#tuesdaybroleplay

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Taras: "I'll carry you."

A heavy panting from the blonde could tell that she needed the assistance, but she looked up at the other and waved a hand. “I couldn’t… have you… do that…” Tuesday said, breathless.

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RUFFLE

Placing her hands on her head, she stopped the other’s hand from tangling her hair even more and she chuckled. “Stopped you there, didn’t I?!”

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Ruffle ovo

Tuesday squeezed her eyes shut as she felt someone’s hand ruffle her hair, the short strands shuffling softly on her head. She chuckled as the other stopped, and turned around to face Leroux. “Now, don’t tell me you just wanted to touch my soft hair again, Leu.”

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❖ (( AU ))

With papers all about, the blonde smiled to herself as she entered the office quietly. Seeing the Frenchman on the desk, his head buried under stacks of papers- possibly given by Commander Lucie herself- his tired eyes closed and lips parted slightly.

So much for lunch. She thought, setting the bag of food on a nearby table. Setting her hand on her hip, she sighed at Leroux’s tired form and walked over. Leaning her head down, she put her hand down in his hair softly and kissed his lips sweetly.

"Leroux~" She chimed, in a whisper.

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"We have to hide."

"What? Why?" Tuesday asked, looking with wide eyes at Natalia. Bursting through the front door of her home, Tuesday didn’t take kindly to people randomly opening her door and coming in, especially in such a fluster. But it was Nat, how could she say anything against her? "What’s happened?"

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[[NOT LIKE IT WOULD EVER HAPPEN BUT WHAT IF ✺]]

Tuesday blinked as she put a hand to her face, her eye wide with shock as she looked at Nikolaus. “Wh-why d-did you do that?” She said, breathless. Suddenly, shock turned into anger and her facial expression changed to match- and she threw her arms out, pushing him. 

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what if scenario ✺?

The shock had hit her as fast as the fist did and she fell back in a stunned silence. As reality began to come back, she got up wiping away at her nose. It hurt- possibly broken, she hoped not- and looked at the other with a hell of a glare. 

Not sparing any time, she brought her own arm around and returned the gift.

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((Care for interaction? ;v; ))

( Sure! I’ll make a starter now! )

With the wind blowing at the windows of the Military Police, Tuesday kept walking along with the folders in one hand and the other, playing at her newly cut hair. Sometimes she missed the length of her hair, putting it at the side always. It was time for a change, of course. 

With that, she looked around as she held the papers from Commander Lucie, signed by Commander Issac. As she turned to find the MPs breakroom, she thought she’d stick around for the weather to calm before she made her trek back to Trost.