pawnstorm | [semi-open] come, let's fly.

[Phew, that wasn't too bad, with how Airy was just a step away from the dungeon after they left. Setsuna was in good, safe hands now, and not just because of Gilgamesh, but because of the comforts of Airy. Now they can only wait.

Or not, as Vietnam felt her hand taken into Gilgamesh's and he's brightly eager to explore the ship. He's optimistic! They know Setsuna is going to be fine, so taking this opportunity and rolling with it is a great idea. She'll hold on and follow him, since there really is much to see and everywhere to start.]

I have explored parts of the ship! But I haven't, ah, shopped until I dropped yet, so this will be nice. [They're loaded, they have time, and now they don't need hold back. She has a fair idea where to go on the shopping level, having browsed prior to the dungeon trip.] Do you know what Setsuna would like? And where would you like to begin?

[Gilgamesh has her by the hand, but for the most part, he allows her to lead. While she'd gotten the chance to explore a little, Gilgamesh had explored none; he trusts she knows where to go, and so sets a brisk pace for her to follow. For a hand that once struck others down mercilessly, his proves warm and soft. Protective, as she'd been of him in the dungeon.]

I believe we are both due for some new sets of clothes. Myself, in particular.

[He picks a little at his torn sleeve, frowning.]

I am most unfashionable in this tawdry uniform. A King should shine brightly, not be left to dim in the shadows.

[Vietnam will be very willing to lead him to wherever he wants to. Since she has a fair idea, she could make it quick and easy, but this here is an outing! They say enduring the toughest situations is what strengthens bonds, because for someone who is quite private, she actually finds the hold of his hand rather warm and safe. A big contrast to his big words.]

I agree. [She looks down at her clothes, all dirty and scratched up, before reaching over to the tear in his sleeve--] Excuse me, [--and touches along the edge to take a look. White uniforms are still the worst idea in her opinion (camo in action, gosh). This torn sleeve could be fixed, she would be able to give it small stitches.]

I can fix this when we return, but you are right that we do need new clothes. There are some nice clothes in the shops. Some a little cultural as well. [Ma Jiang fashion! Feathers!] I think we can get some at an affordable price. [If she bargains to death. Gently squeezing his hand, she directs him toward the entrance of the shop sector. They'll need to go deeper towards the end, where quality goods come at a much cheaper price.]

But also, there are fabrics here. If you worry about wearing your uniform all the time, we can find something nice here, and I will sew it for you when we return to Caissa.

[Gilgamesh knew her to be a grounded individual from the start, but even he's a little surprised at her ingenuity. Of course, any good wife should be able to sew; maybe he'd just become accustomed to women who preferred the battlefield over the kitchen. He nods, enthusiastic at the idea, walking where she guides him.]

We had best haggle as much as we can. Even with coin in our pockets, it would do no good to waste it all.

[He says this now, but guess who is, in fact, going to waste it all? This guy. He couldn't help it, he surrounded himself with luxury and he misses it dearly. Even if it was just illusion of it, he craved it above everything else, as evidenced when he eyes a flashy coat in a nearby window.]

...oh, what a trial, though! This King longs for the sweet embrace of gold once more! You must save me from myself, Vietnam, my heart breaks.

[What a drama queen. At least he'll be a source of entertainment for the trip.]

[Exactly, Gilgamesh, why not both? After all, what is she going to do when there's no battle to fight. And such skills are useful in the end. She's worked hard to learn how to cook and sew, and from the best! And even clean but he doesn't need to know that.

Now, considering that he wants to haggle and spend wisely, yet is admitting to her that he'll need help saving himself from wanting to be covered in gold, she's beginning to think he may have bad spending habits. The good intentions are there. The self control? Will need to be witnessed first--...oh, no, look his temptation when he looks at that coat.

She manages to stop herself from laughing (WHAT FLOWERY WORDS), and straightens up dutifully.]

I am glad you suggested that, because I usually prefer to buy quality items at low prices. [Though, she should add the following in for good measure:] How to say, one feels victorious after pushing a full price down to a suitable level.

[She leads him over to the window, so he can get a closer look at the stylish(????????) clothes he was eying. They're not in a hurry, seeing as they should be browsing anyway. On closer inspection through this window, a lot of the clothes made in this shop are well made. If she can get the patterns, she can replicate it.]

If you wish for me to save you, then that can be easily fulfilled. But also, if you follow what I tell you to do, [which will either be look imposing or look kind, and don't open his mouth] we can potentially get you what you want without spending a lot. I can't promise that it will be everything, but it is worth a try. A King aiming to be frugal can still have nice things.

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[In hindsight, Vietnam really was Gilgamesh's perfect companion. He was prone to acting out, which when it came to money often manifested itself in vast amounts of hoarding and spending. Without her by his side right now, he likely would've emptied his wallet at that single store alone.

But instead, hearing her wise words—and respecting her enough to heed them—he grunts in assent. Self-control was certainly not one of his strong suits, nor was bargaining with shopkeepers for the best deal. Therefore, in recognition of her prowess, he cedes her a rare opportunity.]

Then command me as you see fit. It is unusual for a King to entertain orders, but I will allow it just this once.

[Still, his gaze wanders back to the item in question, a garish black vest with floral patterns in crimson. It's very obvious he wants it but is trying to behave for her sake.]

If it is as you claim, that we might feel victorious... then it may be worth uncharacteristic restraint.

[Uncharacteristic restraint. That sounded almost scary, especially with greater context.]

[That went a lot more smoothly than she expected. Although, she really didn't know what to expect, because he may be haughty, be he has never disagreed with her concerning anything, yet.]

Thank you, Gilgamesh. I am a country; you may not be my direct boss, but I will not lead you astray. [Because even if he was her leader, she actually likes him enough to give him the best.

Uncharacteristic restraint. She may not know how far that can go, but she has witnessed it enough in the dungeon to know that he really does have trouble with restraint.] Patience is also a powerful weapon.

[A bare smile lingering on the corner of her lips before she stares at the window in deep concentration. Vietnam had noted that Gilgamesh really wants that vest. Her gaze flickers over to him briefly, as she quickly sizes him up; it's not accurate, but she estimates that the vest is in his size.

Never mind creating it, it's like Gilgamesh and the vest was fated to be together. As strange as it may sound, events like these do happen. Perhaps he must have it. But there's no way in hell they'd be able to get it looking like they do now: white uniforms in a terrible state and covered in dirt.]

Please wait here. [The shopkeepers on the Airy have given her a few mixed messages. Some are willing to sell and bargain to heroes, but others are little less friendly. Vietnam lets go of Gilgamesh and walks swiftly towards the end of the markets, hoping that he did wait patiently as she said. Don't worry, she'll be as fast as she can be!

Fast forward to present: Vietnam returns, having quickly dressed up in Ma Jiang fashion of rich silks and flowing robes and a feather hair ornament tying her hair. It's not completely foreign to her, seeing as she was raised up in similar culture.

In her arms she carries another set; seeing as Gilgamesh liked gold, she had picked those colours, with warm reds. And all of this cost very little since she choose a particularly shady store.]

Please change into this, we will have a much easier time getting what you want if we're looking much cleaner. [Non-conning another to dress up...she knows how it feels to be on the receiving end, though.]

[Gilgamesh, in truth, was still getting used to idea of mingling with a country. He supposed it made enough sense, given what Servants themselves represented, but even a King must feel humble before that which stood for something so much more. That a country could live and breathe, speak and have thoughts and ideas of their very own; how marvelous was that? He's a little spellbound by her, and her earnest promises, and it all has him a bit more attentive than he otherwise would be.]

I understand. I would do my best.

[So Gilgamesh waits, as he's told, as he's promised he would obey. It isn't for long, though he finds himself missing the feel of her hand in his, however brief it may have been. Gilgamesh was a terrible tyrant but was at times no better than a dog, and so greets Vietnam like one once she returns, with an enthusiastic wave and a broad grin.

And my, isn't she a sight? Now that he's gotten a good look at her up close outside a dungeon, he must admit: he likes what he sees. She isn't overly feminine, in fact on the tougher side, but that's exactly what he favors in a woman. Yet she's divine all dressed up, and he can't help but tease her with a mild tug to that pretty pin.]

Well, since you went through all that trouble, I suppose I can humor you. Give it here.

[No such non-con! Gilgamesh takes the clothes and hurries to try them on. He's excited!]

[She would tell him all about, should he ask! After all, as a country, her entire history is laid out to bare. Anything he would like to know, she would share. It's exactly why she's so interested in his own history, a famous king from the first civilisation in the world. Would she even exist had history taken another path?

Now, Vietnam had to admit, Gilgamesh's enthusiastic greeting was endearing, one enough to bring a smile to her face. It's not something she notices, but Gilgamesh is charming enough to make her smile more often than she knows. Even while he's being pushy. It's probably also because he's pushy. But she's happy when she returns, because he did as she told him to do.]

Ah? [She watches as he plays with her pin, and chuckles softly.] I hope this is not over doing it. [That being said, she feels comfortable, just a month without wearing her ao dai and she's already happy to make do with this.

But look, he's rolling with it! What a champ. She gives a small wave as he walks off.]

Thank you, Gilgamesh. [Actually, she's a little nervous. He's excited, but what if he doesn't like them?! Sure, he's probably worn robes of silk before, but he's a King! She did try to pick something that would suit him, but what if it's too humble for his tastes?

And so Vietnam's train of thought drifts off into mild paranoia.]

[Gilgamesh hustles into a nearby store to make use of their dressing room. Even if he absolutely loathed her choice of attire, just the act of modeling has him chipper. Gilgamesh was something of a fashion hound back home, and adored more than anything to wear what was trim and trendy for the era. Granted, his taste in said fashion wasn't always ideal... so it was for the best that a practical mind picked out clothes for him instead.

And, fortunately, he quickly falls in love with her selections. The robes—a gentle gold with hibiscus print running along the side—are simple yet elegant, evocative of a classy king, set off by a bold crimson sash along his front. As a desert dweller, he's ever appreciative of sandals for freer movement. And, of course, he's fond of his jewelry, with a beaded bracelet and a feathered ruby pendant swaying from his wrists and neck respectively.

All in all, tasteful choices that don't make him feel too poor, either. Gilgamesh comes out with a big smile on his face, and without warning, promptly picks her up and twirls her around. Maybe he's a mere man now, but he's got strength enough to surprise her.]

See us now, we match! We will surely be the envy of everyone this day.

[Gilgamesh rarely expresses his gratitude to anyone for anything, but that's likely as close as she'll ever come to a thank you.]

[And now it is her turn to wait patiently! She watches as the other Airy dwellers and tourists walk on by, sometimes greeting those who look her way (now that she doesn't look like a hero) and wondering if Gilgamesh needed any help. Worst yet, if he even liked what she picked. She tried her best, but she did it all in such a short time. She could already guess he's a fashionista. I mean, fashionmista.

Though, relief was not the first thing that came to her when he came out with that big smile on his face, clearly pleased with the selection. She practically chokes as she sees him, since he looks the part of a fine, elegant noble and is incredibly handsome. It's not out of place, and it's not overdone. She chose a whole lot better than she expected.

And she doesn't even have time to be relieved AND admire him since she's lifted from the ground and finds herself holding onto his shoulders just to keep herself from flying.]

W-we do! [She clears her throat, trying to remain as cool as possible.] I mean, it suits you so well. I am sure the others won't be able to keep their eyes off of you.

[She's being honest, not just fanning his ego! Never mind that she's flushing because he picked her up.]

[A whole lot better than he likely deserved, too. Left to his own devices, Gilgamesh would've gone far too heavy on the gold, gold, gold everywhere, with his financial status in ruin because of it. But here, he looks noble and thrifty, a trait he'd never thought he'd willingly apply to himself. An old dog can be taught new tricks after all, especially with a patient master. And patience, ultimately, was what one needed to deal with the likes of Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh sets her down again, then shakes his head, now insistent.]

I believe it is time to treat you. If you say you are talented with a needle, I shall put that to the test.

[Loud enough for the whole market to hear, Gilgamesh declares:]

REJOICE! From this point forward, you will serve as my royal seamstress! Are you ready for work?

[Once more slipping into her personal space, he throws an arm around her shoulders and gives her a chummy pat.]

Or, should I say, are you ready for me to drown you in more fabric than you know what to do with?!

[Isn't he lucky that she's used to this? A ruler who is fine and humble looks far greater than one drowning in gold. And also yes, his economy will love him for this. Gilgamesh clearly needs to have a treasury minister.

She's silent for a while, because she's about 100% sure that Gilgamesh thinks a promotion is one way to reward her. Vietnam starts to laugh, more so than usual. But it's pleasant, refreshing laugh, not ridiculous like one where she's laughing at an ugly t-shirt. It's just so strange that she doesn't even mind anyone looking at them. Gilgamesh, at times, can be hideously pure.]

What an honour. [She pats her own chest, and he'll be able to feel her straightening up under his arm, rather proudly.] I will get that vest for you and show you the ways of haggling. But once I start making your clothes, covering with more fabric than you can imagine? [And she's pretty sure he can imagine quite a bit.

She reaches over to smooth out his collar.] You'll never want to wear anything else. I can promise you that.

[Actually, she's half-joking. Because she's sure there are very fine clothes that Gilgamesh will want to wear and she didn't make. The purpose of making him stuff is to stop him from wrecking himself.]

[Gilgamesh, at times, could be a truly horrific person.

But at times, he could be youthful; ambitious; energetic; even compassionate, in small doses, to those who earned his favor. The tales told of a tyrant, but they also told of a man that loved his brother, adored his people, and always sought the spirit of adventure to the very end. An honor, indeed, that Gilgamesh might set aside his surliness and look upon a woman with such friendly eyes—eyes that expected nothing in return.]

I will be a most attentive student. Assuming your lessons are worthwhile, of course.

[He preens when his clothes are straightened, posing for her benefit like the proudest of birds.]

And I shall hold you to it. Let us be on our way, then.

[And so a Hero and a country set off together. Though they pass many stores, Gilgamesh insists on the best. Only when they reach a shop that's overflowing with all manner of cloth and fabric does Gilgamesh see fit to enter, and once he does, he gestures to Vietnam with a sweep of his arm, as if to say it is all yours.

...maybe not all of it. But it's a hidden paradise for any seamstress, and she'll have plenty to choose from within.]

[Vietnam witnessed this, how Gilgamesh punishes. She observed the rest of his replies to others. Saw how vengeful he could be in the dungeon. What she does appreciate about this is that he's honest. He lives freely, and true to himself. When someone can have everything, he can give everything too, no?

Besides, if he could handle orders from a fiercely independent woman such as herself after calling her his royal seamstress, then really, it's not so bad. That and he's completely entertaining.]

You've already been so good thus far, I'm already feeling pressure. But yes, let's. [One would say she shouldn't feel pressure, but even if Gilgamesh was a goddamn saint, she still would. Because she's about as self-critical as he is egotistic. Bleak.

But yes, now he looks very fine, and off they go! There were many shops on the way that Vietnam would say could pass, but if Gilgamesh insists on working with the best, then she is fine with that. As long as they don't end up paying exuberant prices even after they drops it low.

The shop they finally stop in front, however, has her standing there eyes wide before she clears her throat and regains her cool. Goodness, look at that silk. And how can a roll of thread be so fine?!

To roll with Gilgamesh so graciously gesturing for her to enter, she curtseys back before stepping in, checking to see if he follows. Vietnam is a girl of simple needs and simple pleasures, but at the moment, she endlessly imagines what she could make with all of these. They wouldn't need to shop at (Insert various Designer Label lines here) at Blanc!

Right, calm down. Take this one step at a time.]

What catches your eye so far, Gilgamesh?

[Gilgamesh had deduced almost immediately that Vietnam was not prone to the same exuberance as himself; her reactions, though not exactly dull, were more muted compared to his own. Since she represented a country, he has to wonder if she also directly represented its people—and certainly Gilgamesh heard that women of Asian cultures were reserved in their mannerisms. He doesn't hold it against her, but privately decides he'll encourage that quiet excitement as much as possible. It's endearing to witness.]

Hm...

[He pauses a moment, glancing around the various sheets and rolls, then offers his advice. Surprisingly good advice for an apparently lazy King, but Gilgamesh was a bit more talented than his obnoxious attitudes initially let on. In reality, he was good at all kinds of things.]

A sheet of sheer black will serve you sufficiently, as it can be incorporated into many different designs. Next, jewel colors, such as ruby, emerald, and sapphire, look good in nearly everything. As you know, I am partial to gold, but those beneath the level of King do not always wear it well.

[What else? Gilgamesh walks to the wall, where all kinds of patterns are displayed.]

Flowers... flowers are nice. And of course, the classic fleur-de-lis! It adds a touch of refinement to any piece.

[He's right to assume that a country's people also reflects her behaviour, but not exactly in the way it is direct. Taiwan was much more hotheaded and confident than she was, so it's probably due to the influence of the people she's surrounded and raised by when she was younger. It is why that she could still be easily swept up into his pace; her latter, European upbringing opened up her mind to many other opportunities. Like how she would be a suitable anchor for Gilgamesh, he in turn is perfect for opening her up, because she's always wanted to be a little less shy.

All great legends come from great sources, so Gilgamesh's reply is not completely surprising to her. Perhaps how levelheaded he delivered it, but she's sure she just needed to get to know him more.

Besides, his advice was perfection. He might be flashy, but he has his basics covered! He just needs to know that with these basics, he can tone it down.]

Such good thoughts! They have all of those here, so we can look at them one by one. [It's preferable they purchase a decent variety so that his clothes wouldn't be fixed to one design. She follows him as he looks at the patterns, before moving over to the side to lift up the ends of one of the black rolls. There's a very faint floral pattern on it, more clearly seen under the light.]

I think this might look nice on you. For the evening.

[As they stroll along the aisles, Gilgamesh makes himself useful, picking up any rolls that Vietnam motions to and piling them in his arms. By the time they reach the floral pattern, he's already got a good four or five stacked, though he's a strong man even without the aid of the Grail; he carries it all without complaint. He couldn't rightly call himself a King if he didn't treat his kin with the proper amount of respect.

Gilgamesh sets their prospective purchases on a nearby shelf to get a better look at the pattern. He starts to unroll it... and unroll it... and unroll it... and within seconds he's unrolled it so much he looks like he's wearing an evening wrap. He's clearly doing it to get a rise out of Vietnam rather than provide any meaningful assistance, winking with a handsome grin at her.]

Flawless, no? Among the many talents of the King is the ability to wear anything and everything with absolute aplomb!

[Surely he's aware he's just being ridiculous... but with Gilgamesh, who could ever really tell?]

[The type of man Vietnam loves: the ones which holds everything for her, let's be honest here. Gilgamesh is so well behaved, she's just soaring. And he looks excited.

Though typically, he has his moments. She's not entirely sure if it's Gilgamesh, or it's Gilgamesh-picking-on-Vietnam (because everyone picks on Vietnam), or even a bit of both, but seeing him engulf himself in the layers of fabric, looking like a dark king with an incredibly long and elegant wrap (aside from the unkempt edges) has her caught between half laughing and half freaking out at the mess they're going to clean up.

GILGAMESH...WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO WITH YOU. One of his many talents also needs to include tidiness. Somewhere the npc shopkeeper is probably hoping they're going to buy all of that. That or the npc shopkeeper is a middle aged lady who is probably checking him out. ONE OR THE OTHER.

However, she steps forward and start fixing it, smoothing it over his shoulders and dusting off bits of thread. It's strangely calm, soothing, and there's now a peaceful expression on her face.]

Ah yes...very handsome...

[Until she tightens the wrap around him, grabs their fabrics and tries to pull him along while he's still wrapped up.]

I would like to take this much as is! [She's joking, she'll unravel him soon.]

[And Gilgamesh laughs and laughs. Her smiles are mild things, tightly controlled, but earnest. A strong woman, but also a woman of clear graces. Indeed, they may have been a perfect match for each other, as Gilgamesh's sense of humor didn't always quite strike true... but it seems to have hit precisely the right mark with Vietnam. It bolsters his confidence and makes him smile all the wider.]

Am I not? You know, after this, we should...

[Should what? It's lost to her own shenanigans, as he gets caught up in the roll and... well...]

WAH!

[...wobbles and falls flat onto his face. Don't blame him too much; even as a Servant, his Agility was C-rank at best. He winds up rolling around on the floor helplessly, and that sure presents an interesting image of the so-called King of Heroes. So much for being manly.]

H... hey! That wasn't fair! Now look what you've done, woman, I went and cracked my skull open!

[No, Gilgamesh, your skull is just fine. He's being a big baby.]

[His laugh is contagious, so she would be laughing with him if she wasn't trying to keep it cool. But it's hard not to, which is why she's always slipping. She had tried to seek a way to smile and laugh refreshingly. Perhaps his antics could help her.

Too bad she'll never know what he was about to offer. But at least she's not one to laugh at his misfortune and poor reflexes. In fact, she didn't expect his Agility stats to be that bad, otherwise she would've caught him.

The noise he made was ridiculously endearing, and while she would've thought it was cute, she was also WORRIED THAT HE HURT HIMSELF. Which would be her fault. She didn't catch him in time!]

Gilgamesh! [C-cute...he's rolling. NO STOP NOW IS NOT THE TIME. She quickly kneels down next to him, trying to tug him free from the fabric (this fabric is terribly strong, she's going to really have to buy it for real. It seems to be battle friendly).]

A-ah, I'm sorry, I went too far. Where does it hurt?

[As soon as he has more wriggle room, she cups his face and tries to find where he hit himself. In any case she tries to soothe (randomly) any possible place he may have "cracked his skull" open with.]

[Moaning:]

Everywhere.

[He hadn't even fallen a foot... but hey, if she's going to worry over him this much, he'd be a fool not to take advantage of it. Though it's quite clear he could wriggle himself free if he bothered to make the effort, instead he sits there, and pouts, and blinks ever so coquettishly at Vietnam. Who could resist eyes so red, lips so pert, and a face so handsomely in distress? This is a crisis, and it demands her utmost focus to resolve!

A+ Charisma: activated.]

I require immediate and intimate attention all over my body. At once. Ah, make haste, I am fading from this world...

[And it had been going so well, too. Perhaps the true colors of the King of Heroes are on display at last: those of an irredeemable pervert.]

[He's definitely, completely, utterly fine. Now, she will admit, he is very handsome and charismatic, and even she's drawn to that! And had he played her a little more, she probably would've fallen for it, because she could be incredibly gullible to people she likes (and some may think it's unfortunate, but he's in that list). Which is why--]

A-ah, really? Here let me help... [She gently ran her fingers through his hair, making trying to rub out the pain (what pain) before drawing it down his neck--

Then he had to open his mouth. A mouth she still needs to talk to him about because she still remembers the incident in the dungeon. Yikes. But yes...an uncouth pervert...

Luckily for Gilgamesh, she didn't go straight for the option to strangle or drop kick him, because this was partially her fault.

She hasn't pulled her hands back yet, but her eye twitches.] Is that so? Where does it hurt most?

[Uh-oh. Uh-oh. She knows, doesn't she? That twitch of her eye suggests as much. She's not buying this for a second. If Gilgamesh could turn much paler, he probably would, because he of all people should well know Vietnam was no innocent maiden... the way she'd railed against Moura, all anger, all pure, distilled rage, had proven that. This woman was hell on two very fine legs when she committed herself to it.

But now he's stuck playing his own game, and inevitably losing at it, and there's no clear path out of it so he may as well try his luck at bluffing her even though he will undoubtedly wind up with a very sore face because of it. Possibly sore other places, too, feminine wrath could be rather ill-discerning.

Here goes nothing.]

My cheek?

[So obviously that mean it should be lovingly and tenderly stroked. Might as well try to make the most of this...]

[Gilgamesh gets a YouTried.jpg star. Had he pushed further, he really would've ended up in need of a good heal (surprisingly, she'd be the one to offer it).

He could've said many many things, but of all places he went with cheek. Eyes widen slightly in surprise, because that was a lot more tamer than she expected. She's guessing he's either picked up on her cues, or she's just way too used to expecting worse from living in the house of France. Could even be both.

Hell doesn't have to come immediately, she can see how much further he tries to dig himself out of trouble. Besides, she likes meeting challenges, and really? That's a king bound before her, one trying to get out of trouble, one he probably could easily get out, but he remains. It's working on her subconscious (empowering).

So she runs her fingers up to his face before she cups his cheeks (both cheeks, she's covering both bases), tenderly stroking them. Outwardly, it looks like a simple action, but he should be able to feel all the slight finger movements against his skin, rhythmic and slow.]

Is this better? [Her voice is suspiciously smoother than honey...that usually spells trouble. Good luck, Gilgamesh!!]

[semi-open] come, let's fly.

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