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Je ne sais pas; qui tu es, qui tu es?

//Indie RP Don't Starve OC Sideblog.//
☏(i guess let's give one of my sideblog muses a shot. Wesley for Berrin)
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12. Their diary

"N-Nein! Give zhat back!" Berrin demanded, tensing as he saw his diary within the other’s hands. "Zhat has p-private zhings in it!"

 

"She vorks vizh me at Teufort base. Zhats vhere ve first met, actually!" Berrin rubbed his chin in thought, not noting the grin still plastered on his lips.

"Pumpkin is a very kind and gentle woman. But also playful and silly vonce you get to know her a bit more." he glanced down to the diary in his hands, feeling the leather cover with his thumb. "But um… don’t get on her bad side. I learned my lesson vizh zhat."

Wesley raised her eyebrows at the last string of Berrin’s words. Her nose scrunched up in confusion, and she couldn’t help but be fairly wondrous about “Pumpkin’s bad side”.

"If you don’t mind me asking… Why? What happened?" The Brit asked, her bottle green eyes glittering with interest in what seemed to be a darkening topic.

"Honestly, I can’t remember." Berrin admitted, shrugging. "I said somezhing zhat offended her… I can’t remember vhat, zhough. It vas a long time ago." He blinked at the woman curiously.

"Vhy are  you get so interested in Pumpkin all of a sudden?" He questioned, placing a hand on his hip and raising a brow.

"She sounds nice, and I’m just curious. Why do youuu ask?" The Siren shot back lightly, sniffing at the sudden question from the Medic.

"It’s not as if I’m going to gain anything other than a good idea of- your girlfriend? Is that who she is to you, or something more…?" Wesley asked, not even sure at this point if Pumpkin and Berrin were close enough to be something much more than boyfriend and girlfriend.

The chances of that dawned on her, and she realized how dumb of a question that seemed. Inwardly smacking herself, the Brit sighed through her nose.

☏(i guess let's give one of my sideblog muses a shot. Wesley for Berrin)
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12. Their diary

"N-Nein! Give zhat back!" Berrin demanded, tensing as he saw his diary within the other’s hands. "Zhat has p-private zhings in it!"

 

Berrin frowned, now becoming frustrated with this woman’s antics. His eye looked up to the book above his head and he sighed, extending his robotic arm up to grab it.

"Honestly, vhere vere you going vizh zhat? Tsk." He shook his head slowly, looking to Wesley again. "Her name is Pumpkin, by zhe vay. I love her very much. Now let go of zhe diary."

"Aw, ‘ow sweet!" Wesley rolled her eyes, handing the book back to Berrin. Crossing her arms, she fixed the Medic with a curious green glance.

"Wot’s she like, hm? You two are together, right?" The Siren asked, tilting her head inquisitively and blinking.

The medic retracted his hand back in place and held the book close to him, cautious to the fact that she might take it again. “Hm? Oh, ja, ja! Ve are very much together.” He nodded with a goofy smile.

He looked to the floor as he thought of a good description of his lover. “She has long, curly orange hair,” he started. “and beautiful green eyes. She’s also a bit short and chubby, but I zhink it’s adorable compared to my height.”

"She sounds lovely," Wesley commented, finding herself laughing at the BLU’s silly, lovestruck grin. "Wot does she do? Wot’s she like?"

The Siren wasn’t one to often question others, but this Pumpkin character seemed interesting. She’d never heard of her before, and Berrin seemed to be swamped with joy and love for her. The Brit somehow admired that.

"She vorks vizh me at Teufort base. Zhats vhere ve first met, actually!" Berrin rubbed his chin in thought, not noting the grin still plastered on his lips.

"Pumpkin is a very kind and gentle woman. But also playful and silly vonce you get to know her a bit more." he glanced down to the diary in his hands, feeling the leather cover with his thumb. "But um… don’t get on her bad side. I learned my lesson vizh zhat."

Wesley raised her eyebrows at the last string of Berrin’s words. Her nose scrunched up in confusion, and she couldn’t help but be fairly wondrous about “Pumpkin’s bad side”.

"If you don’t mind me asking… Why? What happened?" The Brit asked, her bottle green eyes glittering with interest in what seemed to be a darkening topic.

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The mime grinned widely at the siren, cradling a catcoon in his arms. Taming the thing had been a chore, but he’d managed, and it was at least relatively domestic! He nodded at Wesley, holding the creature out to her.

"Awww! ‘Ow sweet of you, love!" The Siren squealed, taking the seemingly tamw catcoon in her arms. It began to purr, and she crooned in delight.

"I love it, Wes! Is it a boy or girl?" Wesley asked, gently stroking her new pet’s fur and fluttering her lavender-violet wings forward- a sign of her affection.

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”!?!?!?!?” Who was that? Why did she put that in his neck? It was uncomfortable! Wes tried to take it off, lowering one of his eyebrows.

"Oh? Alright-" The Brit said, reaching her hands out to the collar before stopping. "-But, will you promise not to run away and do as I ask, love?"

Pulling her freckled hands away, Wesley’s half lidded, blood red eyes had somewhat hidden intentions and darkness in them, yet her voice was smooth and silky. If all went wrong, she could muster up her singing voice and use of magic to get him relaxed, willing, and under control.

Wesley doubted he could put up a fight, but she mentally prepared herself just in case.

"I’m curious-" Wesley began, as she began to play with collar in her hands, "-Do you happen to be with anyone at the moment? Relationship-wise?"

Her crimson eyes gleamed and she pushed up her glasses, tilting her head curiously at the little mime, expecting him to answer.