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[balaton]

[She's holed herself inside plenty of times in the past months spent in this town. Now, when the time is ideal to stay put and quiet, it is when Hungary finds herself most restless, especially inside.

Someone out there surely must want her dead, prompted by need or desperation. But she has the gun of her fake husband on her, and grim determination to survive on her mind. Eventually, she finds herself outside the bakery, but she's not paying attention to the display.]

[Backdated to the 29th]

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Re: Sorry this is late!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't find her friend inside his bakery. It's rather quiet for the unexpected chaos this time of the day, actually. Pulling her hand away from the display window, she glances over her shoulder, tucking her hair then behind an ear.]

Can I help you?

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, er.....no.

Haven't seen a pretty lady like you around before! [Except in the photo, obviously] Have you been in this town long?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't read much off him; just the nervousness and hesitation] It's almost been a year for me. Isn't that a shame?

Are you in the habit of flattering every lady you see, young man?

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

[W-well, not every woman but every pretty one. S-sorry, Hungary, it's Zidane.] Awww....is there anything with flattery?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

It usually comes with wanting something.

[But she gives a short laugh, not a derisive one] I'm just teasing you. I really shouldn't be.