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11- a Hug--It had been several weeks since he had spoken to Amalia. They just kept missing each other, it seemed. He would return from a grueling day of fighting to find his office cleaned and tidied for him, and his bed comfortably made. He guiltily realized one morning that he never thanked her.Amalia probably was not looking to be thanked. Not only was it her job, she also did it out of fondness for the man. If he was a father to her, he felt he was not a good one. He sought her out on purpose that evening. She was in the laundry room, washing all the uniforms, happily scrubbing away no matter how soiled and sweaty they were. He admired her for that.He didn't say anything, just walked up to her and took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, wet apron and soap suds and all. "Thank you." He told her quietly at last. It was all he said.
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"How could this woman be married to her husband? He just seems like he is of the abusive type. Would not be surprised if she wanted to be with someone else."
What fools these mortals be. [I dare you.]
Friedrich stumbled into his office, sighing, glad to be “home" for the time being. It had been a long day full of running mindlessly from rockets and sticky bombs. He was not surprised to see Amalia was in here already, cleaning up some trash he left on the floor. Unusually, she didn’t look at him when he came in, or greet him. It didn’t matter to him one way or another. He moved to his desk, running his hands along the smooth surface before plopping into his chair and-"PPPFFFTHHHHRRT!" The loudest, most ridiculous, most drown-out fart he’d ever heard in his life blasted from his hind-quarters. Amalia snickered.Friedrich, face beet-red, stood back up to retrieve the whoopie-cushion from his chair. He held up the rubber noisemaker, looking over at the culprit. He tried to look unamused, he really did.But a smile broke on his face. And he chuckled- once.Then he tossed the whoopie cushion at Amalia. It hit her harmlessly in the face. Then he sat back down and opened a book.
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Friedrich sighed, feeling bad for the poor overworked maid. He attempts to move her more comfortable- Friedrich is just barely strong enough for her weight. He places her on a bed delicately and is careful not to wake her, for she needs her rest.
Dirty Secrets (BosnianSniper/TheFairMaiden)
A poorly-timed Coldfront blizzard had packed around the RED and BLU bases, and malfunctioning heaters left the building something like a giant freezer. Steinkopf sat in his desk chair, bundled in several layers and sipping at a steaming cup of black coffee, breathing in the cocoa aroma. He was, however, alerted at the sight of a forgotten jacket on his coat-rack. It was not his jacket- it was a woman's, small and thick, and belonged to a certain maid named Amalia. She seemed to have forgotten it after she left, for she had brought him coffee not long ago and left as soon as she came. She seemed unusually busy today- busier than usual- and it left him mildly concerned about her current state of affairs. Cursing under his breath, Friedrich put his coffee mug down on his desk and stood from his chair. He hoped he could find her somewhere- he didn't want her to be without her coat with the base as cold as it was today. He took his time putting his socks and shoes on and bid his parrots farewell. Taking it off the rack, he proceeded to wander through the halls, searching for anywhere the woman might be. He assumed she was in the laundry room now, so that was the first place he would check. With the coat slung over his arm, he stepped into the laundry room.
"Madam, I thank you for the tea, but... please... learn how to leash your man. He's been throttling at others a bit too much lately..."
"Nini? He is at it again?! Mavi Sergej." Rubbing her head, she sighed. "I doubt there is a collar big enough for him. But I will see what I can do. If he does this again, just tell me."
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