[vladb1]

Beautifully edited little video showing the aspects of Joe and his relation with Joi, in sort of a different light than we're use to with ship videos. I recommend watching it.

[vladb1]

[vladb1]

vlad’s encouragement for her to indulge in pork belly is as warm as they come, though euphemia is not quite convinced. “oh, no, no. i eat too much, and i’ll find myself thinking about it an entire year,” that’s an experience she wouldn’t dare subject herself to—for a luxury to be repeated in her head, over and over, until the next founder’s day comes. “i’ll stick to my fruits for now, thanks.” she hasn’t ruled out having fun that day, however, and as such follows her refusal with an invitation: “how about face painting? that sounds exciting, don’t you think?” 

The smile never shifted from his face as she turned down is wondrous offer, it was expected in her part–– but he would never turn down the chance to try and connect with his fellow friends. “Understandable, but trust me, you’re missing out. The pork belly this year is out of this world. Truly something special.” He stated with a nod of his head, gazing down at her plate for just a moment at the sampling of her fruit. “Oh Euphemia, you know I’m a sucker for face painting. It’s like to read my mind. Count me in for all the fun to be had today.”

[vladb1]

[vladb1]

vlad was always in high spirits, considerably so on founders day. like a breath of fresh air—- a comparison that jan had no right to make. “better eat up, bud, you’ll need it if you want to beat my stats on the rowing machine.” a grin emerged. “or we could start with the ring toss.”

Vlad was aware of how Jan felt about Founders Day, or compound events in general–– so he couldn’t help but feel relief at his friends response. His smile grew considerably, shaking his head as he laughed softly under his breath. “I don’t think anyone could be your stats on the rowing machine, but the ring toss.. that could be arranged.” He spoke up happily, crossing his arms over his chest. 

[vladb1]

“Don’t hesitate––” Vlad stated softly waving his hands at the food on display before them, directing his fingers at one plate in particular. “Not everyday is Founders Day, take an extra piece of pork belly. It’s really worth it, trust me.” he insisted with a warm smile lacing his lips. He’d always been a big fan of bacon, and it was a luxury getting the best kind.

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