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//PUFFS HIS CHEEKS OUT// Cute is… cute. I do not know how to explain it.

—I am thinking so, yes! I need to find somewhere to get one though-

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Ah dinna ken what your definition of 'cute' is, but ah can tell ye, mine's certainly no' the same as yoors.

Sae ye are gonna get one?

That’s okay; it is close enough.

And it’s cute! Look how fluffy it is-

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Tha' looks mair li'e a LION than it does a soddin' bear, Iv.

If I cannot have a bear, I will have a dog.

This one.

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Ah jeeees' want to driiiink an' no' 'ave tae woooorrry about paperwork jest for one week is tha' too much tae ask?

Ah'v no' had a day off in yeaaaars, come on ye English bas, give me a bloody day off!!

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Ye wan' food? Entertainmen'? Company? 

Jes' sayin' ye want somethin' an' leavin' it at that isn'a very clear, ye ken.

I don’t know what I want but I know I want something and this is frustrating.

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He's going to stare at her for a moment.

Shite. Ah dinna ken, bi' ah'm sure a talkin' pomy li'e yoorself would be welcomed.

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Shite, thaur certainly are a lo’ auf ye thes time ‘round. Is thaur a party tha’ ah’v no’ been told about? Ah’ll bring liquor if thaur’s still time tae ge’ it star’ed.

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A lot of people visited the Highlands

Shite, thaur are a pure lo' auf ye visi'n me thes taim of year. Did ye come foor the rain, oor the fog?

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"Aye, ah ken about ye Time Loords. Ah jes' di'dna'e ken ye actually existed. Ye an' that Doctar bloke are only in tales tha' are on telly, after all." he shrugged, flashing the other man a cheeky grin.

"An' aye. Tha actual Republic o' Sco'lan'. Bein' a bloke who's seen each en' of the Universe, ah dinna thenk tha' what ah am is tae unbelievable?"

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Aye, recht 'n. Ah wish ye luck wae yoor... mill-fwayle. 'ave a guid naight, Fran. An' be saur tae check yoor closet foor trolls a' night.

Aye? An’ whi’s more impor’ant than knoo’n about critters what could pinch all yoor spare silvers from your pockets, then? He was teasing, of course, but grinning none the less.

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It was likely due to the fact that he hadn't been playing close attention that he hadn't noticed the other's sister. His grin only widened as she greeted him, almost nervously. "Och, shite. Ah didn'a see ye thaur, lass! Come oot from hidin', ye should come 'ave a drink wae us, tae!" His hand reached out, as if asking for the lady's hand. "Ah dinna thenk we've met afair. Eehvan's been keepin' ye secret on me." 

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Ian gives the Russian a bright smile, waving at him with a single gloved hand, cigar clenched between this thumb and forefinger. “Ay, Eevahn! Yoor certainly oot auf yoor way, aren’che?” Reaching up with his free hand, the Scotsman ruffled about the other’s hair before letting his hand drop away. “Come tae join me foor ah drenk?”

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He chuckles. Aye, ah suppose tha' is a wee bit mair important. Ye need ah hand? 

Och, come auf yoor highs. Whi’s ih’ gan tae take foor me tae get ye tae belive in Fae, Fran?

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Ian stared at the man, the teasing look falling away from his eyes. A more serious look moving across his face. "...Then ah'd say tha' ah' go a lo' auf questions foor ye. Li'e hoo' yoor even haur."

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( Alright I think I've replied to everyone. If I owe you a post from a while back feel free to poke me with sticks. )

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Aye? An' whi's more impor'ant than knoo'n about critters what could pinch all yoor spare silvers from your pockets, then? He was teasing, of course, but grinning none the less.

Och, come auf yoor highs. Whi’s ih’ gan tae take foor me tae get ye tae belive in Fae, Fran?

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Ian paused, blinking his eyes twice to try to catch his bearings. Wow. That had been... weird. "...Shite. A wee mair warning afair ye do tha', next time, lass." He had a good handle on magic, sure. But teleportation? ...that was kind of cool.

Hanna giggled a little and held out her hand. “Hanna Lovecraft.” She stated with a bright smile. “The pleasure is mine, darling.” Her eyes were bright. “Hood. I got me a drinking buddy.”

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Ian gives the Russian a bright smile, waving at him with a single gloved hand, cigar clenched between this thumb and forefinger. "Ay, Eevahn! Yoor certainly oot auf yoor way, aren'che?" Reaching up with his free hand, the Scotsman ruffled about the other's hair before letting his hand drop away. "Come tae join me foor ah drenk?"

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Och, come auf yoor highs. Whi's ih' gan tae take foor me tae get ye tae belive in Fae, Fran?

…Ih’s no’ a myth, ih’s a fact. Though if ye eat food in bed an’ leave crumbs behin’, ye may ge’ a visit from faeries. They’ll steal yoor socks.