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mm… i would do whatever you asked…
❲ slight raise of his chin, now having to look up. slow raise to his toes, trying to bring their faces closer. ❳
even meet that big and scary brother of yours…
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that isn’t quite what i meant, but… cute.
❲ gaining that small ounce of courage, sam extends his hands forward. fingers grab at the other’s waistband. tugging towards him. ❳
maybe a date first, before we go international.
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“ mm. french not all bad. “ he hums, carefully * ( sort of ) pulling out of the airport, trying to calculate how to get to his favorite taco spot.
“ you basically french now. you tell papa yet? he would устроил бы сцену. ”
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hands back on the wheel, beginning to drive away, determined to leave the airport as easily and traffic — less as possible.
“ planned on home… but we stop someone else, if want. you’re hungry? can get food first. ”
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“ get in. i not even know that word. ”
sunglasses on, he’s staring up through them to alexei. a shrug, “ should see license plate… has name. and number. ”
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He’s waiting patiently, music playing quietly in his headphones as he rocks back and forth on his heels.
Spotting the sports car through the terminal windows, he comes wandering out with his suitcase in tow as he frowns.
“Inconspicuous. They never see you coming, mat.”
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📲 : glad alive
📲 : coming to get in few seconds
📲 : don’t move
matvei is nearly at the airport pickup, falling only a couple minutes due to terrible pittsburgh traffic.
soon, he’s pulling up in one of his trademark sports car.
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