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franedel ha detto: ooc;; Ngl, I would’ve been dead LMAO. Don’t go to the dog park? Okay, imma go

I wanna know what those mural I think planes are about

I'd just stay outside and watch--

franedel said: ooc;; Ty! ♥

"The Indian Tracker—now, I don’t know if you’ve seen this guy around; he’s the one who appears to be of maybe Slavic origin, yet wears an Indian headdress out of some racist cartoon and claims to be able to be able to read tracks on asphalt."

This fucking podcast--

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franedel said: ooc;; Omg where are you listening to it?

My main thoughts through this whole thing is either "The fuck is this shit" or "What"

Right here is where I'm listening to it oh god--

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franedel said: ooc;; If you wanna RP, I’m up for it. I need to RP with more people anyway ; ; (BTW, thanks for the follow on preussensstolz ;u;)

((I'm an rp addict. I always want to rp. So yes.

And no problem, Schwarzy generally gets along with other versions of Prussia, strangely well))

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Sweet, dusty home || o p e n R P

Home- where was that, exactly? Without a penny left in his pocket, Mozart was left alone in Vienna. Roderich was probably off somewhere, perhaps in tears, and Franziska didn't seem to be nearby either. But as soon as he leaned against the Musikverein to rest himself, something strange occured. A random concertgoer approached Wolfgang curiously, perhaps wondering if the man right in front of him was one of those costumed people trying to sell tickets- it didn't seem that way. The man just so happened to look exactly like Mozart- he backed away, thinking he was seeing things, and walked back without saying a word.

That was strange... The man must have seen me! Normally, regular humans couldn't see Wolfgang, so this was a new experience for him. But he had no time to be standing around, he had to return to the hotel...

But if that mortal had seen him, who was to say others couldn't see him, as well? He had to sneak in carefully, past the guards, until he was finally in his old, dusty room again. A knock on the door caught him by surprise- had he been discovered?