POV

French photographer- Excuse me but zou are not allowed to talk to Aviana

*Grabs the French Photographer by the neck*

French photographer- *sweating a little* Aviana YOU HAS US VISITOR

*Kicks the French photographer into a Octoling mutant, where he is devoured*

Aviana- Uhh WHAT THE HECK

Aviana- ummm

(dont role play with him he ruins everything he keeps yeeting people)

(God card no u)

(yes because yes also you dont exist because you cant get a life)

(ok)

(really no get a life scp-049 no one likes you)

I shall call crusaders if you don't cease.

(i should call a musket if you dont cease)

Call it in, I f**king dare you.

(the first attack I am doing is called mod attack)

This is not your area though, I started it first.

(then stop ruin people role nplays for fun)

Почему ты должен быть таким идиотом?

Aquamarine: * watching and writing an article for the magazine *

French photographer- Aviana YOU HAVE TO BEE THE GRASS NOT THE AIR FOCUS ON ME BUT NOT ME ALRIGHT GOT IT GUUD GUUD NOT POSE POSE POSE

Aquamarine: You guys almost done? I finished writing and I have lunch in a hour.

French Photographer- WHO ARE YOU

Aquamarine: Im the writer for the magazine!

French Photographer- *exclaims in french* Oh oui oui come sit sit

Aquamarine: Alright.

French Photographer- now now vat are zou writing about

Aquamarine: Right now, im righting about summer for this fashion magazine.

French Photographer- vill zou need to speak to Aviana

Aquamarine: Probaly not.

French Photographer- good good now i shall continue we are almost done

Aquamarine: Alright

French Photographer- Alright Aviana last one make it as beautiful as moi

Aquamarine: * eating random cheese wheels in the corner *

French- Photographer- DONE GOOD JOB NOW I MUST GO TATAA

Aquamarine: you did good

Aviana- Me?

Aquamarine: yeah

Aviana- oh thanks *grabs towel and wipes off her forehead* do you need anything miss?

Aquamarine: Nah just overseeing the photoshoot to see what to write.

Aviana- alright well if you do wright something about it make sure its about Piere and what a lunitic her is

Aquamarine: Who?

He*

Aviana- oh the photographer his name is piere

Aquamarine: * eating a wheel of brie * Oh nice,

Aviana- yep now if you will please excuse me im gonna go back to my hotel

Aquamarine: Alright.

Aviana- *walks off*

Aquamarine: * walks to her own hotel room*

Aviana- *sleeps*