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[dansk-dame]

@banamaak

She was red-faced and tried not to let it show too much, that the sharpness has gone to her head. She coughed only slightly and drank a little more water than usual, which didn't really help. "It tastes….delicious..and the spice isn't that bad",she tries to grin but instead some tears came up. "Nevermind".

[gebrochener-adler]

@banamaak

There were a great many things Roderich was unsure of in this world, and one of them most certainly was why his politicians were so very insistent on having him travel for diplomatic purposes. Especially whenever it involved his flights going over large bodies of water. At least the black sea had only been around two hours of the flight. Hunkering down in his seat while gripping the armrests got tiring. 

Grousing to himself, he shooed off one of his security members who was trying to usher him out of the hotel already. What was he supposed to do, go drop by her house uninvited? Hopefully someone had actually bothered to inform her that he was visiting, but knowing his politicians they may have left it a tad late. No, he would wait until one of his little security detail actually got a hold of her to ask if she would mind a brief visit or dinner. These sort of things were all for appearance’s sake after all. 

[scntlisi]

@banamaak​​ // Starter Call

“Ever tried cocoa tea?” A favourite drink despite the warmer temperatures of her home, she was never too sure how to describe it. Hot chocolate but a little more bitter? Someone said it was healthier, but she was never too sure if that was the truth. Did it matter for people like them anyway?

“It’s so good.”

[aux-armes-citoyens]

IMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kyokkou]

◂ ❚ ⊱✺⊰ ❚ ▸ @banamaak​ || 令和三年

“I hate to ask,” Kiku begins, watching Hikaru shuffle out of the room and close the door after delivering a tray of tea. “But I thought our usual catching up time would be the best time to do so.” 

The slow start was on purpose; Hikaru seemed to want nothing to do with the events of that last meeting, avoiding any mention of it like the plague and even passing off follow up meetings to him. Midsummer was coming fast, meaning Hikaru would have to face it eventually-- but even Kiku himself couldn’t stop thinking about the incident. There was only one person in the area at the time who could have seen anything else, and she sat before him with the garden outside as a backdrop. At least that gave the room a bit less of a heavy atmosphere.

Kiku heard the rarely-used television in the other room turn on, filling the outer room with the soft, familiar voice of a lead actress. A television drama, no doubt. That was all Hikaru wanted to do lately; stay home, immerse in fiction of any kind. 

“You’re the only one I saw around that day who might know what happened to Xiang. Don’t mistake this for anything sentimental, but I have a suspicion as to who it might be, and I also got blamed for it. My asking is really just for my own sanity.”

[codexandcompendium]

@banamaak -- beach babes

"Yes, we're going to stand here all day." Jo slips his sunglasses onto his face, shooting Iman a cheeky grin. Shoving a hand into the pocket of his board shorts, the Portuguese man began to walk down towards the rolling surf. “No, I’d rather not roast alive on the hottest part of the beach, if it’s all the same to you.” The humid, cool sea breeze wrapped around the both of them as Jo stuck the umbrella into the sand, dropping his beach bag next to the pole. “Lathered yourself with plenty of sunscreen, huh? Pity. You know that is one of my favorite things to do.”

[springswallow]

@banamaak has activated your Big Sister Powers.

Chūn-Yàn waves off the excuses. She knows what it is like to refuse help and be modest. But this ancient nation knows all too well that what really keeps them together is Vitamin P(ride). “That will not do! 来，来，let us sanitize it.”

One hand grips Iman’s wrist as the other turns on the faucet. A few deft motions later, and the minor wound is washed, then sealed by her own fingers pressing down on the cut and refusing to lift. All the while, she is assuring her friend that mistakes like these happen to every chef, especially the skilled. Those who kept their knives regularly sharpened would get the occasional cut, but the most spectacular meal.

“There. Where are your bandages?”

[diimsum]

@banamaak​ ; con’t from here

“Ah, Iman, you’re never reluctant to make yourself laugh. The silence around you is deafening.” An unamused cock of his eyebrow and the tilt of his head indicates his vexation. 

“Perhaps fixing that attitude of yours would help your own jokes land on perfect footing... but I guess for now, you seem comfortable with letting them slip at the expense of... attempting to bring others down. How sad, especially for a country such as yourself.”