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Carbonara

ts so unpeam :doncry:
          
          Klaus yawned, deciding to take a nap in the tank while Gregor and Emil were looking around. Walking up to the Leopard, Klaus heard some weird sounds coming from there. Frowning, Klaus climbed up the tank, opening the hatch to see... 
          
          “...what the...” 
          
          Klaus’s eyes narrowed as he found Arvad, along with Maho, in a compromising position. Arvad was in the middle of pinning Maho, who was half-dressed and blushing hard. 
          
          “Wh-” 
          
          “I-” 
          
          “...can you guys like not do that right now?” Klaus mumbled, grabbing a (root) beer can from one of the stowage boxes, downing the entire can. “It’d feel weird knowing my caretaker... did... y’know what I mean.” 
          
          Arvad coughed as he stepped away from Maho, quietly helping her dress back up, silently burning of embarrassment. Maho’s embarrassed expression was slightly more visible, although she kept herself composed enough for Klaus to not notice. 
          
          Arvad climbed out with Maho, who was now standing a short distance away from him, just in time for Emil and Gregor to come back. 
          
          “Oh, hi, Nishizumi-dono.” Emil said as he waved, oblivious to the tension that normally comes with two VERY excited young adults.

It's TAX TIME, mr. Tank Lover! Please give us a payment of 30 Cat Foods! :D

DUDE NARRY SAID HE GONNA DELAY HSC AGAIN BECUZ HE IS PLAYING DOOM ETERNAL
          
          we are so cooked

Narry apparently calls M4 Carbine as an Italian food now, help.
          
          (You'll know how he nicknames him when we drop peak lore of Narry's M4 Carbine)
          
          We love spaghetti. :3

blud does NOT have rizz 
          
          Maho shrugged, continuing to smile at Arvad. 
          
          “If you keep wondering and don’t accept my answer at face value, you won’t understand what I mean.” Maho said, leaning forwards. “So, in that case, good night.” 
          
          Arvad’s brain crashed when Maho leaned in and gave him an unprompted goodnight kiss. He stood dumbly in the doorway, letting a breeze in. Said breeze annoyed Klaus enough for him to wake up, walk over to Arvad, and bonk him in the head with a pillow before closing the door. 
          
          (yes this is another sneak peak, i've been lazing around for a bit anyways)

HEAR MY WORDS, COMMANDER.
          
          MY DEFEAT WAS IN NO BENEFIT FOR THE GDA.
          IN THE END, MY PURPOSE WAS NEVER TO END YOU.
          ONLY TO WEAKEN YOU.
          
          FOR THEM.

CHAPTER 1 OF BIGSHOT IS COMING OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another Good Girls Und Panzer story to my collection

i tried doing a speech lol, tell me what you guys think
          
          D Company started clapping, and Arvad couldn't help but start doing the same, feeling the suppressed pride in being a Fulda West student come out.
          
          "Alright, alright, settle down, young men." Schlicter said, motioning for D Company to stop clapping. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, clearing his throat. "So, before we start anything, could we have this year's commander of D Company come up to the stage and say a few words?"
          
          With a grin, Gregor nudged Arvad to go ahead.
          
          "C'mon, Boss!" Gregor half-whispered, pointing at the stage. "Get on there and say something!"
          
          Arvad sighed, standing up. He made himself look a bit more presentable before ascending the stage. Having the spotlight on him, both literally and figuratively, made Arvad wince in discomfort. He took the microphone from Schlicter, who gave Arvad an encouraging nudge on the back.
          
          "Good evening, D Company." Arvad said, looking around. "I know you guys don't see me that often, but I'm glad to be here tonight, seeing all of your faces."
          
          Arvad paused, wondering whether he should add to his introduction or to go with the flow. After a short consideration, he shrugged, deciding to throw his weight into going with the flow.
          
          "For many of you first-year tankers, it might be the first time you've seen  me... but I assure you, you are in good hands. You, no, we will see victory together! We will compete in the swamps, we will compete in the forests, we will compete anywhere Kuromorimine challenges us! We will compete wherever we are needed, because we are Fulda West! Fulda West has the best tactics, because we have been taught by the best! We have been taught by the best because we are forged in fire! My comrades, my brothers in arms, we will prevail against the tides of Kuromorimine's tactics, because we have the skills! We have the equipment! We! Will! WIN!"