[ certainly, it hadn't been a bad cabin. it possessed charm in all the simplicity, the faint fragrance of wood left alone for a time. berwald had even thought: he liked this.
it hadn't been a bad cabin.
he'd only just lowered his suitcase to the floor to look out the window when the cabin's quality became a matter of serious debate.
he narrowed his eyes the slightest bit at some shrub or other. ]
[ nothing but blood with you. blood and love or blood and rhetoric, but God forbid love and rhetoric without the blood. !!
[ comma, Berwald shortly grasps the handle of his suitcase and hefts it up onto a top bunk. note that this bunk bed lies a comfortable distance away from what bunk Denmark's plastered himself against.
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it hadn't been a bad cabin.
he'd only just lowered his suitcase to the floor to look out the window when the cabin's quality became a matter of serious debate.
he narrowed his eyes the slightest bit at some shrub or other. ]
[ ... noncommittal-inclination-of-head for you. ]
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Don't give me that look, it's charming! It's even got bunk beds.
[ comma, as he's leaning against one of them, grinning. ]
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[ comma, Berwald shortly grasps the handle of his suitcase and hefts it up onto a top bunk. note that this bunk bed lies a comfortable distance away from what bunk Denmark's plastered himself against.
bunk beds indeed. ]
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onehandedly he drags his own bag over and flings it up to knock Berwald's suitcase away, aaaaall smiles. ]
I call top!
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