#konnytyp

[randainuovakar-blog]

"Can I have this dance?"

From her seat at one of the tables - occupied by several passengers that she was not particularly acquainted with - Tasya stopped clapping in rhythm as she heard a voice in her left ear, a bit louder than the music and the jeering coming from all around her. She blinked, hands curling inward on themselves lightly as she blinked up at him. “Oh! I-” In an attempt to be loud enough for him to hear, Tasya placed her hand gingerly on his shoulder, pulling him down to her level to be closer to his ear. “I’d love to dance!”

Her half-empty glass of .. well, whatever it was that she had been handed earlier by a cheerful partygoer, clunked against the surface of the table as she stood to her feet, giving him a sweet smile.

[randainuovakar-blog]

"what's that up there?"

“Huh? Up whe--”

Oh. So, this was going to be a repeat of last winter, wasn’t it?

Her expression, cheeks dusted with rosy red, curled into a sheepish smile; she ducked her head lightly, toying with one of the ends of long, wavy brown hair. “Is it that time of year again?”

[randainuovakar-blog]

"what's that up there?"

Tasya blinked; she was in the middle of stacking some boxes in the back room, before she brushed the dust off her self, sauntering back out into the main lobby of her office. “What’s wha-”

Ohh, oh. Whoops-- It was really a decoration, more than anything - it was made out of paper. Not even a real mistletoe. But, alas. “Oh! That’s a mistletoe. One of the students from the nearby elementary brought it in while the class was out on a field trip.” She smiled.

[borsaiolo]

@konnytyp

That morning, it was Lovino’s job to deliver the oats to Feliks’ ranch. Supposedly the guy had bought it already-- he’d just needed to haul it over. Which wouldn’t be a big deal in the slightest, if his horse hadn’t been enjoying the sunlight just a bit too much. At the speed she was walking, the carriage was beginning to wobble a bit too much for his liking - he couldn’t have an axle pop off.

“Hey, hey.” He frowned slightly as he called out to her. “Canella, slow it down. This isn’t a race.”

[bertheswedishchef-blog]

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(an uncomfortably long stare)

Berwald did not know who this stranger was, walking up to his garden when he was in the middle of weeding. But he didn’t say a word, just stared at the Swedish man like he was the strangest person he’d ever seen in his life. Berwald felt a little uncomfortable, but kept his stony expression closed off and stared right back. 

[livingflorally]

“Need a ride?”

This shipping cart was much heavier than it needed to be. Though, perhaps he did buy one too many bags of fertilizer. It was getting harder, and harder to pull. At least the sun wasn’t beating down, like it was the middle of the summer.

Hearing a voice, he perked up, and looked. “Ah, I would, but I’ve got to take this cart back to the shop. I can’t really just leave it here.

[hercegnoszena-blog]

"Hey Eliza!" He called, trotting up the road towards the farm on a large mustang, a wide smile on his face. "Got anymore Alfalfa for Princess here?"

She wiped the sweat away from her brow and looked up from where she had been stacking bales of hay into an old wagon. “Hey Feliks!” She called back, raising a hand to wave at the quickly approaching figure. “You caught me just in time, I'm about to head off on my delivery run. How many bales are you after?”