an apology." Galen pads over to sniff at the food, but goes for the cup of coffee first. He drinks it black, no need to dilute the caffeine that he's willing into his veins with the first sip. It seems to meet his approval because he's not dissing it as he reaches for a drawer and pops it open. There is a lot of drug paraphernalia inside, everything that one needs to survive being a fighter in the dromes on down to the bottle of aspirin tabs he's clunking on the shelf next to the food.
* * *
The young man nods his head and bites his bottom lip. He grabs a coffee for himself and one of the sandwiches. He takes a seat and starts eating it. He groans happily and sips his coffee. He also drinks it black. He stays quiet while Galen wakes up because at least for him, he's not awake until mid afternoon. He glances up to Galen and then looks away from him quickly.
* * *
As Galen eats some of the sandwich, he asks, "So did you figure out what all that was about, or did you just black out? Because the apology was great and all, but it'd be nice to know what the hell you were thinking coming to my house cruising for a bruising." Which, to be fair, he received. Just not directly from Galen's hand.
* * *
The tech grumbles. "I am going to be honest.. I don't remember much but what I do remember…I wanted to stop being a push over so I wanted a sparing match to learn and thought that going to you and sparing would make me strong." He sounds embarrassed. "I blacked out after that. My ex called me and uh…he said he still loved me. This is the guy that killed me. I already forgave him but I know I shouldn't have. I even said we could go for coffee and talk. Then Royal… he was oblivious and stupid and I forgave him too. Then it hit me… I am a god damn door mat."
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"Yeah, well, all you managed to do last night was make yourself into one again. I could've wiped my feet with you in that state, kid. You're lucky I was in a good mood." If that was a good mood, it only speaks darkly as to what Galen is like in a bad one. "I'll make you stronger, but it's not going to happen over night, for fuck's sake. Even if you got augmented, you'd still have to learn."
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The tech frowns and bows his head. He eats more the sandwich. "I am augmented already." He lifts his eyes and they start to glow as if there is a light behind them. He starts looking over the apartment. "I can see EMF." He speaks softly before his eyes flicker off and he grumbles as he tosses his knife up and snaps it quickly out of the air. He's fast. "I have reflexes for days. My parents way to help make my life easier."
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"Again. Training. Because the next person you throw a punch at like that? Is going to slag you faster than your little reflexes can have you snapping your fingers." Galen makes quick work of his sandwich, eating it in roughly four bites that have his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. Crumbs fly as he asks, "Hey, are you making any progress on that virus thing?"
* * *
The tech grumbles quietly. "I'm an angry drunk. Perhaps I should stay away from all the alcohol." He speaks softly. Then at the question of the virus. "My sample isn't big enough. Hopefully I'll be able to get a bigger sample and look over it but I doubt that so I have to pull other leads." He holds out the other half of his sandwich for Galen.
* * *
Galen waves off the offer of the sandwich. "Eat. We're still trying to put weight on you, so you're not carried away by a stiff wind." He wipes his hands on the seat of his boxer shorts. "I gotta take a piss." He informs the other man as he moves into the cubicle of a bathroom and does just that, leaving the door open so he can keep conversing. "What are you planning to do with it once you do?
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The tech grumbles. "I will have you know I've put on a whole four pounds in the last few days!" He points out to Galen as he shoves more sandwich in his mouth. "Build the anti-virus through deconstruction of the virus itself. Also find out who made it. Anyone who makes a virus like that has their prints all over it. Hopefully with that I can start tracking down the people sending out the corrupted stacks so I can shoot them in the face. Meth or not I don't fuckin care. I'm pissed."
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"So it's personal." There is the sound of flushing and then Galen comes out again, moving to the sink in the tiny kitchen as it's the only place to wash his hands unless he cranks on the shower. "You're not working for any Meth, or the cops or CTAC on this?" He lofts the question over lightly, but it's apparent he's fishing for something.
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<FS3> Kagami rolls Perception: Success. (2 4 7 4)
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The tech isn't entirely stupid. He lifts his eyes and shrugs. "I know the Longbows are working on it and the cops have a task force. I didn't think CTAC was on this case." He doesn't answer the question. "What I do know is someone tracked the untrackable and put a corrupted stack on my door. That is a threat and they know where I live so I am going to return the favor. Preferably infect their stack and have them beg me to give them the anti-virus." He growls darkly.
* * *
Galen hops up onto his counter, leaving his bare legs dangling. "Passion is good, we can us passion. But once you get your revenge, I know of a buyer for the virus and the anti-, if you're interested. I can set up up with them. For a finder's fee, of course."
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The tech pushes himself up and moves over to Galen. His fingers move over the man's bare legs slowly. He's still just wearing his skinny jeans so his lean torso is on full display. He grins slowly. "That's a dangerous virus. I will think about it." He bites his bottom lip as he touches the other's skin.
* * *
Galen's light leg hair prickles underneath Kagami's fingers, teased up thanks to a smattering of gooseflesh at the touch. "Now what are you playing at, Ry? You do know who I'm sleeping with, right? Aside from my girlfriend? He'd gut you in front of me and make me eat your organs. And not because he's jealous, but just out of boredom. And I'd let him." Galen warns.
* * *
Kag lifts his eyes and frowns. "Probably the dude you were with in the club." He grumbles as he takes a step back and seems utterly dejected. He nods his head and turns looking for his shirt. It takes him a minute and he finds it still damp on the floor but pulls it on and his hoodie. He walks over to his coffee and finishes it before tossing the garbage out. He grabs his socks and shoes and heads for the door quickly.
* * *
Galen hops down off the counter nonchalantly, giving a little shake of his head. "That's right, Jules Eichorn. Who owns my ass even more than Carnage. Stop hanging your self worth on who is sticking their dick into you, Ry. You'll be much happier for it." He gives a lazy scratch of his ribs as Kagami beats feet for the door.
* * *
He turns and glares. "No one fucking wants me so it doesn't matter." He points out. "As a woman I preferred to be alone instead of horded but as a man, I can't even stop being lonely because not one fucking person wants me other than to use me for my brains." He shakes his head. "Sometimes I would like to feel desired but never fuckin again apparently. Seriously fuck this…" He opens the door and leaves the container.