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[arrogantedingly]

Ok. So I don't mean to sound really crazy but the last thing I remember was dying and, you know, not a fan of dying here! I sort of enjoy the whole breathing thing --

[ TOUCHING AT HIS THROAT which last thing he remembers had SORTA BEEN SLIT when -- whoa -- boobs? ]

[ SMALL NOISE OF PANIC. ]

Oh for gods sake, enough with the mind tricks already!

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[himawariedingly]

[Have a very very scared nearly seven feet tall girl with long blond hair running towards you.]

[arrogantedingly]

[ USUALLY BLOND IS HIS THING BUT THIS IS MAKING HIM NERVOUS ]

Um...

[himawariedingly]

[She isn't looking forward but gazing over her shoulder half the time, so she'll directly crash into you if you don't dodge, dude.]

[arrogantedingly]

[ As much as I'd love to have her bounce off his personal shield, SURVIVAL INSTINCTS ARE STRONG IN THIS ONE. Dodges out the way last minute, trying to work out what you're running from and if he should run too |: ]

Um, what are we --

[ ... running from? ]

[himawariedingly]

[She whirls around and stares at him. Calming down as she doesn't see Belarus anywhere near them.]

Hello.

[Eyes still darting around, but she really tries to pull herself together now.]

[arrogantedingly]

Um, hello? Is there something chasing you -- animal, vegetable, mineral? Big teeth?

[himawariedingly]

[A gaze half crazy with fear.]

My sister. She's here.

[arrogantedingly]

Is she armed? Guns? Grenades? Sharp objects?

[himawariedingly]

[Thinks for a moment.]

Most likely.

[arrogantedingly]

Oh. Ok. Then we should uh, hide. I mean. Before she gets here! What-- what does she look like?

[himawariedingly]

Long hair of the same color that mine has, and the same color of eyes, too.

[And she wants to marry me. Why does she want to become one with me so desperately?]

[After all Belarus is the one person in this world that he does not want to become one with him.]