♚ 𝗿𝗮𝗰∙𝗰𝗼𝗻∙𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲
(noun) raconteur-euse || a gifted storyteller, able to spin amusing tales from everyday life. a person who tells anecdotes in a skilful and amusing way; a person proficient at yapping.
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"𝗆𝗂𝗁𝗒𝖺?" "𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾?"
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𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗘𝗧 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Perhaps Maribel was celebrating too early, but who could blame her? She had just escaped kaiser's wrath by a hair's breadth and so the plethora of relief that encompassed her was blinding to her senses.
Whilst Maribel was scared shitless of the possible consequences she'd face in their german lesson, her countenance remained firm. Not divulging any signs of worry when in reality, she was sweating buckets. She hadn't spoke a word during that lesson and before any of those around her could question her behaviour, she was quick to say something about how tired she was or how the lesson was putting her to sleep. It seemed to work, for they had not bothered her after.
Aside from her not moving an inch and staying frigidly frozen, she occasionally felt an intense stare burning holes through her head which led to an excess amount of figurative tears flooding the caviller girl's mind. Her first thought was, 'when the hell was Kaiser fucking cross-eyed?!', but she soon dismissed the stupid idea. maybe her mind was playing with her, she was probably just imaging it now that she was absolutely conscious of her surroundings, though that in itself didn't make much sense. If she was aware of her surroundings then surely she could notice the little things like someone staring, no? Hah.
