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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:26 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬  "Oh stop it Luis," Juliana quickly stated, her grin returning as her throat echoed with an almost sensual giggle. "You've apologized enough." It was then he placed the churrasco in front of her along with various utensils that she would need to devour the amazing meal. "This looks amazing Luis! You're such an amazing cook~" She exclaimed as she flashed her emerald eyes in his direction, smiling more brightly now.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:32 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"O-Okay.... Sorry..." The guy is always apologizing, even if he didn't do anything wrong. That's just how he is. it's one of his many habits, his niecer habits, unlike his nosebleeds and blurting out the wrong things when speaking to strangers. He smiled when his cooking was praised "Ah, es nada especial... All I did was sprinkle salt on the meat. Anyone can do it." he grabbed his knife and fork and bean cutting the meat. He made sure to cook it medium, the way churrasco is supposed to be. That way, it'd be tasty and juicy.{ Translations: it's nothing special} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:52 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "Well, still, I don't get to eat food like this all of the time, so its fun when I do!" Juliana exclaimed as she took a napkin and placed it in her lap before she picked up her fork and knife into her hands. Repositioning them quickly with her fingertips, she then began to cut into the meat until she had a small piece on her fork. Lifting it to her lips, they then parted before she took it into her mouth, removing the clean fork back to the plate as she chewed with her mouth closed. Her eyes lit up happily as she then swallowed. "Like I said, it's really good Luis~" She exclaimed as she took a few more bites of the churrasco.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 2:59 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Really? Well, you should come here more often, I always eat these kinds of foods for either lunch or dinner..." Luis Esteban cut up the meat and lifted it into his mouth. it was really good for plain meat. Meat from Argentina was the tastiest in all of South America. Since the soil in his homeland is unable to grow crops, he makes up in being the biggest meat distributor in the continent. His land wasn't as fertile as Juliana's "Gracias, se- I mean, Juliana, that means alot to me."No need for formalities. He smiled and blushed "Of course, your food is is great too. I remember eating when I went to your festivities." And the last time he drank anything alcoholic. Even a tiny sip got him drunk.{ Translations: l} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:57 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ Juliana swallowed another bite before she placed her fork on the plate, picking up her glass of soda and taking a few more controlled sips before she placed the glass back down on the table with a satisfied sigh. Her emerald eyes sparkled mischeviously before she chuckled at his requestion. "Y'know what Luis? I think that you'll be seeing a lot more of me if you keep cooking the way you do, menino." She told him, her chuckle now becoming a bit more flirtacious without herself meaning to do that. "Well, yeah. I like the way I cook my own cuisine, but Portuguese recipes are different than Spanish ones. Although ignorant people easily mistake the two." She said, looking up at the ceiling in remembrance before taking up her fork once more and cutting a bit more of the meat, continuing to eat happily. "I've been seeing signs around campus of a 'Multicultural festival' coming up, are you going to participate Luis?"
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:08 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"R-Really? That's good. Hehe..." Luis Esteban had his tiny smile. Even if she wasn't serious, it was truly nice having her around. She was the only other person he talked to other than his brothers and sisters. he grabed his soda and took a sip, crunching a bit of ice "De veras? Can can you confuse the two? I mean, every South American knows Portuguese and Spanish cuisine are completely different. I mean I can understand someone thinking I'm speaking Portuguese when I'm really speaking Catalan, due to the fact that me and Spain are the only ones who know of it..." If any other Argentinian heard of someone confusing their dishes, they'd be upset and insulted. As he was cutting up his meat, Juliana mentioned something about a festival "Multicultural festival? Hmm... W-Well, I suppose I will if you and my sibling are going... I can set up a stand, wear my gaucho uniform, and serve pan con chorizo... Oh! And offer horse rides to the younger nations. Kids love horses." He's heard of these festivals, but never been to one. It would be fun showing the other nations his culture.{ Translations: for real?} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:28 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "I don't know how they do it," Juliana quickly stated as soon as she finished another bite, swallowing it. "It's just I get a lot of American tourism who come to my home, thinking that the main language is Spanish and that I had the same amount of Spanish influence like you or Mexico. But, ugh, I feel like they are what I said earlier, ignorant." She continued with a light huff, not too forgiving of foreigners coming to her home with misconceptions stuck in their brains. People like that were almost as bad as the people who come and try to convince her to make preserving her Amazon. There was even a time she almost lunged herself on a group of protestors because they were calling her 'cruel', 'money-grubbing', and 'insensitive', which everyone who knew her knew it was a blatant lie. She loved her indigenous roots and that rainforest so why would she want to get rid of it so easily? A snort exited her nose as she took another sip of her soda, finishing it off, leaving only ice clinking in the glass. But when Luis changed the subject, she let out a grateful sigh as she looked over at him with a smile. "That sounds like a lot of fun actually! I'm definitely going to perform some of my samba routine in my Carnaval outfit~" She exclaimed with an excited giggle. "All I have to do is figure out which one I want to wear. I have the leopard one, or ooh! How about the blue diamond one? Or wait, maybe the green, sequin one? Oh damn, now I can't decide..."
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:37 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"I guess they think you're a Spanish country as well, since the majority of South America are Spanish-speaking country. Even though it's not true... Some places speak Portuguese, French, and even Dutch... Few places though..." Their continent didn't have as much diversity as the others. But perhaps it really is ignorance. They should learn to ask before saying things. he slightly blushed when she mentioned she was going to wear her Carnival clothes for the festival "U-Um... Isn't it a bit revealing...? Would they even allow it...?" he didn't forget what she wore the last time they went to Carnavale. Oh great, the image was in his head. His face was read, and a trickle of blood went out his nose "Ah! Not again..." he grabbed a tissue and covered his nose. Why did this always happen? He wasn't a pervert or anything. He didn't understand himself at all.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:43 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "Well they'd better allow it! It's a part of my culture! Denying me my revealing outfits and strutting up and down the street like a peacock is like denying my very right to live!" Juliana exclaimed as she placed her fork and knife on the plate, now finished with her meal. Taking the napkin that was on her lap, she dabbed the corners of her luscious lips before placing it onto the plate as well. That was when she noticed Luis' nosebleed. "Luis, are you sure you're okay?" She asked, leaning forward on the table, her breasts squishing against her arms, creating more cleavage unknowingly. She tilted her head to the right, her blond hair spilling out all over her shoulder, like a waterfall of pure golden curls.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 6:55 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorOh dear lord. if the nuns saw him nosebleed after seeing a girl's chest, he would get the ruler on his hands. he knew it was part of her culture to be partially naked, but he wished he could get rid of this habit. Everytime he saw a girl's breasts, he get slapped across the face. The poor Argentinian whimpered when he laid eyes on her brests again. he began to have trouble breathing "J-Juliana, do you think... you can..." Before he can tell her to cover up, his head leaned back and he was unresponsive. The poor boy fainted. This wasn't the first time he fainted in front of her.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: oh no Dx)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:42 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ As the series of events unfolded before her, Juliana could do nothing but just sit there and stare as her friend's face lost its color and he slumped against his chair, unresponsive. Immediately she forced herself to her feet, her chair being pushed back enough to fall back behind her before she rushed around the table. Her hands found themselves on his face, forcing his head up so she could stare at his face. "Damn it Luis!" She exclaimed before she lowered one hand to his shoulder and began to shake him. "Luis! C'mon man, wake up!" Her brows knitted together at the base of her nose as she continued to wake him up, still clueless about the reason for his nosebleeds and fainting spells.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:19 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorIt took Luis Esteban a few minutes to wake up after being shaken "N-Ngh... Que paso...?" He soon realized that he fainted in front of Juliana again. And she was probably worried about him. He could see it in her green eyes "S-Sorry about that..." he sat up straight. Poor guys always using excuses like it's a medical condition or he has low blood sugar. Way to ruin a lovely dinner with his best friend "Guess I wrecked the day, huh.....? I always do...." he looked down in shame. This isn't the kind of behavior you do in front of the girl he liked. How is she able to tolerate it? Any other girl would just leave and not talk to him.{ Translations: what happened?} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:39 am
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ When Luis Esteban finally began to come to, Juliana stopped the shaking immediately, not wanting him to wake up dizzy and therefore faint again from his still-unknown illness. "Don't worry about it." She finally said as she moved her right hand from his face and moved it to his shoulder. Then she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, hugging him now. "You didn't wreck the day, I still had a great time here with you." She whispered in his ear as she closed her eyes, releasing a light sigh out her nose that sounded a little bit like a snort. "It's just, I get so worried about you when this happens and you play it off like its nothing. You're really brave for not wanting to show any weakness." She told him, her voice soft, comforting. After a moment or two, she then pulled away and was standing up once more, a light smile etched across her lips.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:20 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe Argentinian had a sad look in his eyes. he didn't like lying to his dear friend, but he didn't really understood why he did all that. The boy blushed when the girl wrapped his arms around him in a hug. It felt nice to receive her hugs, even her breasts pressing upon him didn't bother him as much "I'm glad... I'm always happy to have you around..." You could say Julian is his only true friend. She's always nice and tolerates his bad habits. She doesn't beat up on him, or tease him for his cowardice "S-Si...." Brave? He was anything but brave. The poor guy is scared of almost everything "W-Well... We better finsih up dinner, before it gets cold... We must empty our plates if we're going to have dessert. I made some flan." he managed to smile. Everyone loved desserts, especially some jiggly sweet flan.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:31 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "I'm happy to be around." Juliana replied with a bright smile that was known to make anyone feel happier around her, even when they were having a horrible day. But when Luis mentioned finishing dinner, she looked at her empty plate and her smile became a bit more sheepish as she rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand, her left now perching itself upon her hip. "Well, how about this? You finish up and I'll do the dishes, no butts~!" She then exclaimed as she lowered her hands and walked over to the table, lifting her plate with ease in her right hand while her left held her empty glass. She then walked over to the sink and placed the dirty dishes inside before she threw away her napkin in a nearby trash recepticle. "Flan? Really? That's awesome! I haven't had flan in awhile~!" She exclaimed happily as she turned on the water and began to wash her dishes happily.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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