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I'm a panda in your den. ಠ_ಠ
9 December 1991

bread & fruits.

“Turkey!” barked Greece, stomping up to the side of the building in a huff. He clung to a basket of lunch losing warmth. “What are you doing with Egypt?”

“Whass it look like, whelp,” declared the older man to the skies, sourly, “I’m admirin’ his sandals.

“Ah, sorry, little one,” Egypt replied, “We came up here to look at the purple flowers.”

“—You came up here to look the purple flowers,” Turkey grumbled back, with a nudge.


writes fics, likes cake & sweets & chips, reads bl & yuri, posts random things.

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