princesses dont marry kitchen boys

dimitri antonov. former kitchen boy. current waiter. 26. "why panic now with everything to win?"

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axyaromaxov:

“Because of three reasons.” She told the other holding up three fingers as she explained, “One, it seems like far too much effort. Two, you’d whine for the rest of the day if I managed to do it with ease and you couldn’t.” She spoke, lowering each finger with each reason. “And three, I’m far too amused watching you and your attempts.”

“Come now, princess. I’m sure I could take it, if you really could do it and I couldn’t.” He said, pretending to pout. “Think of Vlad’s list. This will put you so far ahead I will have no chance of winning.”

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mcriebonfcmille:

“It’s cause it’s pink- isn’t it?” Marie asked with an eyebrow raised, plucking the cherry from her glass and popping it into her mouth. “Colour doesn’t mean it’s not going to taste great, it’s fruity and fun- just like me.”

“Well, I’m more of a beer man myself.” He said, nodding in agreement at her statement. “But I guess I’m going to have to take female advice from now on. You guys seem to know what you’re talking about.”

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“You know, I was worried about your choice of drink, but this isn’t actually too bad.” Dimitri chuckled, taking another sip out of his glass.

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axyaromaxov:

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Anya asked, watching as the other seemed to be struggling whilst she stood back, no plans to hurry and help out. In fact she was pretty content with observing them with a small smirk on her face.

"If you’re so adamant that I don’t know what I”m doing, why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?” Dimitri looked over at her, raising an eyebrow with a huff.