Captain Sensible Happy Talk の小説・ストーリー

" It seems like some of what the new captain is saying is real, which frightens Annika a little since she doesn't want to be engaged in any way with this new captain, especially when Carl is gone. In a sense, Annika can't take his jokes. Captain Jansen questioned, "Why are you so quiet?" "Are you afraid of me?" Annika responded in response, "Oh no, Captain Jansen, I simply am not used to having a casual chat with my boss. He said, "Don't be; you can relax chatting with me." Then he drew nearer to Annika, so close that she felt concerned about breathing since it seemed like she could hear his breathing and his face was so close to hers.

"Britany Santos, thumb up to you." "With Willliam behind you, you can still court death like that." "I dare not to!" Elisa replied quickly. Britany Santos rolled her eyes at her. The three of them chatted happily for a while. IBritany Santoswas too good at talking, and because the three of them had similar personalities, their conversation was never awkward. At first, Senior Martial Sister Hanna was somewhat sad, but in the end, she completely let go of the topic. This made Elisa feel relieved.

Sagir scoffed " I hope my sister isn't married to a serial killer? " " if I was one, then you should have been dead by now" jafar shot back " Guys, enough with the small talks. We're here to celebrate not to talk about some serial killing or whatever you call it " sadiq told them sternly " fine " " and please the scowling should stop. Put on a smile on your faces. Don't make all these old women think that they are giving their daughter out to a psychopath who doesn't smile " " OK fine. I'm already smiling. Can't you see how they're blushing already? They can't resist my handsome smile" give it to Jafar, he never miss an opportunity to make jokes around.

“Come on, Mr. Martins. Smile harder. You look like you’re hiding happiness from the government.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m just… proud. Of all of you. This team did what everyone said was impossible. You changed the game.” “And don’t forget the brains behind the flavorured condom ” someone shouted, pointing at Chelle. The room erupted again—cheers, whistles, even a “GO CHELLÉÉÉ!” from the back. Her face turned pink as everyone clapped, and Simon couldn’t help staring at her a second too long. “This is just the beginning,” he said, lifting his champagne glass.

"I need to make sure they're okay." The kidnapper's voice turned venomous, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Do you think you're some kind of princess? Everyone's supposed to cater to you? You've got thirty minutes left. No money, no parents. End of story!" The line went dead, and with it, the time limit was cut in half. Talking sense with these criminals was impossible. The room descended into chaos as the officers scrambled to coordinate with banks, trying to secure the cash as quickly as possible.

"Hartley, be more careful. Alex, thanks for handling it." When the room cleared out, Oliver looked up at Alexander. "You didn't have to do that," Oliver said quietly. "That commercial... that's a lot of money." Alexander turned to look at him. The heat from their earlier collision was gone, replaced by an icy mask. "I just want the team focused on winning. Drama distractions annoy me." "Still," Oliver smiled, a genuine, lopsided grin. "Thanks. You're not as cold as you look, Captain."

hehe…’ Sato: ‘Real or pretending?…hum. Maybe you just want your princess to pay attention huh, Sammie?’ The statement made James who liked to use his brain for his work think hard. Sammie: ‘Lovely princess’s going to give me nice breakfast in bed, can’t wait….oh I’m waiting, waiting…waiting…Tik Tik Tik.’ ้Sato: ‘Ha Ha… ooh, I can see clearly now that the two people in London are happy ever after… be sweet and nice to each other kids.’

He was all muscle and no finesse, a guy who played on brute force alone and ran the team like a squad of shock troopers. On top of that, he came from money, always had his nose in the air, and was impossible to talk to. Take this afternoon. Tiffany, the cheer captain, "accidentally" knocked over a whole basket of jerseys I'd just washed. "Oops, sorry, didn't see someone crouching down there." Tiffany covered her mouth and gave a dainty little laugh. I gritted my teeth and crouched down to pick them up. Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand.