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askpillow:

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you

"Excuse me, but you’ve got a little something on your face there."

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  Something on my face…?        Reaching up Alfred tried to remove whatever was on his face. Most likely food, considering he ate not long ago, but it could be foam from his coffee as well. Or milk.

yugoxlavia replied to your post “@eyesofanirishman | Cont. ( x ) [Text: Rian]: Is there a reason we’re…”
dont wanna block out the haters?
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Consider it done

Teodor

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   “I don’t mind at all,” Well, at least not until Alfred gave him reason to. Closing the door behind the American, Teodor crossed the room to the drop onto the sofa comfortably, turning his attention to the television that he had been watching prior to Alfred’s arrival. “So, what stuff are you doing here then? Anything I could assist with?” And there he went, offering up his own time to help another person with business matters. Well, he had to feel helpful somehow.

Alfred walked over to join the other on the couch, settle himself comfortably beside the other and gazing at the television. They spoke Serbian so he didn’t really understand anything but he liked to pretend that he did.

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  Not really here, but in Russia.        Pretty far away when you thought about it, but Alfred would do anything for a small break, and his boss couldn’t do much when he was in another country.         Say, what have you been up to, dude?  

@eyesofanirishman | Cont. ( x )

[Text: Rian]: Is there a reason we’re talking about my glasses??
[Text: Rian]: I’m hurt you don’t believe for them to be real
[Text: Rian]: Like they’re nothing but 100% real glasses, the hero gotta be able to see after all

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