Larionov.

Arrow's papa. [RP:OC:21+]

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When the world turns ugly, I just turn and look at you. @DoseOfAllure

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@DoseOfAllure ~ were so familiar.

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@DoseOfAllure ~ being watched, he pulled his gaze from the table and nonchalantly searched the cafe, soon catching a pair of eyes that ~

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@DoseOfAllure ~ and were-creatures... pretty much anything magical that they could make money with. As he got the impression that he was ~

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@DoseOfAllure ~ infiltrated an Bulgarian/Dutch gang, that's mainly involved in trafficking of squibs, muggleborns, elves, veelas, mermaids ~

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@DoseOfAllure ~ refrain himself from rolling his eyes and sighing out in frustration. For dangerous criminals, they were very slow. He'd ~

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@DoseOfAllure As the men at the table went over the plan, explaining once again what each persons responsibilities were, 'Damien' had to ~

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~ table. "Damien, you're late." The guy said with a thick Bulgarian accent, acknowledging the tardy male. @DoseOfAllure

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~ way to one of the tables in the back, giving one of his 'mates' a friendly pat on the back before taking a seat at the @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ indulged the warmth, a soft sigh falling from his lips. His greyish blue eyes took in his surroundings before making his @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ successfully closes the case that they would decide wether he'd be accepted into the ICW or not.

Stepping into a cafe, he @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ finishing his training in Russia, Dieter was send out on his first official mission. Though, it's until after and if he @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ watch, he checked the time and cursed under his breath while quickening his pace. He was late, again.

After successfully @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ his black leather jacket closer to his body as he made his way down the busy streets of the city. Glancing down at his @DoseOfAllure ~

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~ some hope that it would be a good summer. Though, despite of it being mid June, it was fairly cold. The tall male pulled @DoseOfAllure ~

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After raining for five days straight, the sun had finally decided to make an appearance in the sky, giving the Amsterdamers @DoseOfAllure ~

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My WCW. @DoseOfAllure

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@DoseOfAllure Я тоже тебя люблю.

[Larionov. @DashingSoviet]

@DoseOfAllure Она есть.