ᴄᴏʟᴅ & ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ;

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                                               ❛That was eight months ago, Westergard.                                                               You know, before you totally fell for me?❜

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             { ♚ }; “Wait—”

                             Pain exploded in his right vision, broad knuckles                              suddenly sank in and connected with his cheekbones                              resulting in a dull agonizing sensation, that seemed                              to spread to Hans’ entire face— his neck snapped back,                              but he was quickly summoned to Kristoff’s side again                              by a powerful yank. Holy shit.

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                                      ❛As if I give a shit!❜

                              (  fist clenching tighter and tighter, kristoff worried for a brief                                  moment, that he might actually break his own bones. but it                                  didn't matter-- all that mattered was getting even, and sho-                                  wing this piece of garbage into  his  designated  trash can. )

             { ♚ }; “Ooooohhh, can you go with the right one?                                                                          I heard that’s in this summer.” 

                                           He snarled and grabbed Kristoff’s wrist— why does he have                                            to be so much bigger than him, this isn’t fair. Even military                                            training meant nothing against this hulking mass of muscles—                                            he was like a goddamn walking mountain. 

                        “Let me go, you moron. Imagine Anna’s reaction                          when she finds out that you’ve beaten me up.                          You think she’s over me? She will be never over me—

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                                      ❛Oh, right one?                                                            My fucking pleasure.❜

                              (  a growl escaped at the mans words, and it only sent kristoff                                  over the edge-- his free fist curling, and hauling upwards ;                                  effectively slamming into hans' upper facial structure, and                                  causing for the ginger male to be knocked out of the blond's                                  grasp. but it didn't matter-- the hatred was too strong to stop. )

          { ♚ }; “What the fuck died in your coffee this morning, Bjorgman?”

                                        Oh, no, this was a wrong way to approach an oaf like Kristoff.                                          But here he was, with his teeth bared, eyebrows raised and                                         breath tainted by the acrimonious taste of anger. Oh, nonono—                                         he should be suave and patronizing about this. Not—

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                                      ❛Do not even fucking speak of her, jackass.❜

                              (  with a snarl, the hulking  blond  leaned  forward ;  fist  bunching                                  up into the ginger's shirt, and  violently  yanking  him  closer  to                                  meet his eye level. how could anna have ever stooped so low?                                                                  -- and how could hans possibly let her go?. )

               { ♚ }; “Hilarious. Somebody’s been teaching you to insult people?” 

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                                      ❛Has somebody been teaching you how not to be a                                                               d i s g u s t i n g    p i g ?❜

                                      (  growling slightly, the blond merely leaned down to loosen                                          sven's collar-- running a hand through the dog's furr,  and                                          then releasing him. his dog knew better than to stray. and,                                          besides-- he didn't need to see his owner with such scum. )