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From:

Do you have time to talk?
I have something I need to ask you.
If you don't have time now, we can set up an appointment for a meeting?

[ This had been an interesting cycle to say the least and it was with great reluctance that he finally knew he had to talk to someone. He didn't have to get into details, if he spoke in hypothetically it wouldn't give too much away, right? ]

From:

schwarzen

[ This message comes soon after America's network message. Siegfried doesn't sound particularly irritated, more amused, but he is curious. ]

I suppose France isn't too much of a change from Francis.

From:

herocomplex

_{[ oh look.. he's texting during Cordis. You think he would learn his lesson by now to not deal with Francis during Cordis.
And yet. ]

hey france
ur like the full hard on embodiment of sappy-fappy romance shit yeah?
making sure i got the right guy or if i should txt italy instead lol}

From:

menphina

You've never taken this long to get into a lace thong, amour. It's not chafing you, is it?

From:

herocomplex

_{[ America had a pretty great time capturing critters in Pokeball reject cubes, but he was mostly excited about the festivities that came afterwards. There was food— crudely shaped food— and it was delicious. But of course, he was updating his Prismagram feed every time he got a hold of a particularly lewd produce, and, well, he would eat it. Do it for the Vine, as they say.

After awhile, he found himself paying close attention to almost everyone who walked by.. something about their chest, or thighs, or ass. He had a lot of different shaped foods but didn't think there would be a connection to his attraction to everyone's certain features and the food.

He's paused taking a bite out of an apple that has some nicely defined pecs to gaze longingly at the back end of someone who was looking at a different booth. Once his gaze drifts upwards, he recognizes the curly blond hair and slowly sinks his teeth into the apple, sucking juices from it before he decides to talk to France. After all, France is his friend.

France is greeted by a hearty slap on.. the back, thank goodness. ]}

Hahaha! Yo, France! What are you looking at so intently over here?

From:

ringlette

(( from here ))

[ Excitement races through Marie's body at the idea of meeting up with her beloved country. Her reply comes up a mere bunch of seconds later. ]

I would truly, truly love to have your company, mon chér France! You are not interrupting anything!

From:

menphina

YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY THE

|^^^^^^^^^^^^| ,,
| SEXY TRUCK | '|""";.||.___.
|_..._...______==== _|__|..., ] |
"(@ )'(@ )""""*|(@ )(@ )*****(@)

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY! IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN, YOU'LL BE CURSED WITH UN*SEXYNESS FOR 10 YEARS SO PASS IT! HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!

From:

mayoninofukucho

[France is getting a text message!]

Hello France. I said I'd tell you when I get into the Moon Knights. I'm in now.

[He's known for almost a week now, but... let's just say the whole ABO situation distracted his attention. He would have made for difficult company with his Astella rune driving him crazy.]

Let's best skip the Sanguis cycle. My first duty starts on the 6th, so if you're free someday from then onwards we can have a drink or something.

From:

herocomplex

_{[ Late one evening, not quite he middle of the night, but late: ]}

what is "bukkake" ????
i thought it was a japanese entree but when i asked someone they just laughed and didn't explain so i think it's something dirty

anyway i'm embarrassed they laughed at me
so fix it

From:

edle_gestalt

I am at the store. I am not buying anything today. I am browsing for reference.

Gold tones for the living room? Eggshell, ivory, muted woods?

Blackout curtains are probably best for privacy when needed.

From:

edle_gestalt

[The temptation to drift off to sleep after a round like that is extremely high, but Austria opts to tough it out. After dismounting, so to speak, he loosens his grip on France's shoulders and unties the bit of cloth that had bound France's wrists above his head. He also unfastens the bit gag, relishing a moment of toying with his hair as he does. Once it's gone, he leans in for a kiss.

Allowing himself to carefully collapse back onto the bed, he rolls to face his lover, lazily laying a leg over France's to entwine them a bit. Can't have him getting away, as if either would want to.]

We need a checklist... [He licks his lips idly.] I'm already realizing we left your clamps on the brand new coffee table. This may be our little haven but I don't want to forget to put anything away if we end up having guests.

[He's still half-hard, thanks to the moon, but it's nothing urgent.] Considering, you know, I suspect we may find ourselves in this exact situation quite often with our newfound privacy.