[ *slams Hands On Table* I Think After All This Time, I Should Come Back. And I Am! Inbox Is Open! ]

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“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.”

Love you

Gay

ha, true

at the mere mention of him possibly joining her, the tiny lady’s face brightened into a smile. there was hope for them being friends, even if it did come by way of sweets. either way, she was just excited to finally be talking to someone again other than her bosses.

oh yeah. she had forgotten that she was nearly hunted down for the sweets at her former charge’s house. ❝ just don’t be too hard on them. i can always make more for them... if they pay me,❞ she replied with a tiny smirk. ❝ turn your hobbies into a way to make money! ❞

she lifted up the blanket from the basket a little to show him, having to physically lift the entire basket for him to see. curse her creator for making her so short & those Dutch genes for making him tall. ❝ i looked up a bunch of recipes from around the world, so that we can taste new things! & yes i did make some Dutch & Spanish sweets so that we wouldn’t be left out. ❞ she gave him a wink before laughing to herself.

she clearly missed her times with him when he wasn’t being a dick.

resolduende

odd. for not seeing each other outside of meetings and other nation get-togethers, he seemed rather contained. carmen had no clue what to think about this situation, but it was not like she would complain.

❝ no. though a few of them did look like they were about to tackle me for them. ❞ the spaniard held up the blanket-covered basket & gave the taller man a sweet smile. ❝ it’s a wonderful day out today. & it looks like you could use a break from those sugar-saavy niños y niñas. care to join me? we could catch up on what’s been going on. ❞

It’s the prospect of sweets, Carmen. This boy has an awful sweet tooth, inherited by every single one of his kids. “Argh… I will tell them off for it.“ He sighed, but then took a look outside. She was right, it was finally starting to become nice and warm weather after the cold and gloomy winter days. He had been so engrossed in his work that he didn’t even notice.

“It really is a nice day out, isn’t it? Hm… I suppose I could take you up on that offer. What’s in the basket?” He was in desperate need of a break from both his work as well as the children.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by Arthur Kirkland

I’ll wait.

“You already spit out whatever goes in your mouth. I.E. Words. So you already have that going for you,” Carmen replied calmly, flipping a page in her book. She knew this man all too well. “Speaking of, how’s that STD of yours, hermano? Your balls stopped scratching yet? Or have they fallen off?”

Put your dick away

“Hmmmm..” He hums, as though hes considering the advice. “I suppose you’re right, nothing better than this mouth, am I right?” He says with a cocky grin, shooting a wink to the Spaniard. She should know, after all.

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

she let out a quiet scoff, rolling her eyes. ❝ oh ye of little faith. i don’t pay full price for anything. i’m too broke for that! ❞ she pointed to the box & smiled. ❝ but i saw it in a pawn shop when i was in Switzerland & got it for you. i hope you like it. ❞

resolduende

the Spaniard nodded, holding up a small box to the way taller man. ❝ i give gifts to all my family. even if one of them reproduces like a rabbit. ❞ her eyes flashed before she laughed a little. oh please don’t murder her. she enjoys life. ❝ this one’s yours. i couldn’t remember if you were the type to have gold or silver stored away in case of an international economy collapse. so i got you some silver. ❞

Tim flashed her an unamused glance. “You do remember I was a kid myself when I got most of them?” But he didn’t actually comment further on it, he was too interested what was in that small box. “Gold, actually. Gold doesn’t lose value when economies differ.” He muttered as he opened the box to reveal a silver watch, with an adjustable strap. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he raised his head as well to look back at her. “Did you… pay full price for this?”

“I don’t think I have a bow or arrow. I’ve never had to use that weapon... Oh!” She snapped her fingers. “We could try a spear! I think I still have one of those! You can use your strong arms to throw it up and see what happens!”

“If I shot an arrow straight up, would it come back down and hit me?”

“I…. You’re asking the real questions here. We could test you theory?” That was a bad idea but Lutz never had good ideas.

Muslim control of the Iberian Peninsula at its greatest extent.