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Fernando Pessoa
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*snorts*
It is not your place to tell me to leave, filthy mouro.
Dun call me that, Catholic dog!
Dog?
Come now, Adnan bey, I would have thought you to come back with something wittier!
Perhaps bitch, seeing as I am female?
*SO AMUSED*
Or whore.
Or Harlot.
I could go on.
Oh. How classy of you.
Is it my turn?-
It’s yer turn ta leave. >:|
Não.
Perfectly fine here.~
Yer European diseases are gonna get everywhere.
So leave.
Last time I checked, your general area strung your diseases in our directions.
bahmans-zenith started following you
Ah, Iran.
Handsome as ever.
Hmn.
-waves his hand in an idle hello-
Spare the flattery, it only does badly on your part.
Perhaps.
Well I suppose I can’t complain about seeing your face, I like to think we have gotten over…our differences.
Oh, indeed we have.
-turns to purse his lips and look up at her-
I’m not one for holding grudges, far too old for that.
-waved his hand again- Excuse my ill manners.
Likewise, amigo.
-smiles politely, flipping her hair over her shoulder-
-oh what hypocrites they are-
*snorts*
It is not your place to tell me to leave, filthy mouro.
Dun call me that, Catholic dog!
Dog?
Come now, Adnan bey, I would have thought you to come back with something wittier!
Perhaps bitch, seeing as I am female?
*SO AMUSED*
Or whore.
Or Harlot.
I could go on.
Oh. How classy of you.
Is it my turn?-
It’s yer turn ta leave. >:|
Não.
Perfectly fine here.~
Ah, Iran.
Handsome as ever.
Hmn.
-waves his hand in an idle hello-
Spare the flattery, it only does badly on your part.
Perhaps.
Well I suppose I can’t complain about seeing your face, I like to think we have gotten over…our differences.
*snorts*
It is not your place to tell me to leave, filthy mouro.
Dun call me that, Catholic dog!
Dog?
Come now, Adnan bey, I would have thought you to come back with something wittier!
Perhaps bitch, seeing as I am female?
*SO AMUSED*
Or whore.
Or Harlot.
I could go on.
Oh. How classy of you.
Is it my turn?-
It’s yer turn ta leave. >:|
Não.
Saudai o Sol que desponta sobre um ridente porvir: leoa-dos-mares asked: ♥
*her expression softens*
Sim, dark as night, black as pitch, blacker than the fowlest witch! *chuckles*
But I am flattered you think me a lantern to be drawn to..as a moth, I mean.~
roxaannneeee, you don’t have to wear that dress toniiiight-Me? A moth? *low chuckle* You flatter me so.
You are a lantern, a psiren, a mermaid, a jewel,
for your lovely voice I would travel the seven seas…*He leaves his post and picks up her empty hand with his, bringing it to his lips*
for the smooth touch of your fingertips I would brave the unforgiving night sea and expect nothing in return..
nothing, except maybe a kiss? *tilts his head up at her, earring jingling at the small movement*
*Reluctantly, she allows him to grasp her hand, dropping her other to her side
….Perhaps there’s a smile blooming on her blushing face, too.*
Why, a kiss in return for a brave epic such as yours? Simply unfitting!
*pulls her hand free of his, bopping his nose gently with a finger at ‘unfitting’*
However, …*grasps his chin to bring him back to her height and closer* I suppose a kiss…*whispers softly, against his cheek* will have to do…~
*And a gentle kiss to his ear, perfectly out of sight~*
*snorts*
It is not your place to tell me to leave, filthy mouro.
Dun call me that, Catholic dog!
Dog?
Come now, Adnan bey, I would have thought you to come back with something wittier!
Perhaps bitch, seeing as I am female?
*SO AMUSED*
Or whore.
Or Harlot.
I could go on.
Oh. How classy of you.
Is it my turn?-
