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part of me wants them to be romantic but most of me is just like sarkis wants to cuddle up to her and hang out and get drunk and do stupid stuff and then sometimes get dragged out in the rain for kissesand that's really confusing because sarkis that's romance a lil towards the end there buddy

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"Do you need more blankets?"

There's a groan from under the duvet he's curled up beneath, neither a yes nor no, but he does peek out eventually and blearily squint at her.

I don't know, Victoria. It's too hot with too many but too cold right now. This is awful. I hate it. Just make me not feel like this.

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i am sorry we do not rp as often anymore but goddamn victoria and sarkis u idiots i love themi love victoria she's gr9 dkgjsdfgfgd

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imquiteclever aka verszivo

So I was reading this article and I totally realized Victoria would know how to get to all of those sites and probably has work related reasons to do so (aka make sure no one is selling anything too weird) but she also may use this talent to give her friends some highly questionable christmas presents.

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Yes aynk’an hognats. Yes karotum yem im mahchakal.

Hataky ts’urt e, yev yes atum yem.

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"Dance with me!"

Dancing just wasn't his thing. It involved making a spectacle of one's self, drawing attention, and usually, he wasn't coordinated enough to feel comfortable with that kind of focus on him - even if only a part of it was. 

The rest was on Victoria, and realistically, that was the vast majority of it. So to that end, Dante should probably have been grateful for her being the one standing on a table with an insistent hand thrust down to him because this is so my song, or something like it. The words had been muddled well by alcohol and the sheer volume of the music in the first place. He probably should have been grateful there wasn't more of a scene, and that the bar was crowded enough Victoria was hardly the only one drawing eyes.

Instead, he was questioning in that moment of eyeing her hand and all the way up her arm, how this would look. Never in his life before hitching it to Dallas' had he worried about how things would look. And yet here he was, wondering ever so briefly whether, when they were undoubtedly kicked out at some point in the night, some lucky paparazzi would catch a snapshot and make the morning news for the next day. 

But Dante’s tab was already considerable enough to keep the bartender from having the bouncer haul them out bodily, and only liable to get larger. His hand was in hers a moment later, one foot hitched on the edge of a chair before the other levered the rest of him up onto the table. "One song," He promised with a tipsy smile and a laugh, as an errant glass tipped and spilt someone else's drink across the tabletop.

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Little Thing

There was a sheepish look on his freckle-dusted face, a faint bit of tan on his skin that suggested plenty of outdoor play had triumphed over egregiously Irish genetics, as he twisted his toes in toward each other, fussed his hands behind his back. "Momma said not t'tawlk t'strangers, but... you ainna straynger, raigh? So's...so'sokay."

Taking a deep breath that puffed up his tiny chest ever so briefly, he tipped a bright, white smile up at her before announcing: "I wanna be like-you when Imma grown-up. Awl... compy u t e r y'n'cool'n'stuff, yannow? Cawrl at school says they're fer nerds or wuddever, but I think he's jes' stupid."