โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐'๐ ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐จ, @vipererouge. โ โ โ โ โ โ
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++ ring the doorbell, Esven and Elia beside her as she had their bags in hand.
As the door was opened, Oberyn had been revealed. He was even more handsome than before. It was the first time they had seen each other since the divorce. Everything had been drafted via +
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At exactly six is the morning, Talisa would rise from the bed long before the alarm would turn on. Her morning routine included working on her daily paper work before @ObamaWhiteHouse would get up to make the breakfast for the two of them and the kids. She'd flop down ++
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Fingers pulled on the last little ribbon to complete the details under the yuletide tree for @vipererouge 's surprise.
She had every thing planned out up to the littlest detail. His gift was stored in one of the boxes, a pair of infants' overalls which ++
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Trying to shrug off any trace of awkwardness, she'd attempt to continue the conversation with a hint of humor.
"Well it is a public building in Westeros. You're bound to see anyone at any given time." Laced with soft chuckles. "Although you probably should ++
โ โ it would seem thatโs where things are, extremely hard to stretch a conversation about vending machines.
โ โ โ that sounds ... casual, โ seal broken, digits dive to retrieve a chip โ ...
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A casual catching up. Was that what they were doing now? Eyes flickered towards the other as she slipped the handbag onto her shoulder.
"I have a client who wants to petition to the Supreme court." Work was usually the safest thing to talk about. "I haven't ++
"Very funny." Words uttered between struggles before she'd finally obtain the bag of chips from the machine.
"Aha! โ Got it." She'd happily declare, a grin coming across her lips. An unusual talent indeed. Rising from the floor, she'd hand it to him.
Eyes drawn to the other's face, lips allowing a small smile to curl.
"Robb." She'd courtly say. Designer hand bag would be placed upon one of the metallic bench ranges. "Allow me." Ever so carefully would she kneel in front of the machine. Carefully deliberating ++
That's what slim wrists are for.
Before he ends up hurting himself, the black haired woman would decide to intervene. "If looks could kill, that machine would've exploded already." An attempt at banter.