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[citrinesupernova]

Fucking cinematic captured Renaissance painting, that photo.

Formidable headlock you’ve got on Andrii there. And Maksym’s the one about to get a foot to the face? Ey, my thanks to your cousin for framing the moment. Has to be said also though, seems a bit rude to dogpile yourselves without inviting Dodo hey? c;

I’ll be storing this pic and video for myself, presuming you don’t mind. Right alongside the Majorca photo, which to my sight and my prodigious appreciation gives no cause for teasing. It’s an image much valued by your Vevay, who continues to catch hisself staring at this phone’s lock and home screens both, a thought for yourself to hold in mind through any teasing incurred.

Here, my declaration is it’s a beautiful photo of a beautiful man. And if you had’ve sent it, where’d be the fault when a pic like that ought to be shared and seen.

Your Vevay cherishes your sight (aye, and everything about you), remember that, as well.

Worth noting here you don’t look in the least a devourer of rocks. Got too much going on in mind and heart to be full up with granite, any case, and if there’s any man built from rocks I think we both know it’d be the same twat speaking ‘simpsons r yellow.’

Far as my concerns go, there’s naught to hold against you or your siblings. Seems in good fun, yeah? and no harm in teasing of this sort. Nah, no ounce of cruelty felt in it, and truth is my day’s brighter knowing I’ve maybe got you smiling. Just as well, this chance of hearing your laughter, Talik, that’s a tincture to soothe all ills.

That and any glimpsing of your daily living’s good for me. Got me laughing myself, that’s so. Gave me the gift of your laughter and my own. So nay, nothing to forgive or even approach forgiving.

Eh, and you know the Shitheads and you yourself saw that shamble of a group convo unfolding. Think it’s safe to say I’m no stranger to amicable chaos. Feels like home, or near enough, and it charms me. I’m charmed by your siblings I mean, and more so I’m charmed seeing (eh, hearing) you with em.

They love you, aye? Ah, …lyublyat? They care about you, that comes through clear. And if it’s not too early saying or eh even if it is I’m saying I’d very much like to meet them sometime, your siblings. Might bring along wine or eh gin, fruit basket seeing as chocolate didn’t spare your phone’s theft.

Which, here, thing I’m finding is it’s not so far different, Ukrainian and Polish? Don’t seem to be anyrate, or at least there’re eh words or sounds, like, in common, chocolate’s being one of em. Easier to tell in the hearing. Not to say I captured every word spoke, but there’s some of the sense wasn’t lost.

Worth saying maybe, Rozalia’s Polish. I learned the language living with her, and won’t say I’m great shakes with speaking it, but comprehension’s sound enough. We figured it’d be good for the kids, getting to know more than the one language, and she’s more relaxed in speaking it, aye?

Working on Ukrainian, but eh, I’ve not the acquisition skills or maybe it’s straight smarts of certain among our compatriots. Got tenacity going for me, at least, and force of will, and I’ll get there. Only thing’s there’s liable to stumbling along the way. Long as it isn’t eh…

Was gonna say long as it isn’t fucked strange or presumptuous, my looking to learn and gleaning what I can. But as I know my place with you, figure it’s fair, and learning language’s a way to better knowing you, or so I think it.