@arielthelionhearted
"So, how much for one of your scales?"

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@arielthelionhearted
"So, how much for one of your scales?"
@marakama liked for a starter!
Where’s her wedding invitation, Ankur?
@collossvs liked for a starter!
"How naked does one have to be for 'dancing naked under the full moon' to count?" You know, for reference. Nothing more.
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Entonces...¿sabes bailar La Marenca? [this is a serious question.]
@theninthxian
The heavy weight of hesitance is as thick and palpable as the jar of honey sitting pretty beside the toast on the table. Ximena’s hands lay resting, folded together, only by force of will--If she allowed herself, they wouldn’t stop moving. They’d be tap tap tapping away at the wooden surface, or drumming on her book cover, or moving the items on the table around.
She does not know how to talk to the other.
Does she--Does she call him teacher now? Maester? Does she continue to mock him with the label Nana’s Boyfriend? Is she allowed to call him something more familiar? Abuelo? Tata? His real name?
“--Nana said you were a professor.” Top of his field, a field all to familiar to her family, “Was this back in China?”
@collossvs liked for a starter!
The day is, of course, somewhat revered in Ximena's family (for all but she have mothers), and thus the house is blooming with flowers and gifts (offerings as her Nana liked to call them) from family and friends around their neighborhood. Ximena is busy picking through them, having been assigned 'hex filter duty' on account of there being a few people none too pleased with her family. Typical.
"Oh here's another one," she levitates one carefully, mindful not to touch it, "What do you think Nana did to earn this?" The colorful package radiates a hostile energy, as if there were a small chihuahua inside.
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ey o ey gimme something for old man SAL
c r ies, i’m ngl, mar, i completely forgot his url, help a moni out pls