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Usa: veras! un dia rusia vino a mi casa ebrio y enojado... puedo controlar a rusia un poco mas cuando esta ebrio si lo tomo con calma! bueno y en ese momento mientras acariciaba un poco su pelo, me dijo que le gustaria tener un bebe algun dia, ultimamente rusia se enoja conmigo, y pues paso lo que tenia que pasar, hice la prueba y pues aqui estamos

Y fue hací

Prompt: Your character sees mine being hit on by someone else. My character is clearly not interested, but the other person just won't take the hint! How does your character respond? --

While Yumemi scurried to order their tickets, the king let his eyes wander amongst the bustling area. Never had he been to a theater, at least of this class, so the experience as a whole was new; as was each "shopping" trip.

In the back of his mind, Munto wondered why his partner bothered to acquire such trinkets, while he could offer so much to her expense, but the outings made her happy, so he was content as such.

It was then that he noted a familiar face at the corner of the hall, huddled and overcome by a much larger male. Her face held an uneasy smile, yet clearly she was not enjoying the attention.

There was a cloy touch at her shoulder, which she struggled to shy away from. Never had he seen such disrespect.

"Excuse me." Walking over, he eyed the male with a gaze full of malice. "It is time to take your leave."

His opposed dared to clash with his rank. "Buzz off, asshole."

The corners of his lips broadened to a feral grin. There, Munto grabbed and turned him by the shoulder, shoving him against the pavement. It was then the man had noticed their gaping height difference and gasped.

"I do not believe you heard me correctly," he leaned to purr against his ear. "A gentleman does not force himself upon a woman. Now, I will not repeat myself again; take your insults elsewhere, peasant."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" {WFY verse}

"…Pardon?" A scoff skittered passed his cloy lips. "I have every right to act in such a manner! Your situation is understandable, just as her kin, however I—” five pads fist into his shirt, unmerciful, “—I have no legitimate excuse! For my dreams—my heart—should have given some type of direction—a sign—as it has in the past, heard her calling.”

"Yet all was naught. By the time I had listened, the connection we had bore was lost,” Munto snarled. “Have you any understanding how that feels, being the reason your cherished one had shattered—all from under your undoing?”

~

"Just five more minutes."