#orphancaretaker

[signorapollo-blog]

Here. [hands her a gift] Ah'm yer secret santa. Ye look like ye'd burn easily in the sun, so Ah got ye sunblock.

[turns to the woman] Oh? [looks at the gift and chuckles] Actually, I usually just tan first before I burn like hell but either way, I’d need it. Thanks, bella! [ <3 ] Wait let me just get your gift from the back...

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[gyogyszer]

She stood behind him as they waited to be checked out of the store. She had been standing for ten minutes in line, but she wasn't complaining. Instead she had been staring at his ponytail. It was long and dangled there, begging to be pulled. Her hand started to raise up, but she quickly put it down. 'No,' she thought to herself, 'Ah'm an adult now. Ah don't do such chidlish pranks.'

The line is insane. If Daniel’s guess is right, he’s been standing here for about fifteen minutes. On normal days, he wouldn’t really mind this. Today, however, is different and he has to go back to the clinic in ten minutes or Agatha will skin him alive. Of course, the last part was just an exaggeration but he really needs to go back; it’s the clinic’s peak hour.

As he stood, he did not take notice of the woman behind him who seems to be eyeing his ponytail like a cat waiting to pounce.

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[oftheseaandtheland-blog]

"Peter, ye know the rules; no sweets before dinner. Hand it over." She held out her hand in front of him.

Peter pouted and crossed his arms. “Ah thought ye wouldn’t notice.” He replied, unconsciously mimicking her accent. Nonetheless, he smiled and surrendered the chocolate roll. 

“..You’re right, Ally. I’m sorry.” His face lit up, “So…what’s for dinner?”

[talesofalifeatsea]

She leaned inside his house through an open window. "Hey, what are ye readin'?"

“Wh--!!” The sudden voice startled him enough to drop the book. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???”

[randainuovakar-blog]

"For the last time; Ah can't hang a shelf up in my home. Ah live in a tent!"

“Oh- I’m so sorry!” Tasya fretted; her fingertips touched her lips anxiously. “I didn’t know.”

[garofanirossi]

"Carmen, what did Ah tell ye about playin' in the mud? Ye can play in it, but put yer hair up. It's hard to get mud out when it's caked in here." She brushed more clumps of dried mud out of her hair.

The feeling of the clumps being brushed out of her hair made her giggle - she swiped some away with her own hands, and wiggled her toes - she was covered in mud. But she wanted to make mudcastles! Much more durable than sandcastles.

“But my hair is too short to put up.” She noted, running her muddy hands through the curly tendrils. “See?”