#askingvitali

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He gave a nod, shifting his weight to the left side. “Do you…want to cuddle? It is nice to cuddle.”

She gave him a tired smile before patting the spot next to her. " Sure. I don't mind, and you're right that is nice." 

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"Made it up now." He gave a nod "Do you wish to talk?"

Ash thought about the day. she'd been exhausted all day, and having to go searching for firewood didn't help. " I don't mind. I'm just really tired." 

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asking-vitali replied to your post:He leaned forwards, placing a kiss on her nose before recoil in in fear of being stricken.

"Bad day means good things happen later. This is good thing, yes?"

" I've never heard that saying." she shrugged, tilting her head at him. " But i guess that's true." 

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Send me “♥♥” and I’ll generate a number to see what you get.

11. A rejection

Mike’s arms were folded, his expression was a lot sterner than usual. There were only so many things he was going to tolerate out of Vitali, and this was about the last straw.

"I don’t care what you say, you can’t get me to go on some kinda crusade against spiders. That’s too much work, man."

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Okay, you big meanie. Just poke his nose or something, don't let the little guy suffer. Just a kiss.

Pfffffft.

Vitali could barely handle an imagined kiss. I doubt a real one would ease his suffering~

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Why, it's not nice to let people suffer.

It's fun, though. c:

asking-vitali replied to your post “Pst. Vitali needs some relief.”

((Both of you? Little meanie.))

I'm more of a big meanie, actually~

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Vitali stiffened, slowly shaking his head as he processed what had happened. He felt his arm being tugged, they had to run before the corpses came closer before they surrounded him just as they had done to Mike. He pulled himself free from whoever had tried to pull him back, running towards were he had seen Mike fall. "Mike!"

♠ Don’t come over here! Please, Vitali... How would he say it? остановить? Not that it mattered.

♠ Mike found out that you couldn’t say much when your throat had been ripped out. Gurgling didn’t count, either, no matter how panicked it was. I can’t—

♠ I don’t wanna die here. Not here. I have things to do, this can’t be it! Jumbled thoughts were interrupted by a jagged pressing somewhere near his stomach, followed by a clearer observation: They got through the hoodie. Cotton and papers were soon followed by blood, as he found that dead and eager fingers were more than a match for mere living skin and muscle.

♠ Vi…ple…

♠ The last thing Mike could remember was reaching a hand out, towards… something? Someone? It didn’t matter now.

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"Are you sure?"

"Keep askin' and I won't be anymore~"