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M.O.C.M. TF2 chapter 12Alexander woke up, after a good night s sleep! He looked down, noticing that he slept in his dress shirt, tuxedo pants, and socks. He looked at the couch. Grace was still in her gown. The two must have fallen asleep right after dancing all night long. He smiled as she mumbled in her sleep. Apparently the bad habit was shared by both in the room. He flung his feet over the bed, and threw his blanket over her once again. She deserved to be warm. Wow! What a freezing cold morning!
He looked out the window. It was now up to his knees. The snow might have been enough to to strand them. Despite the cold weather he felt warm and fuzzy inside. As long he had Grace there wasn t anything that could bring him down. He crouched down, rubbing her forehead. She took a deep breath, and looked at him smiling. Hey, zhere, beautiful. He whispered. She smiled back. He treated her like such a lady. She stretched far and sat up.
Hey. She chimed rubbing his shoulders. You didn t need to toss your rabbit bla
M.O.C.M. TF2 chapter 11"Alright, Grace I'll give you ten seconds to explain why you are calling at six in the morning."
Grace bit her lip, wondering if it was a good idea to tell Saphira, but what was the point in hiding it, beside she only had seconds. "Well I wanted to tell you that I kissed Alexander..." She whispered as to not wake up her German friend. "...a real kiss."
The Huntress squealed a bit before clapping a hand over her mouth, "I KNEW it was gonna happen! I knew it!" She was practically jumping up and down.
Grace raised a skeptical brow "Did you now?" She asked looking off to the side. "Well, you probably wouldn't guess what he got me for an 'I love you' present." She smirked not knowing that she accompanied him while getting the present.
She smirked at the attempt to surprise her. "A snow white female Pigmy Pouter?" She laughed.
Grace looked at the phone wondering how she knew. "How did..." She then realized that Saphira didn't answer the phone yesterday, and Alexander DID say he would be gone
M.O.C.M. TF2 chapter 10Alexander woke up to a funny smell. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked up to see where it was coming from. It was coming from the bathroom. He swung the door wider to see what it was. Inside Grace was holding a stick up to her hair. He noticed it as a curling iron. He never knew a girl that curled her hair. He also never knew it gave off a smoky smell. When she unravelled and tugged lightly the hair cascaded down into ringlets.
She then used hairspray to make it stay. He watched her carefully, as she curled her hair ever so precisely. When she finally got each strand in place, she turned to see him watching her. "Oh!" She gasped. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" He hadn't really noticed the curls as much as he noticed something else! The power was back on!
"Hey, zhe pover must have come back vhile ve vere asleep!" He said smiling. He then looked down to her. "Vhat have you done to your hair?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Before she could respond he tried to push it
M.O.C.M. TF2 chapter 9The sound of gusting wind woke the German up that morning. He could recognize that sound really easily. He walked over to the window to look outside, and sure enough, it was a snowstorm. Gusts of snow were piled on the ground, as a flurry of new snow was making it's way down. He groaned knowing today would be exceptionally freezing.
Suddenly he heard a groaning coming from the couch. Startled he turned around surprised to see a lump sleeping on his couch, with half her body covered by a sleeping bag. her face was squinted tight, as she held the bag up to her face. He had almost forgot she was in his room last night! She looked pretty cold though. He yanked the sleeping bag away from her, despite her strong grip on it. It was her only heat protection, and now he took it. Thinking of a better idea, he grabbed the comforter off the bed, and spread it over her body. Suddenly clutched the front holding it up to her face, as she stayed asleep. he smirked at her childlike attempt to stay warm
M.O.C.M. TF2 chapter 8As Grace looked through the refrigerator, she thought how hungry she honestly was. After all she had not had anything other than a strip of bacon she had yesterday. She needed something in her stomach! In the fridge was a few slices of bologna and the Medic had a few pieces of bread. Why not make a sandwich?
She proceeded to close the fridge when she noticed that the handle of the fridge seemed wet! When she pulled her hand away, the handle was coated in blood. Looking at her palm it covered her hand. When she looked off to the side of the room, she saw Alexanders doves. Each one of them laying on the floor lifeless and covered in the same fluid as her hand. When she closed her eyes trying not to vomit she opened them back up, and they were replaced by bloody pale people. But it was it was not possible to see these people! They were her dead teammates!
She ran to the exit, and tried to open the door, but the dead Engineer grabbed her arm pulling her away, as the dead Demoman
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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