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xxDeletedAccountxx Report | 09/05/2021 5:37 pm

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xxDeletedAccountxx Report | 10/13/2016 4:52 pm

I'm so sorry.

NagisaShiota1000 Report | 01/26/2016 4:01 pm

hi u look nice today and i never heard of you though :O :3

Toris Lorinaitis Report | 03/12/2012 12:23 pm

"Hello?" Opening the door ever so slightly, it'd been months since he ventured outside, much less answered the door.

Maples Are Love Report | 01/21/2012 1:58 am

(( It's....been a while, hasn't it?
n_n ))

Comrade Russia Report | 12/09/2011 3:23 pm

*The Russian's ever-distant violet eyes brightened slightly at the confirmation that this was the right place after all, though the small glimmer of happiness was quickly smothered out as the taller man registered the swollen lump taking a rather large portion of his nephew's cheek. He was given little time to check the damage, however, as the region dove in for a (much-needed, it seemed!) hug. Ivan's thick arm not occupied with holding the basket moved easily to return the contact, a soft chuckle escaping his pale lips even if he had yet to know just what had happened to the poor boy's face.* So many summers, so many veenters.. *He paused for a moment, despite the smaller man's urging, to enjoy the familiar but time-distanced feeling of him. He spoke on the end of a breath, giving the boy a final squeeze before allowing himself to be guided inside.* ...Far too long~
*Once inside, the ever-smiling man chanced a brief look around the compound before returning his violet gaze to the one he had come all this way to visit; most particularly and unashamedly to his swollen cheek. His arm rose slightly to better demonstrate the basket, the smile on the Russian's round face soft and warm.* S dnem rozhdeniya, malenki~ <3

Comrade Russia Report | 12/08/2011 9:15 pm

*Drops by with a woven basket carefully packed with a freshly-baked berry pie that had 'С Днем Рождения, Авель!' carved carefully into the crust, a few jars of jam and quite a variety handkerchief-wrapped sweets and cookies, all of which were gently cushioned with a few wrapped parcels- the first (a long, hand-knitted scarf) the second (a pair of knitted wool socks) and third (a set of warm gloves and mittens fit to insulate against the coldest of winters) each set in such a way to keep the baked and preserved goods from tipping or disturbing one another if jostled slightly during the journey to the young Dutch region's home.
The walk had been a little bit longer than he remembered, but Ivan didn't mind the distance. It was good to get out, good to take the air once in awhile. Especially with how much he had been staying to his house lately; playing a game of stubbornness with his boss that made him feel every moment in threat of being carted away for re-education. But that kind of thing didn't happen anymore.. or so they said. His boss had thought he had complete control of the Russian, but things had proved quite to the contrary even since his return to relative normality. Sunday's elections had proved what he, what his people, could do if not treated as they should be.
Pausing before the modest structure, Ivan wondered briefly if he had found the right place at last. He vaguely recognized the place, but.. it had been a very, very long time. Stepping up to the door, he knocked his glove-covered knuckles against the wooden frame; the prospect of buzzing the bell not immediately occurring to him.*

MikoIaj Report | 10/12/2011 12:52 pm

o ~ o Bruder! Be careful! *Reaches over, patting his back* I'm not going anywhere, no need to hurry.

MikoIaj Report | 10/05/2011 9:24 pm

Hmm.. Lucien? *Blinks, not really remembering that name* Ahh, yeah.. I was really excited about that too, but.. I'm pretty sure we'll all pull through. *Though either way, it didn't effect himself too much. He could sleep in a shallow grave with no amenities. He's done so before.*

MikoIaj Report | 09/14/2011 12:45 am

Advancing.. Progressing.. *Waves a hand, plopping down into a chair, smiling as he watched him meticulously prepare the tea, not about to insult him be not drinking it* Hmm.. any love in your love? I'll answer for myself, I have none.