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" Would you like to..? "

A small voice can be heard from a small, pink and white rabbit with a blue bow, whose eyes glimmered with love and hope almost persistently.

" I might not be much of a good dancer, but I can teach you mister! "

She made sure not to startle him as she tapped on his shin beforehand.

      “ I wish I could dance with someone again… ”

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    Live on into the new era, Kenshiro!                        I will forever be watching over you…!                                                                - @starofvirtue​

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// hi im so sorry for the long hiatus i promise ill get back to RPing soon

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Everything about this pained Wesley. From the lies, to the framing, to the murder of a woman, and an even more unfortunate suicide of a man... all because of those lying Stepford-smiling bastards.

The thing that pained him the most though? Seeing Gatsby— his Gatsby —in such amount of pain. Everything was thrown at him and even when he got the help he needed, ... he still felt like he didn't deserve a penny to live.

Richard placed his soft hands on to the billionaire's, their palms pressing against each other as tears dripped down Jay's face in a desperate fashion.

" Because even dead men deserve to be remembered, dearest.. Can't leave you alone like that. "

night terrors, nurse, and console with wesley >:3 (@cupid-complex)

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

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" ... is that you? "

The searing pain going through his back, knocking him off his float and sending him into the water. Couldn't breathe. Only pain could be felt while water filled his lungs and choked him with a mix of the blood, felt like the ring was tight around his finger, like deep down-- he knew. He just knew.

He could feel a quick breath escape him in a faint panic, his eyes opening. He was covered in a cold sweat, but he hadn't focused on that. What he tried to focus on were his own surroundings-- it wasn't the pool. Wasn't the feeling of floating in some empty void, no. It was... a hospital. With him in bed, his head having snapped up in his sudden wake, but the second he found himself looking around just a bit more... Seeing a familiar brunet-- a Welshman, from what he managed to remember. He knew him well. Really well-- it was just... oh, god, his head was spinning... Felt cold...

" ... Richard? " A quiet voice, at first in disbelief. Did someone actually visit him? Did Richard stay with him?...

" ... is that you? " He found himself repeating that. Just-- was that him? Was someone really there with him? At first... at first, he thought he could see blonde hair. He thought...

... He thought Richard was someone else for a moment, but-- that didn't make him any less happier to see him. In fact, it just made him feel a bit better as he lightly blinked his eyes... Didn't realize he found himself tearing up.

A deep breath. Calm down, Jay. Sophisticated gentlemen don't cry like that...

" I-I thought.. I thought no one was going to visit... " He sluggishly moved a pale hand up to his face, trying to find the strength to wipe his eyes, but he couldn't even do that.

" ... why visit a dead man, old sport, huh? "

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" What do I think of you, you ask..? "

The Welsh espionage found himself repeating those words back to the wealthy man before him.

" Usually, I would've responded with a quick glance, a statement or so.. And yet? I find m'self almost.. lost with words. You're humble, that is one.. " he started off, " You're also considerate of others, always making sure anyone feels safe n' sound.. "

      “ Well, old sport, I have to ask… what do you think of me? ”

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That. pat on the back hurt like fuck... but he ignored it to acknowledge the fact that Volkhardt, the giant German military man everyone fears, accepted his invite? For real..?

" Oh..! Sure! " he piped up, beaming excitedly yet still sweating bullets.

He can't believe this was happening..!

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Rubbing the back of his head, a sheepish smile soon spread across Larry’s face – the faint dusting of blush wasn’t helping him either.

“ I mean, if you want of course! I could even pay for everything if I’m able to.. Unless, you wanna pay? I don’t wanna force you to or anything – just a suggestion!”

He was practically swearing bullets at this point .

      “ Well, I would love to! Und– nein. I will pay. Ist O-K! ” He gave a light thumbs up before gently patting Larry on the back. Still felt like he was getting hit by a fuckin’ freight train to the shoulderblade, if anything.

      “ Cafe? ” He then offered, cocking his head to the side.

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Rubbing the back of his head, a sheepish smile soon spread across Larry's face – the faint dusting of blush wasn't helping him either.

" I mean, if you want of course! I could even pay for everything if I'm able to.. Unless, you wanna pay? I don't wanna force you to or anything – just a suggestion!"

He was practically swearing bullets at this point .

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Larry fumbled a bit with his words in front of the large German man.. who he was at chest height with.. Needless to say, he was fumbling for a reason at best.

“ You see, Volk.. I wanted to try and, uh.. ”

His face felt redder and hotter, was this normal?

��� You think you’re free anywhere? ”

      Volk blinked his eyes a tad… he was quite short, wasn’t he? Especially for– well, he presumed he was an American guy… “ Ehn? Oh! ” He soon cracked a large smile, placing his hands onto his own hips and let out a laugh,

      “ Ja! I am– why? Would you like to spend time– er, with me? ”

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Larry fumbled a bit with his words in front of the large German man.. who he was at chest height with.. Needless to say, he was fumbling for a reason at best.

" You see, Volk.. I wanted to try and, uh.. "

His face felt redder and hotter, was this normal?

" You think you're free anywhere? "

      “ Eh… could you, repeat that? My, Englisch– ist, not gut. Entschuldigung. ”

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For once, he got a chuckle at a small hint of Tom's poor fashion sense, yet it was still just overshadowed by how... hateful he always was. Preaching about this 'white pride' even to Mr. Wilson's newest partner.. makes him sick.

" Goes to show how much of an.. unfavorable person.. he was. Of course. "

Honestly, would've straight up called him a bitch at that point, since he was acting like one.

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A heavy sigh soon followed out of James’ mouth, an almost exasperated one at that.

“ Not even that. It’s about ‘protecting their freedom of speech’ which is silencing Jewish people. ” He raised up his two hands to form quotation marks when mentioning freedom of speech.

“ … Folks startin’ to remind me of Tom. ”

      A weak groan…

      “ It’s a whole bloody Regime of Toms. Ugh, god, I remember my mission dealing with the bloody bigot– I can talk about it because Command let me declassify it for you at least– and– shite, I couldn’t be spotted. You know what that bastard had in his closet? ”

      “ … It was this utterly atrocious plaid suit he planned on wearing to a goddamn Rally. If we have a whole Regime of Toms, then not only do we get racist, bigoted cunts, we get racist bigoted cunts with HORRIBLE sense of fashion. ”

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A heavy sigh soon followed out of James' mouth, an almost exasperated one at that.

" Not even that. It's about 'protecting their freedom of speech' which is silencing Jewish people. " He raised up his two hands to form quotation marks when mentioning freedom of speech.

" ... Folks startin' to remind me of Tom. "

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“ Honestly.. ” muttered the southern billionaire, “ It’s like these people have it on backwards nowadays… Calling us the facists. ”

Gatsby took a light swig of his flask afterwards.

      Richard threw his hands up in slight frustration, taking another much harder swig of his own glass of whiskey, eyes narrowing a tad, “ And– they follow these bloody bastards like brainless ghouls! Do they not understand that–… ”       A pause, and another swig.

      “ – That these bastards don’t have the people on the mind? ”

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" Honestly.. " muttered the southern billionaire, " It's like these people have it on backwards nowadays... Calling us the facists. "

Gatsby took a light swig of his flask afterwards.

      “ Yes, because somehow me wanting to take down an evil Regime makes me an arsehole. Bloody nerve of some people. ”

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// cune but as a human ... i wanted to draw a concept that with each multiverse the passengers come in, they would often have to disguise themselves as humans or other creatures to fit in so they dont stick out like a sore thumb! i wanted to draw this out w cune bcoz i havent drawn lolita fashion in years

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At this point, Gatsby needed not to say anything else. Instead, he opted to sit down on the floor with Wesley and decided to hold his hand while he waited.

" Take it easy.. I'll be here when you're ready. "

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Yeesh… he is really drunk off his rocker.

“ You are not an asshole, Mr. Wesley, sport, you’re okay.. ”

Yeah, no, Wesley is.. gonna have to get a LOT more help. He soon strolled briskly towards the drunk man and the statue he fell on his knees to and offered a hand towards him. “ Let’s get you up, son.. We can go to my bed so you can rest up before getting home. ”

      A weak groan left him, but he lifted a hand to motion for him to wait… ohh, man, things were spinning… He felt real goddamn nauseous…“ Urghk… m-moment, second… auugh… ” He… moved, a little, and just… slooowly lied down onto the floor…

      “ … floor’s better… not spinny… ” He murmured meekly, “ …staying on floor– then I… oughh, bedroom won’t be mess… problem… solved… ” Another little groan… but, Wesley stayed planted on the floor, his eyes fluttering shut, “ … g’night… ”

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Yeesh... he is really drunk off his rocker.

" You are not an asshole, Mr. Wesley, sport, you're okay.. "

Yeah, no, Wesley is.. gonna have to get a LOT more help. He soon strolled briskly towards the drunk man and the statue he fell on his knees to and offered a hand towards him. " Let's get you up, son.. We can go to my bed so you can rest up before getting home. "

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“ You didn’t, I promise..! ” he reassured with kindness in his heart (bless his soul), “ Honestly, you slept through the whole thing and no one wanted to mess with you.. You ain’t ruin anythin’, honest. ”

He soon pulled the Welshman’s arm over his shoulders as he helped him up to walk to the nearest spot to sit and at least sleep in after the big parties he usually has during the holidays.

“ Want me to get you anything? ”

      “ Mmrgh… wee bit more whiskey? ”He piped up rather hopefully, stumbling along with Gatsby– that prosthetic didn’t help things much, nearly tripped a few times– to get to his new sleeping place.“ I juh– I just… just– I had– a bloody epiphany while I was– was sleepin’, love… ” He tried to say, tugging at Gatsby just a tad…

      “ It– it’s that– God, right… is a FUCKING ARSEHOLE. ” Oh. For once, Wes was loud. Not too loud, but… well. Emotional.

      “ He– I juh– t-think about it! I know there’s– all that FREE WILL shite, but… NAZIS!!! Nazis EVERYWHERE! In the streets, in the halls– under m’bed and in m’closet! ”

      “ I EVEN SAW GHOST HITLER ONCE! You– you can’t MAKE it up, Jay-bey! ” Wesley nearly wailed his words out, stammering a little, “ Ghost– bloody– GHOST HITLER. Blazko– he can vouch! ”

      Soon enough, though, Wesley’s head turned away from Gatsby, and he moved himself away from his support, looking off at… one of the few statues that stood around the manor,“ Nooooooo, I didn’t mean it, Lord, I’m sorryyyy…!! I’M the arsehooole! ” Another… loud wail… before the Welshman lifted a fist to his mouth… oh. Not looking good.

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" You didn't, I promise..! " he reassured with kindness in his heart (bless his soul), " Honestly, you slept through the whole thing and no one wanted to mess with you.. You ain't ruin anythin', honest. "

He soon pulled the Welshman's arm over his shoulders as he helped him up to walk to the nearest spot to sit and at least sleep in after the big parties he usually has during the holidays.

" Want me to get you anything? "

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A familiar, rich hand touched his shoulder with hints of worry and concern. Looks like he came across him after the party’s been over.

“ Had too much to drink, ol’ sport..? ”

      Abit of a wobble as he turned around, and all of Wesley’s worries seemed to be washed away just like that! “ Mr. Gaaaaatsby! It’s– yeahhh, Mr. Gatsby’s heeere, I didn’t know thaaat… ”A quiet voice, filled with joy as his arms lifted up in excitement, “ It’s– it’s been– ohhh, I missed youuu… ” A light hiccup, like he was about to cry.. though, it could’ve also very well been from the alcohol.

      Richard slid off the stool and wrapped his arms around the American, planting his face into his shoulder… “ …uughh, I feel like arse… is– is there– is the party over? … they stopped the whiskey… I wanted– one more drink, that’ssall! ” And soon enough, his voice got aaall quiet again.“ … diddd– did I make a scene? ohhnoi’msorryyyyiruinedthepartyyy… ”