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Carmen: *talking about her kids/colonies*

Carmen: I love all my kids equally!

Also Carmen: *can’t remember any of their names except South Italy/Romano, the Philippines, the Netherlands, & Mexico*

“Ah. But which type of vampire are you talking about? There are many of them.”

“So. Why did we stop believing in vampires?”

“Because they’re not real.”

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{ Send me 'Squishy!' For my muse's reaction to yours grabbing/fondling their chest. } surprised carmen is surprised. her chest - her lovely, ample chest - was being fondled. by who? she did not know. though whoever’s hands it was... they felt rather skilled. maybe. it had been a little bit of time since anyone had gotten at her chest, whether sexually or playfully. hence, the look of surprise on her face. ❝ wh-what??? ❞ she blinked & looked at the hands. feminine looking? did she know of anyone with hands looking that good? ❝ um- hi? can you release your hands from my boobs please? ¿por favor? ❞

Carmen raised an eyebrow. Of course Daan would say something like that. She had gotten used to at least 90% of the Dutch children spouting insults at her. Actually, she was used to most of her former colonies hating her.

She pursed her lips a bit and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. “If you’re going to insult me, be more creative about it. I’ve heard hostel/brother jokes as many times as you and your siblings have insulted me.” She wasn’t about to let them get to her. Not today.

“Besides, only good children get treats. And most of these are saved for your Papa.”

Daan stared at the Spanish lady with wide eyes and a jaw that would not stop dropped, until he finally was able to say something. “Isn’t that where whores stay?” That earned him a punch in his shoulder from his twin.

“You dumbass, that’s a brothel, not a hostel! Haha, are you gonna annoy the shit out of Pap?”

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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Now it was Carmen’s turn to rethink the short conversation. She too had misheard the comment and thought of it as an insult. But it was too late. The Spaniard was too deep in the situation to get out of it, and that’s final.

Carmen set the bag up on a counter and started to pull out little tins, a note attached to each of them. “Just a little something for each of you. What better way to try and get on your family’s good side than by little treats?” She gave the twins a smile before handing each of them a tin. “Don’t eat them all at once. Or do. It’s your choice.”

Daan stared at the Spanish lady with wide eyes and a jaw that would not stop dropped, until he finally was able to say something. “Isn’t that where whores stay?” That earned him a punch in his shoulder from his twin.

“You dumbass, that’s a brothel, not a hostel! Haha, are you gonna annoy the shit out of Pap?”

@resolduende​

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