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laurentnatalie:

“Merci, you look lovely as well. You always do.” She said sweetly, blushing a bit at the compliment. “Oh I can keep my bag in the car it’s no big deal.” She said with a little shrug, not minding not stopping at the apartment first. “I’m starving, so dinner first.” She said with a bright smile, running a hand through her hair. It was wavier than normal form being in a braided bun all day for dance.

“Oh no, you’re too sweet to me, sweetheart.” Winry blushed. She did her best to look nice all the time, but it didn’t always work out. Not that Natalie had seen so yet. “Alright, sounds perfect.” She headed for the car, opening the door for Natalie politely. “I’m pretty starving myself. So, did you have a nice practice?”

ACE

Winry had been really excited when she’d gotten an invitation to dinner from Natalie. She definitely enjoyed her company. She hadn’t actually known if Natalie was going to contact her again after the night they met. Some girls didn’t bother after they’d slept together, but Winry was glad that Natalie wanted to see her again. Once she got the go-ahead, Winry threw on her favorite jacket before heading to the train station to meet up with her foxy lady. She’d made sure not to be too slow, even if she was sure that Natalie had been joking around, and beamed as she caught sight of the other woman. “Bonjour, my lady. It’s nice to see you again.”

Natalie beamed when she turned and saw the woman, glad she had changed out of her dance clothes and actually looked presentable for a dinner, just wearing simplehigh waisted jeans and a crop top, along with a cute pink leather jacket, but it was better looking than her sweaty dance clothes. She still had her dance bag on her shoulder though. “Bonjour, madmoiselle.” She said sweetly, kissing the woman’s cheek. She could pass it off as a french thing, but really she just wanted an excuse to kiss her. “It is lovely to see you again..you look amazing.”

laurentnatalie:

Natalie squeaked softly when the young man stumbled off the bench and into the snow. “Oh! We are in New York. Queens.” She answered, keeping in English. Maybe it would be easier for him. “Are you okay, monsueir?”

Roland could feel the small snores coming from his lips as he slept hunched over on this public bench. How much time had he spent bent over sleeping? His dreaming self couldn’t even remember what had triggered it to begin with. He was ignoring responsibilities and real life. This as easy until he was feeling himself being shaken awake. “A-Ace - just let m-me sl-sleep.” He whined.

Natalie found the sleeping man quite adorable, but she knew he shouldn’t be sleeping out in the cold. “Monsieur? Excusez-moi, you are sleeping on a bench. I am not Ace I am Natalie.”

laurentnatalie:

Natalie laughed softly, finding the woman’s eagerness quite a turn on. “Oh yes I think my brothers care for me quite a lot. They’re actually quite protective of me..almost overbearingly protective go be quite honest. They’ve scared many boys away from me. It’s funny that they do that though, since I do not intend to sleep with any boys.” She laughed at her own little comment. “That’s perfect, and good to know I can call you any time.”