“Jolene LaRue”, she shook Claire’s hand, “Big guy is Svou.” Svou looked at Claire when his name was called. “The shortie is Gunther”, she continued as Gunther growled. “The other one is Yakov”, she pointed to Yakov washing his dishes behind the bar counter.
Claire looks at Yakov with disgust. "I still can't believe your friend Yakov here had the nerve to try and flirt with me... the rest of you seem fine though. But Gunther might need to calm down a bit."
“Yakov tries to flirt with anyone who catches his eye though he doesn’t know what to do next after it”, Jolene got closer to Claire, “I don’t even think that he knows of it.”
he snorks old memories of his lituenant days going through his head of his closet friend axel flirting with his sister
Claire puts her hand on her mouth to stop herself from bursting out laughing. "seriously?! Asgardian children a taugh about it at around age 10!"
“My cousin was sheltered most of his life”, Svou spoke with a annoyed tone.
Claire blinks. "poor guy..."
he couldn't feel his legs arms or anything else so he just stayed silent and stared at them they were luckier then him...he lost so much when he was young
“Innocent as he is, he is kind-hearted and selfless”, Jolene spoke with pride as she smiled towards Yakov. “I will pay the bill this time”, Yakov said after stacking another plate on an pile. “A damn good cook too”, she added in.
Claire smiles. "well, that's good."
“Good kid and wouldn’t trade him for the world . Svou wouldn’t let us do that anyways”, Jolene leaned her head towards Svou’s shoulder. Svou slightly blushed when she did that but said nothing.
Claire smiles. "well, you seem to have a good thing going on here."
“Thing? Our nations would kill us if we wanted to take our relationship to the next level”, Jolene said.
Claire tilts her head. "wait, what do you mean?"
“Me, major jail for being an communist spy. He could possibly be executed or sent to the Gulag”, Jolene frowned. Svou put his arm around her and held her.
…h)
Claire nods. "i see..."
"Raaaawr, U-110 is a shaaaark." The tiny submarine pops out from between some couch cushions.
Peanut just blinks at U-110 before even laughing. "Pfft-"
"No couch is safe from the shark-thing."
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