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An Upwards Trend

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Oscar would never have figured it out if not for an unlikely coincidence. A stroke of luck really, and the gods knew it had been a while. Had been a while for other things too, come to think of it. Somewhat relatedly. Anyway. 

He had been studying his fresh scar in the mirror, trying to decide that it made him look dangerous and exciting rather than ruined. It was not going well. His eyes slipped momentarily, and there it was. Zolf, in the doorway. Staring at his arse with a decidedly appreciative look. 

Well well well. Things were looking up.