SugaryGoesRAWR
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Ella clutched the package close to her chest, the automatic doors sliding shut behind her. Placing the parcel inside her coat, as the familiar - yet not so delightful - Wellington wind whipped at her, she set off. Walking across the waterfront, Ella smiled. She had gotten the item from an old friend of hers, Alex told her that she was in dire need for whatever Ella needed to obtain. Although, she had gotten into a couple mishaps on the way..
Her walk turned into a jog as she approached the waiting girl. "Well you weren't long at all" Alex shot, grinning. Ella just rolled her eyes. "Things happened.." she mumbled.
Before the clouds and wind came, the capital of little 'ol New Zealand was sunny and bright. She was wandering around town, deciding to get a quick snack before getting the 'urgent package' that Alex needed. Passing a small rugby field, without looking up, she noticed a crowd - and some deeper voices shouting. Peering above the sea of red and black bodies, her jaw dropped - it was the Canterbury Crusaders!
And if they were here, then that meant...
Ella blinked, as she realized that the oh so glorious Dan Carter - and his great butt - were there! As she gazed at the darling figure, a middle aged man, around 35, poked her in the back. "Oi!" he shouted, frowning. "Stop ogling the young guy and get a move on if that's all you're interested in!" Ella scowled, turning to face him. "I'll just let you know that I have visited Christchurch many times - and their rugby union is amazing and they're a bunch of very skilled men. If you're gonna be rude and insult people for what they like I s'pose the boys won't think too well of you"
And then, she strutted off, feeling particularly sassy today. Wait, she always felt sassy.
She was also kawaii.
Anyhow, rugby was great. She really liked Pat Lambie and.. oh wow, nothing else important that anyone needs to know..
..let's continue with the story..
Anyhow, Ella had run into two men. One was tall, but lean, with wavy blonde hair, stubble and carried what seemed to be a rose in his hand. He introduced himself as Amster - though, Ella was certain that he had similar features to Francis Bonnefois.. hm..
The other male was taller, and of a more muscular build. He had shaggy brunette hair, a teeny sprinkling of facial hair and a big grin. Ella thought that this guy looked a little bit like her version of one of her favourite south american countries... but he had told the female his name was Fatehr
And Ella was one hundred percent sure that she had heard these names before, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Yet, Ella didn't have time for this trivial sass.
and thats all i have so far alright alright
ALEX I THINK I GOT AMSTER AND FATEHR MIXED UP AGAIN OH GOD IM SORRY GO EAT A BAGEL AND BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S CARS WHILE YELLING ESE I BROKE INTO YOUR CAR
Her walk turned into a jog as she approached the waiting girl. "Well you weren't long at all" Alex shot, grinning. Ella just rolled her eyes. "Things happened.." she mumbled.
Before the clouds and wind came, the capital of little 'ol New Zealand was sunny and bright. She was wandering around town, deciding to get a quick snack before getting the 'urgent package' that Alex needed. Passing a small rugby field, without looking up, she noticed a crowd - and some deeper voices shouting. Peering above the sea of red and black bodies, her jaw dropped - it was the Canterbury Crusaders!
And if they were here, then that meant...
Ella blinked, as she realized that the oh so glorious Dan Carter - and his great butt - were there! As she gazed at the darling figure, a middle aged man, around 35, poked her in the back. "Oi!" he shouted, frowning. "Stop ogling the young guy and get a move on if that's all you're interested in!" Ella scowled, turning to face him. "I'll just let you know that I have visited Christchurch many times - and their rugby union is amazing and they're a bunch of very skilled men. If you're gonna be rude and insult people for what they like I s'pose the boys won't think too well of you"
And then, she strutted off, feeling particularly sassy today. Wait, she always felt sassy.
She was also kawaii.
Anyhow, rugby was great. She really liked Pat Lambie and.. oh wow, nothing else important that anyone needs to know..
..let's continue with the story..
Anyhow, Ella had run into two men. One was tall, but lean, with wavy blonde hair, stubble and carried what seemed to be a rose in his hand. He introduced himself as Amster - though, Ella was certain that he had similar features to Francis Bonnefois.. hm..
The other male was taller, and of a more muscular build. He had shaggy brunette hair, a teeny sprinkling of facial hair and a big grin. Ella thought that this guy looked a little bit like her version of one of her favourite south american countries... but he had told the female his name was Fatehr
And Ella was one hundred percent sure that she had heard these names before, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Yet, Ella didn't have time for this trivial sass.
and thats all i have so far alright alright
ALEX I THINK I GOT AMSTER AND FATEHR MIXED UP AGAIN OH GOD IM SORRY GO EAT A BAGEL AND BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S CARS WHILE YELLING ESE I BROKE INTO YOUR CAR
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