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[ micaela → kieran ]: you have 20 minutes to get over here bfeore i change my mind

[ micaela → kieran ]: make that 10

[ micaela → kieran ]: and bring food or this is completely over

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carrie had grown fond of kieran in the way a musician might grow fond of a fan who won a sweepstakes prize to spend a weekend with them. in that comparison carrie, of course, was the fan. okay, so she kind of had that wrong. she had always been fond of his aura, and she hoped she’d break him down to a point where he could tolerate her presence. did she take pictures of him to send to her friends back home because they thought he was cute? -- yes. did she put weird filters on him when he wasn’t looking and then upload them to all of his social media platforms to amuse herself? --yes.  ( this plan to make kieran tolerate her might not be working as well as she hoped. ) 

“bloody hell, your cheese fries A R E ace. mind if i?” taking a bite and disregarding her own mozzerella sticks, she hummed in joy, and a bit of nostalgia. “y’know, back home we’d eat these all the time while watchin’ a bit of footie. it would be the B E S T time. ‘n when we’d had one too many coldies after a win, we’d burst out into the national anthem. i know, i know,” teasing eyebrows prefaced her idea. “you’re wonderin’ how it goes.” 

despite his pleading for carrie not to sing, she did. and, she did it proudly. “ for we are young and freeeeee; we've golden soil and wealth for toil! our home is girt by sea; our land abounds in nature's giftssssssss,” ducking and dodging his attempts to cover her mouth, carrie only became louder with the tune of her home country. “of beauty rich and R A R E; in history's page, let every stage A D V A N C E A U S T R A L I A F A I RRRRRRRR. in joyful strains then let us sing--” silence. his lips upon hers in the middle of her favorite pub. his hands on the side of her face sent a jolt through her body that immediately erased the words of the song from her consciousness. and, as his lips broke from hers, carrie wasn’t quite sure what to make of the exchange. for a moment, her fingertips brushed against her own lips, just to make sure that it had indeed happened. sinking into the chair once again, her hand reached for another fry. before popping it into her mouth with a terrible attempt to hide her smile, the woman admitted, “if you wanted me to stop, all you had to do was say please.”