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Okay, what the hell's been going on since I left?
“…………………..”
“Satiate the craving.”
"...............JoNeS."

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flower-of-balaton liked your post: “Ghost-face, I’d be willing to bet you actually…
“Your sugar daddy is also a German, Miss Harlot.” (Implies the obvious.)
“What.”
"*Explains explicitly what she had meant by that.*"
flower-of-balaton liked your post: “Ghost-face, I’d be willing to bet you actually...
"Your sugar daddy is also a German, Miss Harlot." (Implies the obvious.)
"Ghost-face, I'd be willing to bet you actually like it when a woman talks down to you."
Okay, what the hell's been going on since I left?
Don’t fuck with me Jones.
“My carna— Did a dead tree hit you on the head Jones?”
“That’s not even what I’m looking to do, ice queen.”
“Hush, now, hush. I know these hungers exist deep down. It’s alright, take a bite— I won’t be one to judge.”
"......................."

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"You're not here to see moĭ starshiĭ brat,are you Avstraliya?" (Hiss)
Okay, what the hell's been going on since I left?
“Che. Time hasn’t made a difference with you.”
“And I can see it hasn’t with you, either.
But hush, now. That’s not the pressing matter at hand.
The pressing matter would be… your carnal urges.”
Don't fuck with me Jones.
"My carna— Did a dead tree hit you on the head Jones?"
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“Hmmm? Ghost face? What the hell are you doing here?”
You were on quite the long leave and your sudden appearance piqued my curiosity.
Why else would I be here?
"Hn. Is that so? Well, then ghost-face. You've seen me, show's over. Now get the fuck out of my damn lawn. Unless you've got some other business with me that you're keeping quiet about? I'll tell you what, I'll humor you long enough to hear it. "
Okay, what the hell's been going on since I left?
“Humph.”
“I’m offering salvation, of course.”
"Che. Time hasn't made a difference with you."
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"Hmmm? Ghost face? What the hell are you doing here?"

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" Oh great, if it isn't miss Harlot."
Okay, what the hell's been going on since I left?
"Humph."
You. Gained. A. Few. Pounds. Jones.
“Freedom of speech.”
“Like you’d even know what that means.”
"Regardless of your opinion on the matter pig. I'm simply practicing what you preach."
Hugging an idiot.
//Now’s her chance! The pig lowered his guard! HUGS!
[Grabs the pig in a firm hug and hell no is she letting go.]
“…”
[The hug catches him by surprise, and he steps back— no, that isn’t a yelp that escapes him. Nope, most definitely not.]
H-hey— the hell you’re doing—?!
[And he’s going to try to get her off him… emphasis on the word try.]
[Shut up and be hugged for five fucking minutes pig. She'd wanted to say.]
"... !!!"
[She felt increasingly irritated as she clinged to him. It showing in the sheer force of her hug.]
Wild AMERIKA appeared!
“Suspected molester on the loose. Tch.” Hint: Jones.
If anything, he’s quite sure she isn’t referring to him.
"..."

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Ya skuchayu po tebe. (I miss you.)
"..."
Oh, starshiĭ brat, gde vay nahoditesy!?
She wondered dismally, before glancing at the bag she was carrying dearly to her person. Seeing all the fools having fun, Natalya felt envious. She'd wanted nothing more then to have Vanya at her side: screaming, laughing and cheerful; singing happily, and drunken with his cute boyish voice trying to coherently speak to her. Such disappointment her beloved wasn't doing just that. Gde on zashel ... ?
Caught Under the Mistletoe
While Natalya Arloŭskaja cared very little for the ''Catholic Christmas'' and its involved traditions. Any event where she could be allowed a wonderfully opportunistic and affectionate reward from her dearest starshiĭ brat, she would participate in. Undoubtedly so, a rare kiss of fate under the mysterious mistletoe with her Vanya sounded right up her alley and her expectant, willingness towards it shown.
Is my eagerness showing?
The last thing Natalya desired today was to be the cause of her brat's visible discomfort. Deep in her heart she knew she could hardly contain herself. Why couldn't things be simpler between them? I... If she had the guarantee that he wouldn't whisk away from her grasp, she would have just grab a hold of her beloved and capture his lips with her own, under the pretense of some centuries old-catholic's tradition. While predominantly Eastern Orthodox, she was certain her starshiĭ brat had a few Catholic's crawling around his snowy lands.
As she made her way towards the nearest parasitic shrub, she began to tidy up her appearance. She had to look at her cutest for him. I wonder if he would find my Santa dress to be to his liking. She pursed her lips. At times, it seemed as if her starshiĭ brat enjoyed foreign assembles, so perhaps, this would be one of them. She hoped, or all would have been for naught. Tightening up the red ribbon on her head, she grimaced at the memory of purchasing her current attire. It had been a mildly irritable ordeal to purchase it, let alone dress up in it. She would have worn the dress he'd given her, that old blue dress held many memories and sentiments to its wear, but at the moment it was at the cleaners needing a few extra cares. Tch.
Looking up, she thought not of the off-chance and possibility of accidentally missing her target of fate and instead, having to kiss another gentlemen in this unholy, god forsaken night. Or heaven be damned, a woman. In any case, women did not kiss other women, specifically on the lips and even less romantically so. It was a thought too ridiculous for her to even begin to consider. Shaking her head and dispersing such vile thoughts with a grunt, she'd finally reached her destination. Eerie satisfaction began to swirl in her.
No one's here.
Under the nearest mistletoe, standing, Natalya waited for her destined one with hands clasped in front of her.
He will come.
Be still my heart.