". . . 𝐇𝐦𝐩𝐡. . . 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲."

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆,
𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,

𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺,
⠀⠀ &&. 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 —

⠀⠀( 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭. )
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"𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣!"

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𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 ; ))

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓,
⠀⠀𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵’𝑻 𝑵𝑬𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻.
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franz.★ will probably keep baby franz a bit longer i have my own way to end it and like i haven't been as active as i wanted to be 💔💔

franz.★ hehehehe

At least she was safe with him.. well, part of her believed that it was her job to protect him, even in times like these! Especially in times like these, she is grateful to be here though. She is safe.

“ M - Miles? Geht es dir gut? ”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, the lights flickered.

“ Red. ”

She repeats, staring directly at him. She nods, and in the next moment — Franziska holds out the red dress for Miles to take.

“ Es sieht aus wie du. ”

She says, slipping back into German with a bright smile. Another instant, she adds;

“ Blau. Ich will blau. ”

Oh! So tall, it’s like being held by Papa — .. she feels on top of the world, really. Her hair bounces a bit when looking left and right.

Weren’t they supposed to go .. somewhere .. for something?

“ Mama und Papa mussten etwas im Laden kaufen. ” 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Franziska’s brows furrow.

“ Irgendwo. ”

franz.★ sorry i haven’t written replies much recently 🥹

A gasp, her eyes light up briefly.

“ Kennst du meinen Papa? ”

She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums.

“ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧

Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.

Franziska blinks and squints at him, she’s quiet — at least she’s able to understand him.

“ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ”

She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed.

“ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”

Wh- His gaze felt like a hawk. She’s sure she flinched once. What kind of stare is that? . . . She’s a few moments away from hitting this man and running off.

Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar.

“ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”

Franziska is wearing a little scowl looking around, it seems like she’s lost. . . Now where did her brother go, or Papa or Mama? 💧

Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.

Everytime Miles mentions something in English, she stares with curiosity. What is he trying- well, she tries ‘English’ to the best of her ability. Hmmmm. Brows are scrunched together.

“ What dress . . do you- ”

Processing ummmm. 🤔

“ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.

Franziska rolls over and nearly bumps her head into Miles’s leg. She peeks her eyes open carefully, realizing. When she hears thunder again, she is quick to cover both of her ears. Loud. :(

Ziska nods resolutely, a barely visible smirk on her face. Next, she lets out a giggle while she adjusts the blue cat doll in her hands. Joy in its movements.

“ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.

It seems she fell asleep there.

franz.★ replies soon

Thunderstorm, she’s hiding under the dining room table crying.

“ Dolls. ”

Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls.

“ Red, and blue! ”

Almost to say: choose one!

/ pretend she’s speaking german still i don't wanna force you to keep translating stuff 😭😭😭

The stare dulls a bit while she contemplates his words. But - how is she supposed to . . ? Maybe, another day. She skips over to the little chest with her dolls and dress up clothes.

“ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-

She looks up at him, and makes up her mind on the spot.

“ Dress. . . up! ”

She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy.

“ Bitte? ” 🥺

Franziska brightens up ever slightly, though her expression remains the same. Well, at least now she had someone to play with! She hadn’t seen him today, so it was joy to experience. 🥹

“ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ”

Her big eyes stare away shyly.

It’s a surprise she hasn’t completely started crying yet. Still, she sniffles and her brows furrow into one another. She is.. making a neutral face at him.

“ . . Ich fiel. ” She utters, a little gasp, struggling to stand.

She has decided to investigate which is easier said than done. With a loud ‘oof’ and a thud.. Ziska falls out of bed. Ow!

Staring at the ceiling. . .She is crying one second, and resting the next. Only a short nap, she’d claim she wasn’t tired. But — it almost seemed necessary. What-

She sinks into the fabric almost worse than usual. Oof. Agh-!

/ bwomp

The tired prosecutor curls into herself, it’s been a long day. Nothing feels right. She feels as if she’s on the verge of a breakdown, Franziska tries with calming herself down. Deeply does she breathe, in and out. Ugh. Tears in both of her eyes, what was going on?

Why does she feel so odd?