FSE

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"And, lastly, miss Needle," mumbled Desmond Lankett to nobody but himself as he perused his schedule. It was six in the evening, the end of a sweltering day, and a record dozen tenants had reported service failures. Protocol dictated a triage where he tended to those who needed water first, followed by the four failing air conditioner cases. Needle, Nee to friends who didn't seem to exist, was the last case. Desmond was sweaty and cranky himself, sick of looking at gutted air conditioners and suffering all the cuts and scrapes that came with repairing them. He showed up to Needle's door pouting with grease and grime all over his pale blue work shirt. It was a face which said I don't like this any more than you do and meant it.

Needle answered Desmond's knock by opening the door. He looked down before the door had even swung open; she was small even compared to him, and he had seen her before.

"Air conditioner is broken," she said placidly, stepping aside to let him in. Sweat glistened all through her coat, giving ashy black panda fur a healthy sheen in the waning sunlight of the day.

Desmond knew very little of Needle in spite of her four-year tenure, during which he had served the building for three. He knew her name; knew she was small; knew she was Korean and spoke just enough English to get what she wanted. He had always seen her on professional terms, and when they did bump into one another in what could be loosely considered a social setting, they kept a disinterested distance from one another. Desmond had never seen her as he did now, in nothing more than a t-shirt turned nearly translucent with perspiration. The shirt hung low on her like a muumuu, but he could see - unmistakably, because Desmond leaned heavily on the gay side of bisexuality - that Needle had male genitals under her shirt.

But still, Desmond was cranky, and he resolved to be a professional. "I'll take care of it," he muttered to her, sounding a little bit distracted. He strode across the apartment, his wooden toolbox clanking with well-worn wrenches and sockets and cans of rust-breakers and greases. It was the ancestral toolkit of the building's handymen. Some fucker before him had lost most of the sockets and the three-eighths wrench.

He found the dead air conditioner and looked for a place to set his toolbox. Needle silently laid down a towel on her fine, small coffee table and gestured at it.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome," she replied, and nodded sagely. She turned and sashayed to the kitchenette.

Desmond didn't consider himself a lech, but he enjoyed the sight of Needle's damp, large ass under the shirt. It clung to her much as it accentuated her large-for-her-size breasts, and he harbored thoughts of inviting the little Korean beauty into his basement accommodations for a facesit - before she showered the sweat off, of course. Desmond acknowledged as he turned back to the air conditioner with an erection that he was, in fact, kind of lecherous.

As Desmond worked, he kept to himself even when he nicked his finger pads and aggravated old bruises. Needle was quite impressed with his politeness, even though she caught him inspecting her body. It never bothered her when men did so; she dressed so lightly for comfort, but was not such a naif as to wonder why being bottomless might earn leering gazes and spur erections.

The panda - whose genetics included a dash of hedgehog, much as Desmond was a ringtail under so much fox - showed her appreciation for him in small gestures. She turned her fan on him so he could work in the cool air, and as the sun set but his work stretched on, she obligingly pointed her reading lamp his way, precluding her enjoyment of her newest comic book.

It was half past seven when she gently touched his shoulder. "Iced tea."

Desmond blinked, turned to look at Needle, blinked again. His sleeve was shoved up and his arm buried in the air conditioner's guts, as if he were artificially inseminating it. "Is that--, uh, a question, or?"

Needle narrowed her eyes. She chuckled; a nervous chuckle, Korean behavior. "Iced tea," she said more firmly, and then gave it some thought. "Want iced tea?"

"Oh, oh, I get it. Yes." Desmond smiled thinly. He felt mildly triumphant that they'd come to an understanding. "Yes, please."

"Yes, please," Needle softly parroted, turning away. She came back moments later with a glass of lukewarm, sweetened tea. Ice cubed clinked inside of it. She had even placed a straw in it, and she held it up for him to sip.

"That's better. Thank you very much," the foxcoon mildly said after a long drink. Needle nodded and put the tea on the window sill. When she caught Desmond leaning over to sip from it, she felt a hint of pleasure.

Eventually, as the clock fingered the time as quarter to eight, Needle could resist the draw of her comic book no longer. She scooted her small reading chair over near Desmond's work, earning a curious look from the fox, and sat down heavily. She shared her lamp with him as she read, a tight smile on her face.

Desmond took a look at the cover and smiled too. "Daredevil? I've heard good things."

The panda looked up at him suspiciously, her smile fading. "Read comics?"

"Me? I used to," he answered, choosing not to say he had outgrown them and thought it was immature that she read them as an adult. "I always liked the--, you know, the classics I guess. Batman, Superman. Although I watched the cartoons more."

"Cartoons," said Needle wistfully, and scratched her balls. She did it first through the shirt, but when Desmond glanced at her and blushed, she made a point to raise her shirt and scratch through the bare, wet fur. "Cartoons. Me too."

Desmond smiled lamely. "Aha. Yeah," he agreed, forgetting what the topic was. "Well, miss--, uh. Needle. I thi-i-ink we're good." He squatted down and scrabbled for the air conditioner's plug. It was a big, clumsy three-phase plug and it took him a moment to get it to lock in. In that time, Needle stood, dropping her new Daredevil on the table near his tools. When he looked up, he did so directly into the sweaty curves of her scrotum.

"Works now?" she asked, holding the hem of her shirt up a few inches. She smiled tightly down at him. "No more sweat?"

The fox supposed he wanted to stand up, but it seemed to him that he was staring down an offer which any good cocksucking fox should be delighted to accept. He scratched his crown, not realizing how he smeared grease in his hair. "Nnno. Uh, you should be pretty dry once I just kick this thing back on."

Needle was hung for a girl of four-foot-five. Her uncircumcised cock was pink and thick and currently flaccid, yet still chubbier than Desmond's inoffensive penis. He thought her balls were as big as oranges, maybe smaller, maybe not. Desmond whom could fit a horse's balls almost all the way into his mouth thought Needle's nuts looked like a fun challenge.

"Good. Thank you." She licked her lips, rocking on her heels. Really, she was considering shoving her balls into his face. Something told her he would react positively. Deciding to make use of her limited English instead, she asked, "What about sweat now?"

"I--," Desmond started, and laughed. "What about it...? Take a shower, I guess?"

"No shower. Shower this morning," Needle said with minor defiance, shaking her head. Droplets of sweat slung from her locks, whittled into pointed stalactites of hair by hours of sweating. "Handyman. Fix things? Yes? Fix sweat."

Desmond smiled crookedly. He scooted closer on his knees and caught a heady whiff of the panda's crotch. "Normally I'd say you're being very presumptuous. But you know that's bullshit, don't you?"

Needle smiled tightly. She nodded her head.

The fox muttered something unflattering but playful. Needle didn't hear it. He scooted closer still, bumping his snout into her pelvis. Needle was so small that even kneeling, Desmond had to lean down just to get his nose into her crotch. He shivered softly when he felt sweaty fur on his nose pad; he drew in a breath through his nostrils and shuddered. "You smell damn good, y'know," he growled, fingers sliding up her short legs to the wide and round hemispheres of her ass.

"Mmn," Needle replied. Her penis stirred.

Desmond lapped Needle's balls, coaxing the sweat out of the follicles with practiced care. As he settled into these firm, loping licks, he closed his eyes and allowed his ears to drift down, giving him a submissive appearance. Gentle moans punctuated his work and he fondled her bottom hungrily, thinking how much he'd like to bend her over and fuck her brains out. Needle was having similar thoughts.

"Clean up sweat," said the panda mix, peeling her shirt off. She dropped it on the floor, feeling resplendent in her sweat-soaked nudity. Her pouting breasts were firm on her body, and quite large for her size, much like all her other assets. Desmond paid her tits no mind, of course; he didn't even know she'd disrobed. He held her ass cheeks almost possessively and was just beginning to open his maw against her well-licked ballbag. Needle was patently, albeit silently delighted to feel Desmond's very long and silky tongue coiling around her scrotum.

"Mmm... clean sweat. You fix things," she murmured, her tone dreamy and lewd as though she were saying now work the taint, and be sure to smooch me on the butthole. She thought such things of Desmond, of course, but the thoughts were trapped behind the language barrier. She muttered to him in her native Korean tongue, speaking soft nothings as one would whisper in the embrace of a lover. She wished she could articulate to Desmond just how nasty she wanted him to get with her. Needle knew, however, that she had one universal language at her disposal.

Desmond's mouth was then halfway around Needle's balls. He looked a bit like a dog trying to fit a tennis ball in its teeth. "Mmhmm," he crooned around her nuts. Drool fell from his lips, pattering on the hardwood floor. His fingers slipped between her cheeks, down into the mired depths of her swamp ass. Needle whimpered to him when his finger pads and short, blunt claws tickled the pucker of her anus.

Needle mildly held Desmond's crown, sluicing his sweaty blonde hair through her fingers. She loved the long hair and the bright color of it even though it was streaked with grease and weighted with sebum and sweat. She felt, in fact, that Desmond Lankett was an extremely pretty boy, and to have him under her thumb now was a bit like getting the perfect gift for Christmas. "Touch me," she hissed. "Touch me - there. Lick there."

The foxcoon had no trouble parsing her words this time. Her verbs were direct, her instructions clear if not curt, and he delicately unmouthed her balls. He kissed the stiff, swollen rod of her penis, dragged his tongue up its shaft, and indulgently smooched the throbbing helmet of her glans. Precum oozed sinfully into his mouth and Needle whined soft-spoken words of pleasure in Korean.

"Turn around, sweetie," he said in a voice a hair past whispering. "Tu-u-urn. Let me take care of your perfect lil' butt." He nudged her, pulling one hip and pushing the other until she turned around. Her fat cock wagged as her body came to a halt, slinging a wad of pre across the floor.

Desmond did not notice the wasted, precious precum. He pulled apart Needle's ass cheeks, fingers moving reverently as though parting the petals of an uneager rose. He gazed upon the winking ring of her anus for two admiring seconds and then packed his snout into the depths of her ass. Sweat fermented in the deep trench of her ass crack, making musk potent but not off-putting. Desmond kissed her asshole as though pecking a loved one's cheek. He nuzzled it firmly, letting the thick black pad of his nose grind teasingly and slightly spread its rim. Over the rush of the fan and Needle's quiet but eager moaning, Desmond growled with hunger. He reached up and around Needle's flawless body to cup her breasts, and he fondled them as controllingly as he'd first felt up her behind.

Needle rolled back her eyes, closed them, tilted back her head. She found herself going pigeon-toed as Desmond commenced his sinful ass-eating. "Ooh, good. Good!" she crooned, laying soft paws over his. Her fingers coaxed his to squeeze until he left dents in her supple breasts. She gyrated into his long snout, craving the tongue. Desmond gave it eagerly.

He slipped his paws out from under hers and dragged his blunt claws down her body, causing her to shiver. She thought he was going to masturbate her but he went lower than that, down her legs, leaving her body when he reached her ankles. She heard a zip, and she smiled tightly. When his paws rejoined her body, clutching her at the flanks, she asked, "Cock out?"

Desmond answered with an affirmative moan. He slurped up through the crack of her bobbing, grinding ass, tongue tip tickling the back of her ballbag before getting on its way. A deep growl - as deep as a scrawny, effeminate foxcoon could muster - rumbled in his breast when he mashed his sticky jowls into her asshole. He kissed it roughly and gave its rim a harsh suck. As the suction bore down and made her anus throb and swell, Needle crooned with delight not often known to her and doubled over, bracing her paws on her knees.

"Ooh... ooooh, good, is very good," she uttered, then chased the sentiment with far more articulate praise in Korean. She gnawed her lip, draining it of its black shade. Shivers raced through her body and she allowed herself to think that this was a special and unique pleasure, that Desmond Lankett the prettyboy handyman would kiss only her ass and lick sweat off of only her body. It was a fantasy she understood to be unlikely, but found welcome all the same.

The foxcoon's teeth pressed into the thinly-furred and very pliant flesh around Needle's pulsing anus. His cheeks were pulling in, the seal of his jowls growing tenuous, but he kept it until it was mechanically impossible to suck anymore. His sticky black lips popped off of her pucker, the sudden release causing Needle to gasp and whine, bleating to him in her native tongue, for her broken English evaded her in such desperate times.

He grabbed the plush cheeks of her ass and held them far apart. Hunger loomed in his eyes when he gazed upon her asshole, its pink flesh reddened and raised like a button. It gleamed in the reading lamp's glow with viscous slobber hanging from it and drizzling down her taint. Desmond gave it a peck of a kiss, then chained smooches along the curve of an ass cheek. He kissed and even preened all the way down to the overhang where buttock became thigh, then nuzzled fondly against the broad shape of her bottom.

"Your ass is perfect, I hope you know," he said sweetly.

"Yes," Needle answered efficiently. She straightened out with some difficulty, feeling winded, as though she had jogged too much. To the immediate and obvious dismay of the handyman, she pulled away from him and turned clumsily on her heel. "Butt-kissing," she said, smiling teasingly. "Butt-kiss a lot?"

Desmond grinned. He rocked back on his knees and tweaked his small penis. It was three inches long plus some change; Needle's utterly dwarfed it. "I make up for a little endowment with my tongue sometimes, yes."

The panda giggled at this. She knelt before the foxcoon, grabbing his cock shamelessly. Even her bantam paws failed to enhance its size. "Little. Tiny." She glanced up at his souring face, still smiling herself. "Small, yes?"

"And other some-such adjectives," Desmond muttered. "Y'know, it's fine you're a girl with a bigger dick than mine and all, but you're not supposed to say these things."

Needle's expression leveled off, her gear shifting down to something closer to idle. "Sorry." She glanced down at it, tugging the foreskin to fully bare the throbbing mushroom cap that was his glans. Precum beaded in the slit and he shuddered audibly. "Cute."

The foxcoon chuckled. "Cute? All right, I'll take that one. Little things are cute. Like you."

Devious and biting coyness occurred to Needle, sadly impossible to articulate. She pushed him onto his butt, then his back, and slid her paws into the waist of his pants, hooking her fingers under the fabric of his jeans and briefs. Ignoring Desmond's playful inquiry of just what she thought she was doing, she pulled down his bottoms, tugging even when his briefs inverted, the pouch sweat-soaked and stuck stubbornly to his groin.

"Ooh, hey... you gonna eat me out now?" Desmond asked shakily, an idiot smile on his face. His penis drooled against the coarse blonde hair of his bush, nominally bared from under his rumpled work shirt.

Needle shook her head. She spit mannishly onto two outstretched fingers and nudged his asshole with them. He squeaked and fussed, but in the same breath parted his legs. His cock throbbed when she rubbed his pucker. "Need lube. Can't fuck dry," said the panda with a poker face in full effect. Slowly and deliberately, she worked her index finger into him. She poked it in deep, jabbing it to the knuckle as if accusing his insides of something heinous. Just a few pumps with her lone finger came and went, and then she added the second. Her saliva had soaked into her fur, but she made due without adding more.

The fox shook and shivered, pawing at the floor. The grease in his pads and fur was worn-in and dry; he left no smears on her hardwood floor. "You're gonna fuck me?" he murmured. "Didn't really expect that."

"Cute," Needle said imploringly, spreading her fingers and exercising Desmond's tight anus. Over his winces she reiterated, "Cute." And added, "Handsome."

Lacing his fingers over his middle, Desmond said, "Well, I assume you're saying I'm cute and handsome, so that's why you want to fuck me. Could be wrong. Maybe you just like fucking guys who fix your appliances."

Needle laughed. It was not her nervous laugh but a happy one. She slid her fingers back and hawked and spat into her palm. Predictably, she lubed her cock with this new wad of slobber.

Although saliva was woefully inadequate for such a thick and misplaced piece of meat, Needle gave it her all when she lubed herself up. By the time she was done her cock gleamed with slobber, dripping excess onto the floor, and Desmond stared it with a cocktail of nervousness and faggoty lust swimming in his eyes.

The panda's face was even and very nearly stoic as she notched her cock against Desmond's tight asshole. She held onto her cock and his hip and pushed with her generous hips, gouging the foxcoon around her impressive shemale meat. To hear and see the cute handyman groan from deep in his body and arch his back off of the floor made Needle happy. She flicked her gaze down, watching her penis vanish beneath his balls. Four of her seven inches were buried, and the rest was forthcoming. She held his hips in both paws and leaned over him, her tits hanging like ripe fruits.

Her broad hips settled against his; her heavy balls dragged on the hardwood, moving easily on a sheen of sweat and foxcoon saliva. "You like?"

"I like," Desmond said waveringly. "You're full of surprises, honey..."

"Mmhmm," Needle murmured, and dragged her palms down his body. She felt him up through the shirt and then reached under it when she came to its hem. Her paws glided up his belly and breast, smearing fur the wrong way before smoothing it back down in loping descents, curving her motions so his fur's grain became wavy like wheat in a breeze. She thought he was beautiful and soft.

Again her paws closed on his hips, and she straightened her short, stout body. Nothing changed on her face, but she began to fuck the fox with sharp, shocking bucks. Desmond's first reaction was to shriek, and following that he said with a gasp, "Jesus Christ, you're being awful rough!"

"Rough. Rough good," Needle said with pleasure in her voice. She bit her lip and gyrated into him, her cock sliding in, pulling out, sliding in again like a well-greased piston. Precum shot into the fox, adding to the slobbery mess. Sweat beaded in her fur with this new exertion, dropping off the overhangs of her breasts and pooling especially in the crevices of her bottom and cleavage. Nee thought giddily that Desmond would have to clean her again when she was through gaping him.

Needle was small, but she was a powerhouse. Smooth, firm gyrations gave over to bucks with growing animalistic intent. She dug her fingers into his bony pelvis, daring to slide them around to the double bubble of his ass where she found a much more substantial handhold. "Ti-i-ight," she hissed, "very tight. Very good."

"Th-thank you, I guess." Desmond closed his eyes again. He was getting hot too, starting to sweat and stick to the inside of his shirt. He touched his penis fleetingly; the sweat drew the grease out of his skin and fur and it left smears on his cock. "You are so-o-o goddamn lucky I like it in the butt," he said with a sigh, and it was hard to tell if he was teasing or not.

She gripped his bottom so roughly that divots would remain in his cheeks long after she finally let go. Her breasts bounced and swayed with the repetitive motions of her hips, and had they been gifted with more ground clearance, her balls would have pendulumed. They settled for dragging across the floor, wet fur gliding without so much as a whisper.

"Inside? Yes?" she asked between breaths, staring at his face with her pale eyes.

Desmond laughed, sounding lame and strangled, reminding Needle of her own nervous laughter. "Oh, yeah, inside of me," he affirmed, and the very notion of being the sweet panda-hedgehog's cumdump for the night got him masturbating. "Shoot right inside of me, babe," crooned Desmond, opening his eyes to peek at hers. "And hey, do you ever, you know... kiss?"

Needle seemed to Desmond's perceptions to lean lower, as if to give him such a thing, even though the disparity of their sizes wouldn't easily allow it. Instead she pushed her face to his chest, huffing against him for a moment. Straightening, she shook her head and told him, "No kissing."

"But you'll let me tongue-punch your butthole," the handyman sneered. Needle cracked the most wan of smiles, but it was gone in a second. He relaxed as if settling into an armchair at the end of a long day, and he masturbated leisurely. "Just fuck me then, honey. We don't have to smooch if you don't wanna."

She nodded gently, though his eyes had closed. The fucking never stopped, hardly losing any steam even when she leaned against him in that moment when she really had considered a kiss, if only a gentle one. Desmond was just so sweet and cute and - most importantly - utterly at her disposal, and she was all but compelled to give him a kiss. She let the urge die, and fully embraced the nearness of her orgasm. She was close.

Needle toyed with Desmond's hips and legs as she had her way with him. She proved herself tactile and appreciative of his body with her small, constant gestures, each as meandering as the last, but plainly valued by the fox whom cooed and purred for her.

Needle felt the tightness in her balls that came with a climax. She uttered a soft cry in her native tongue, but that was not quite the moment. It was like the lightheadedness before the fainting spell; the flash of lightning before the rumbling, threatening growl of thunder. She chewed her lip, leaving it sore and raw but not bloody, and gyrated against her vulpine lay with an imperceptible tremble in her motions.

"You okay, honey?" asked Desmond, sounding close himself. He was beginning to clench upon her when twinges of pleasure all but overwhelmed him. The clenches made Needle slow down and huff; they had much the same effect on the foxcoon. Unnecessarily but warmly, he said, "I'm getting there..."

"Cum soon," Needle declared. "Inside."

"God, yes. Inside me."

Needle didn't smile, too close to her climax for a show of pleasure quite like that, but she was happy with the situation. She had turned Desmond Lankett from the capable handyman whose day had been sweaty and cranky to a buttslut vibrant in color and expression. Briefly she wondered if anybody with a sweaty asshole and a fat cock could evoke the same response in him, but her rumination was cut short by the onset of her climax. She was unaware of the practice, but she had been edging even since the first warning that her orgasm was near. Her slowed grinds into the fox only built up the pressure, and the clenches and all-around thrill of the lay brought her up more and more. Then like a boiler pushed past its tolerance, she erupted with nearly volcanic force, shooting into Desmond while a strangled cry fought its way out of her throat. She fell onto her outstretched palms, body locked over his as she came, dumping nearly all she had to give of her shemale cum in heavy, stringy ropes.

Under his breath, Desmond swore for the sake of it and bore down on his little cock. By then it was as black as a dipstick, but he didn't know or care as he jerked himself right into a state of perfect bliss. He fondled Needle but only absently, playing with her breasts with his free paw as if required to do so and nothing more. It was her cock buried to the balls inside of him and her overbearing, unbelievably productive release which made him the happiest, for he was a terrifically gay fox above all else.

"Shit, girl," he breathed, staring desperately at Needle's stony face. She was looking at him, but not really; he felt like he was being looked through. Her sweat dribbled onto him. "You shoot like a fire hose. I've fucked stallions who squirt less."

"Mmm," Needle murmured. She nodded politely. "Good..."

"Yeah," Desmond huffed, closing his eyes. "Really good."

The foxcoon joined her a moment later, shooting into his gripping fingers almost pitifully. The cum which webbed his digits was thick and well-earned, but minuscule in volume. Needle didn't see his output and wouldn't have cared if she did; she was only happy with the outcome of the situation, and she pushed herself up closer to him, grabbing him behind the neck to curl him inward.

"What're you--?" the fox got to say before his lips hit hers. The kiss was brief and modest, not the kind of kiss to cap off such extraordinary and spontaneous lovemaking, yet Desmond felt that it was a high mark of approval from the reclusive panda. He smiled, his cheeks growing pink, and relaxed against the floor. "Thank you."

Needle smiled with her eyes. "Welcome." A slow withdrawal made a gradual, but nevertheless large mess of discarded semen. Needle was unconcerned about her sealed hardwood floor. "Loose. Not tight now."

"Don't remind me," Desmond tutted. "Ah... hey, we could've turned your AC on before we started this."

The panda stood with some effort. She found her knees to be shaky and unreliable after such a powerful orgasm, but there was pleasure in that weakness. She reached for her air conditioner, finding its open, cavernous vents imposing without the friendly, gray cover on its face. After a brief hesitation, she turned it on high and sat back in her reading chair.

A few minutes passed before Desmond tried to stand. When he did so, Needle caught him clenching his ass cheeks awkwardly. She felt a tiny pang of guilt over his predicament, then remembered what a squirming and needful bitch he had proven to be. The guilt vanished entirely.

Without his bottoms, Desmond snapped on the cover for the air conditioner and gathered up his tools. "Well, I think that does it for tonight... I'm gonna limp down to the basement, try to find something to pack my butt with and call it a night."

Needle tittered with rare laughter. It was short-lived. "Air conditioner, maybe it breaks tomorrow?"

The fox looked at her defensively. The other tenants said smart-ass things about his repairs, questioning his abilities constantly and insisting they could do it themselves (and Desmond always bit his lip rather than implore them to try it). Then he gazed down her short, sweaty body, just as filthy with perspiration as before, and he grinned. He understood. "Maybe it breaks tomorrow. Yeah." He walked over to her, still not bothering with his bottoms, and he leaned heavily on her chair, paws on the armrests. He bumped his nose to hers and the panda didn't recoil at all. "But if it does, you're the one getting fucked."

She pecked his lips briskly. Hers did not part at all. "Perhaps," she said as slyly as her limited dialect would allow. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sweetie." Desmond dressed and left for his room in the basement. Needle sat and savored her repaired air conditioner, and she tried to read her new comic. It was interesting and exciting, but it simply wasn't gripping her as she'd hoped.

Absently, Needle cleaned the mess she and Desmond had made, and then she dressed in only her overlarge t-shirt and left her apartment. For the first time in her whole tenancy, she pushed the elevator button for the basement.

She hoped Desmond wouldn't mind cleaning up her sweat again.