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excuse u you're going to make me sEND THIS BACK

DECO*27 - Love Distance Long Affair feat. Topi / 恋距離遠愛 feat. とぴ 

{ ✉ } Drunk Text Message.

[ INCOMING MESSAGE]:

To: Ib

From: März / Märchen von Friedhof

...h3ha wwat am I even w w w riting buttt hall0

fräulein lets waltzz sometime OK? just gunnA

sleep

because headache nao zdfskljllfdsjlkfds

*sneezes awkwardly*

senpie you ruined the moment ! ! ! ! oene elvevne

Steve's head snapped suddenly at the thudding foot steps that seemed so close, they deemed him unfit for this manor..but no more shall the grey stand in the shadows as a mere human mocks him with his lengthy strides, he would have to take charge of something other than the Italian, something else that may take off the pace the pathetic runner had set in store for Steve.

The monsters mind slowly clicked into place like some cranks settling from motion, take the woman to take his heart and to take his heart takes his power..It could already hear its own movements drawing ever closer to the not so fast female who didn't own the feet of her lover until eventually he hears her breathing and she knows it's too late.

The Italians movements slowed to a halt as if knowing.

"Justina..?" He asked, his emotion unknown in a measly attempt as he then tries again, louder.

"Justina!" He yells it this time, tears prickling on the edges, closing their way to escaping and showing the man at his weakest.

Could it be..that shes been..?

Suddenly a noise, a echo is made and the mans legs work into gear once more, but not to run away again, but to find and to discover, to discover where she was before..

'!' The mans frame is startled at the sight of his lover in the hands of such a foul beast.

"Give her back!" He growls, his fury, his flare showing in his words as his fingers snap defensively, ready to charge.

"G I V E  H E R  B A C K!" Taking out the book in hand the mans fingers tear at the page trying to find a spell to help ease such a predicament but minutes from using his attack a feeble voice is made present. "Stop." Said the female voice. "Ju-Justina..?" Whimpered the shocked Italian, handing down his book as soon as the notion is muttered. "It's okay.. I've accepted it.." (And that's as much as I wanna do now.. I'm really tired. I might have a part two in place.. I don't think you'd want it though.)

Steve's head snapped suddenly at the thudding foot steps that seemed so close, they deemed him unfit for this manor..but no more shall the grey stand in the shadows as a mere human mocks him with his lengthy strides, he would have to take charge of something other than the Italian, something else that may take off the pace the pathetic runner had set in store for Steve.

The monsters mind slowly clicked into place like some cranks settling from motion, take the woman to take his heart and to take his heart takes his power..It could already hear its own movements drawing ever closer to the not so fast female who didn't own the feet of her lover until eventually he hears her breathing and she knows it's too late.

The Italians movements slowed to a halt as if knowing.

"Justina..?" He asked, his emotion unknown in a measly attempt as he then tries again, louder.

"Justina!" He yells it this time, tears prickling on the edges, closing their way to escaping and showing the man at his weakest.

Could it be..that shes been..?

Suddenly a noise, a echo is made and the mans legs work into gear once more, but not to run away again, but to find and to discover, to discover where she was before..

'!' The mans frame is startled at the sight of his lover in the hands of such a foul beast.

"Give her back!" He growls, his fury, his flare showing in his words as his fingers snap defensively, ready to charge.

"G I V E  H E R  B A C K!" Taking out the book in hand the mans fingers tear at the page trying to find a spell to help ease such a predicament but minutes from using his attack a feeble voice is made present. "Stop." Said the female voice. "Ju-Justina..?" Whimpered the shocked Italian, handing down his book as soon as the notion is muttered. "It's okay.. I've accepted it.."