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YE KNOE I CAEN DO TH'SAEM FER YE WI' THE BROGUE IN' ME FLOGGIN' BY THE QUALMS OF TH'AGLAST DOAER.

Guess what.

I found it somewhere around the internet. You know it's not safe to be a public figure. Yeah this is going straight to all of the families for Christmas

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HEY MATE TAKE A LOOK AT THIS HAHA.



THE BLOODY THING SPARKLES THROUGH THE PHONE NOW OMG

Of course he didn't have to visit her, and though he had promised to help her out sometimes, his sudden drop-by hello happened on the wind of the moment. It was common for Donald to sporadically visit shopkeepers and pals, but lately, he had been seeing Lili pretty often. On some days, without even thinking, he would find himself making a casual bee-line down the familiar promenade of Sloane street and his first instinct was always to find the Flower Pot. Despite his better judgement, Donald hadn't been able to fully resist the temptation of seeing her. The feeling was strange, confusing, odd, and again, terribly confusing. There was no definitive road map of Donald's logic, and it would definitely not be able to be followed with a pointed finger. He was wedged between two great emotions, one being fear and one being something he could vaguely call love. This was nothing close to the equilibrium he had set himself in.

Who was to blame for this dissonance?

The moment he greeted Lili, the phantom smell of those lilies that invoked his senses with a single answer. The single name that echoed in his head made his blood boil beneath his smiling complexion. Bloody bastard.

Then and there, Donald decided that he had to coax his mindset off of paranoia by spending the evening with Lili. If anything, he hoped to talk to her, or find any solace by being with her, or just become distracted and befuddled by her charm and sweetness. Spending more time with her outside of the shop was a perfect way of edging him away from the hidden dirks of anxiety. Plus, she needed help with something, and he'd much rather help a lady out than anything.

Besides, he told himself, nothing will go wrong. Life can't be that coincidental!

Thereafter, he and Lili had a grand trip to her abode, all safe and sound without a peep of a gunshot within their parameter of traveling. Yet the real concern sprouted its roots when Lili opened her door at the steps of her home. The way her doe eyes widened made Donald feel an initial tinge of shock in his nerves. Life can't be that coincidental. He was already fearing the worst. Bloody bastard.

After Lili took a step back, he gingerly set down the box of pots, the hard clay surfaces clanging against each other. When he peeked his head in to confirm or disprove his assumptions, he felt all immediate feelings wash away to be chilled with an absolute numbness.

"Maybe we should just go through the back--"

Confusion. Calculation. Re-analysis. Blink. Understanding--yes. Yes, no---no.

Wait.

"Wait," Donald blurted as the realization slowly donned on his complexion. Simultaneously, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wait one--bloody hell. Oh God, Jesus---AOIFE?"

He had the impish smile that looked impossible to wipe off, the one that became mixed with disbelief and mischief. The cheeks of his freckled cheeks became rosen with a flush of color and the pinch of his dimples appeared off the corners of his lips. That was his bloody twin sister lip-making with his co-worker. He could just hear the other man's file being read in his head.

"Wait, wait, wait---" Donald began moving his arms, shaking his hands as if he was begging for a moment's respite. On the contrary, this was comedy gold, and he definitely wanted to savor this moment. 

He took a step back and leaned against the door to support him up. Placing a hand on his temple, he cried, "You guys are--! Vash."

VASH ZWINGLI, the Swiss of the MI6, 'AKA', Chipper, the resident anal man that had went on a mission with--.

The energy just exploded within his body, making his arms jerk up at the epiphany. Taking a few steps around, he took at quick glance at Lili with a pleasantly shocked expression and then back at the other two. Then he spread his arms towards the two, as if he was showcasing them to her.  Yet. he could not muster the words to accompany his actions, and all that was expelled from his throat was a simple, "Ha-ha!"

HE. VASH. AND MY SISTER. Things just got fucking real. Mind-blowing. He ran his fingers through his hair as a way to calm the nascent emotions that bubbled from within his chest. Nope, there was no use calming anything now. In a moment's time, the chuckles escaped from his lips.

"Oh... my God, mercy," he bellowed as he pressed his fist against his lips, hardly holding back his mirth as he doubled over. Donald attempted to speak between his chortling, but he could not contain his fits of laughter. There were so many lines that were crossed. "YOU TWO ARE BLOODY INSANE!" he managed to say after taking an eyeful of the couples' paralyzed expression.

Coincidences, hah. He'd tip his hat up to this one.