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| Russia | Mar 20 2011, 09:45 PM Post #781 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Kind of. Yes." |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 09:46 PM Post #782 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"How?!" |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 09:52 PM Post #783 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"They know what they're doing. Besides, they feel and taste good." |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 09:54 PM Post #784 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Taste?" he asked realizing that's the one thing that the tentacles hadn't done really yet to him. "They don't feel good either they're fucking weird." |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:00 PM Post #785 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"It's not that different than me sticking my cock in your ass or yours in mine. Or sucking for that matter...And...They have...different...tastes..." Russia's voice got quieter as he slowly fell asleep. |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:04 PM Post #786 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia blinked watching him fall asleep and thought it was just a little odd. They did usually fall asleep but not in the middle of a sentence. He moved so he could have Russia lying in the bed pulling the covers over him before he went searching for them. He didn't fucking care if it wasn't anything different than a cock up his ass or in his mouth, he did not like it and he wasn't exactly sure why either he just didn't. |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:07 PM Post #787 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia curled up in a ball, shivering as he pulled the blankets closer. "Gil..." He breathed. The tentacles were back in the box, but the box was mysteriously moved farther under the bed. |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:10 PM Post #788 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia looked around noticing the box but didn't see anything different since he wasn't that observant. He huffed still not able to put two and two together yet and looked over at Russia. He walked over and kissed his head lightly before getting dressed again. |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:14 PM Post #789 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia opened his eyes slightly. "Where ooh goin?" He asked, not very coherent. |
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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 | Mar 20 2011, 10:17 PM Post #790 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Just sleep I'm going to go eat something." |
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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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