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‘You are shorter than I remember…’ Fannar says with a hum in his voice, bringing his hand to the top of Miloslava’s head and then to his chest, measuring out the Belarusian’s height against himself. Fannar quickly recalled that Miloslava wasn’t the type of woman one would want to anger, but he only tensed his jaw, forcing a small smile to convey his joking manner. He wanted to laugh, but he knew he’d just be embarrassing himself. ‘I didn’t know that people grew backwards.’ 

Cuz Cait wouldn’t wanna, and I don’t wanna share Mila. Watch.

[txt: Caitydid] hey wanna be my guest star on OF

The tall man was standing firmly in the doorway, his arms folded, and shaking his head at the small woman in front of him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, “I told you, the theme is blue tonight, and that dress is clearly in the greens.” He rolled his eyes as she protested and called him something he was sure was an ugly name in what he assumed was Russian, but he didn’t really know. Whatever it was, and whatever she said, he wasn’t getting in past him. Or at least, she wouldn’t have, if an equally tall man hadn’t come strolling up past the line, his hands casually in his pockets, and his stance well at ease.

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Roderich could never be one described as being exceptionally emotional. In fact the standard far for him was rather to accept a false stoicism, to hold onto a cool veneer no matter how infuriated or desperate he was underneath. There had been times where this was not the case, however instead he had merely taken out his emotions on others through sharply barbed comments or objects thrown with peculiar precision. That had been in the days where his power had been far more certain. As it had waned, he began to cling more and more to the idea of self control as it was a means of exerting dominance over a conversation in the only way he had left. 

“To the birth of Christ, sister!” He knocked again and unlocked his knees, smiling behind the scarf piled over his face. He brought chocolates, the handmade gift will come later, mailed to her a little closer to Christmas itself. But, always, there had to be chocolates when he came to visit.

He didn’t remember her favorite kind, so he bought the box with the widest selection, again.

       as soon as the sole of her shoe presses against him, the englishman pauses, a scowl curling at the corners of his lips. though his gaze isn’t focused, his irritation is palpable. clearly she just enjoys bothering him. was this his punishment for getting drunk ? it wasn’t as though he was expecting company anyways.

Lily was sitting quietly on the bed, fidgeting with the end of her jacket when she heard the door downstairs open and some voices confirming that someone had come in. She sat up straight and listened as closely as she could, to see if she could tell who it was. It was difficult to make out, but she was certain there was a female voice she hadn’t heard before. And then someone saying “Natalia.” Could it be the woman she was to room with? The one she was scared to meet, but would have no other choice? Could it be Belarus?

It took little time for her guess to be confirmed. She could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and then stopping outside the door. She swallowed and quickly stood to attention before the door was opened. Cold blue eyes met her large, frightened green ones. The other woman just stopped and stared at her, and Lily felt her gut tumble out. She clenched the hem of her jacket tighter and bit her lip. She knew it was impolite to not introduce herself. Were Comrade Beilschmidt here, he would have smacked her upside the head already and chastised her for being so slow. 

Ena could feel her eye twitch as she watched her. She had nothing against pumpkin spice but it had to be the most basic bitch flavor she ever tasted.