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" Please, remind me again what we are doing. ”

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iwillriseagxin || toughxluck
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" Please, remind me again what we are doing. ”
iwillriseagxin said: *Anya grumbling angrily*
"What? What are you grumbling about?"
"Have you any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this?!"
"Because I'm s'possed to live around what you feel, is that it? Yeah, well, maybe 'm tired of feelin' stuff...Maybe I jus' want to numb it all out, ever think of that?"
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❝...You know, you're really scary when you get yelly like this...❞
Kristoff never had a problem getting to sleep, or staying asleep most of the time. Once he was out, he was out. He knew he was a snorer -- Sven complained often about that to him -- but what he didn't know, was that he also made this noise when he was really content while sleeping.
Of course, it never bothered him, but it was certainly noticeable to anyone around him while he was asleep.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
Floridian and Caribbean escapades - starter for iwillriseagxin
Miami. The Magic City. Grew from nothing but swampland, and now a vacation paradise and gateway to the Caribbean. A great place to spend the new year. Oliver Cross, 3rd in line heir of Cross & Associates, was now part of the body guard detail of Czar-in-exile Alexei Romanov and his sister Anastasia Romanov and her husband Dmitri. They were also all good friends now at this point, having survive their European adventure. Now, they were in Miami to celebrate the new year, and that night had come and gone and it was brand spanking new 1929. The Royal Russian Quartet, as the papers called them, were staying at the Paradiso Hotel and Spa, another hotel owned by Oliver's family. The four of them were sharing the penthouse, and Oliver was the first up. Technically being a part/co-owned, he had to make his rounds inspecting. He was now returning to the room, with a breakfast cart. He carefully opened the door. He had now idea if his friends were a wake yet.