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| Russia | Nov 20 2010, 11:14 PM Post #21 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia glanced back at the direction of the kitchen, then back at his book. He sighed and set it down, laying on the couch. Why is he here? What does he want? |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Nov 20 2010, 11:19 PM Post #22 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia quickly drank the rest of the beer not even feeling buzzed. I might as well ask... He got up and walked to the living room. His arms were crossed as he leaned in the doorway looking at the Russian. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Nov 20 2010, 11:20 PM Post #23 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia tilted his head back looking at the Prussian upside down. "Da?"
Edited by Prussia, Nov 29 2010, 07:06 PM.
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Nov 20 2010, 11:21 PM Post #24 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Are you mad?" he decided to just ask him to get it over with. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Nov 20 2010, 11:22 PM Post #25 |
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"Mad?" Russia asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Nov 20 2010, 11:23 PM Post #26 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Are you mad?" Prussia asked again his eye twitching a little. He may want to get this over with but he still wasn't one for saying it outright so easily. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Nov 20 2010, 11:24 PM Post #27 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"What should I be mad about?" Russia sat up and stared at him. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Nov 20 2010, 11:25 PM Post #28 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia growled a little and couldn't help but glare at him slightly. "Were you mad when I didn't come back?" |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Nov 20 2010, 11:27 PM Post #29 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia's eyes widened slightly, and he looked away from him. "It....It hurt at first, but then...I got used to it a few years later when everyone else left. In a way, I still have you...But you're just...freer." He murmured quietly.
Edited by Russia, Nov 20 2010, 11:29 PM.
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Nov 20 2010, 11:30 PM Post #30 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"So, you're not still mad?" Prussia asked feeling a little bad now. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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