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X | @crackedxtuliphead

“You look...ulækkert.” He sighed for a moment before taking a seat down beside Lars. With a gaze fitting, that of a disappointed father Magnus was quiet until he finally spoke his concerns. “How many nights have you been doing this for? Money is a fine safety net to have if nationhood ever falls through- however, it’s not worth making yourself useless.” 

Grabbing hold of the coffee filled cup he took it out of Lars reach. “Tsk. Tsk. Do I need to spend a week over here and make sure you get to bed a decent time from now on?” 

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X | @crackedxtuliphead​

“Right. Because that’s going to happen.” If he was completely honest Magnus stopped listening halfway throughout Lars conversation. The business talk wasn’t his expertise, after all, his speciality was more in the medical field and all of its jargon. 

“Why don’t you refresh me? I don’t think I quite understand what you’re asking from me right now.” 

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X | @amantebravo [squints @ the tagging not working]

“...More?”

“Now what on earth could make you say that? I understand we’re all a little subconscious about something. Although I’m a tad bit confused as there’s nothing to point out about your physical appearance that’s lacking.” 

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@engineerjones | X

“You leave that lazy bear out of this.” Those narrowed eyes showed he was serious, yet the smile slowly taking over those soured features only proved Tris couldn’t keep the irritation up even if he tried. “I’ve always been this way, although it’s gotten worse I’ll admit-” 

Reaching both arms around Al, Tristen clutched onto the big bomber jacket. Hoping he could catch a little lift back on his feet whenever Alfred decided to lift off of him. 

“Help me up, please? Next time let’s not roughhouse on ice. Or you’ll be on thin ice~!”

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Cont | @theoldbritishchap

“Shhhhhhhush! You need to let me finish!”

“Didn’t mean to sound ominous there.” He’s trying, he’s really trying. Magnus came here with no ill intentions and a case of beer. Perhaps he got a little loose-lipped in the process. Blame it on the drink he’s been sipping throughout the evening.

“I mean that I used to do that with you. Act nice for the bosses. Yet you’re not as bad I let myself believe. A little grouchy, but then again I’m told I complain a lot so I can’t judge.” And boy, can he. Sometimes it’s hard to shut the Dane up when he gets into that mood! 

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continued | @saudade-digest

“I mean one could j’st take a, uh...leak on the fire. Or, drown it snow but there’s n’ fun in that.” 

“Fuck, you’re getting me distracted.” With a grunt, he got up and out of the cramped area, already digging through his bag for Joaquim's gift. A case of beer. Alright, with that done now he’s back in the opening of the chimney trying, and failing might we add, to go out the way he got inside. 

“Help me-”