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franz.★ will probably keep baby franz a bit longer i have my own way to end it and like i haven't been as active as i wanted to be 💔💔

At least she was safe with him.. well, part of her believed that it was her job to protect him, even in times like these! Especially in times like these, she is grateful to be here though. She is safe. “ M - Miles? Geht es dir gut? ” Her voice is barely above a whisper, the lights flickered.

“ Red. ” She repeats, staring directly at him. She nods, and in the next moment — Franziska holds out the red dress for Miles to take. “ Es sieht aus wie du. ” She says, slipping back into German with a bright smile. Another instant, she adds; “ Blau. Ich will blau. ”

Oh! So tall, it’s like being held by Papa — .. she feels on top of the world, really. Her hair bounces a bit when looking left and right. Weren’t they supposed to go .. somewhere .. for something? “ Mama und Papa mussten etwas im Laden kaufen. ” 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Franziska’s brows furrow. “ Irgendwo. ”

franz.★ sorry i haven’t written replies much recently 🥹

A gasp, her eyes light up briefly. “ Kennst du meinen Papa? ” She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums. “ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧 Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.

Franziska blinks and squints at him, she’s quiet — at least she’s able to understand him. “ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ” She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed. “ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”

Wh- His gaze felt like a hawk. She’s sure she flinched once. What kind of stare is that? . . . She’s a few moments away from hitting this man and running off. Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar. “ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”

Franziska is wearing a little scowl looking around, it seems like she’s lost. . . Now where did her brother go, or Papa or Mama? 💧 Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.

Everytime Miles mentions something in English, she stares with curiosity. What is he trying- well, she tries ‘English’ to the best of her ability. Hmmmm. Brows are scrunched together. “ What dress . . do you- ” Processing ummmm. 🤔 “ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.

Franziska rolls over and nearly bumps her head into Miles’s leg. She peeks her eyes open carefully, realizing. When she hears thunder again, she is quick to cover both of her ears. Loud. :(

Ziska nods resolutely, a barely visible smirk on her face. Next, she lets out a giggle while she adjusts the blue cat doll in her hands. Joy in its movements. “ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.

It seems she fell asleep there.

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Thunderstorm, she’s hiding under the dining room table crying.

“ Dolls. ” Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls. “ Red, and blue! ” Almost to say: choose one!

The stare dulls a bit while she contemplates his words. But - how is she supposed to . . ? Maybe, another day. She skips over to the little chest with her dolls and dress up clothes. “ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-

She looks up at him, and makes up her mind on the spot. “ Dress. . . up! ” She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy. “ Bitte? ” 🥺

Franziska brightens up ever slightly, though her expression remains the same. Well, at least now she had someone to play with! She hadn’t seen him today, so it was joy to experience. 🥹 “ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ” Her big eyes stare away shyly.

It’s a surprise she hasn’t completely started crying yet. Still, she sniffles and her brows furrow into one another. She is.. making a neutral face at him. “ . . Ich fiel. ” She utters, a little gasp, struggling to stand.

She has decided to investigate which is easier said than done. With a loud ‘oof’ and a thud.. Ziska falls out of bed. Ow!

Staring at the ceiling. . .She is crying one second, and resting the next. Only a short nap, she’d claim she wasn’t tired. But — it almost seemed necessary. What- She sinks into the fabric almost worse than usual. Oof. Agh-!

The tired prosecutor curls into herself, it’s been a long day. Nothing feels right. She feels as if she’s on the verge of a breakdown, Franziska tries with calming herself down. Deeply does she breathe, in and out. Ugh. Tears in both of her eyes, what was going on? Why does she feel so odd?

franz.★ prolly just gonna change my icon to be honest

franz.★ man maybe i will baby ziska here for a bit

“ They discuss pancake houses at your place of work? Is that .. supposed to be normal, aren’t they supposed to be working? ” Franziska doesn’t really get it. It’s not like she’d want to be a very social person around the other prosecutors, the age barrier is vastly different with her. +

Franziska watches with worry and gives him another couple. She does have plenty to share. He needs it, too. He’s the one.. who hasn’t eaten today! Or as far as he knows, in a few days. That only drew brightened concerns to the forefront of her mind. “ Your routines. . .I don’t mind cooking for +

Franziska sniffles a bit. “ I don’t let them push me around on purpose... I don’t want them to try to push me around. I want to be respected like Papa, or y - you. ” A deep inhale, moving her arms to cross them instead. Silently tears fall down her face. She’s now trying to practice in their +

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franz.★ i can't be mean to ziska,, it's easter

For a significant holiday, they hadn’t celebrated it in years. Franziska barely remembers the last time they celebrated. It had to have been a decade or so..

She instead balls her hands into fists and holds onto the top of her pants. She won’t explode while he’s driving, that’s not safe. “ .. Doing that would cause rifts with relations at work. At least, Papa mentioned it before.. ” So everyone plays nice. “ It’s.. different in Germany, I think. ”

“ What if I want to look that way, what if I want to be listened to the same way everyone else is? Not.. treated like a helpless young girl. I am not helpless. ” A small huff, arms slapping into her legs harshly. “ Why does everyone else think that I am just a .. puppet to them? ”

“ He says my hair is the only feature that distinguishes me from a small boy. Even when wearing makeup and jewelry.. ” But she really wanted to. “ It just - began to overwhelm me with.. with bad feeling last night, I wanted it gone. Everything has to be done in a way that.. appeals others. ” 💧

A quiet huff, she wishes she had a proper answer. But instead it is just extremely annoying. “ He says I will end up looking more masculine, and that with all the years he spent making me .. look like a lady, that it would be a waste to cut my hair. ” Frustration.

“ Um.. Maybe. ” Franziska messes with the ends of her hair self consciously. She feels like even as she’s growing up, she is being restricted and.. still treated like a child, despite being forced into mature positions. “ I’m not allowed scissors. ”

“ Oh.. that’s probably because of me. He was upset with me this morning. ” She stated quietly, taking in a deep breath.

She pats her legs some more, anxiously. She’d grown more restless lately. “ I should have tried, at least. Does Papa know you woke up late? ”

“ Oh. I meant to wake you up.. ” She often was the one to do so when he was around. She looks up finally, her neck hurts.

Her hands continue patting on her lap, her face in a frown. “ Did something happen, then? ”

“ Are you upset with me? ” She feels so small. She didn’t wanna be alone, she’d end up thinking too much about all the things..

“ I apologize for intruding.. ” She utters quietly, why does she feel like she’s in trouble right now?

She stares out the car window, and pats her hands against her legs carefully. Hmmmmm.. Hum.

She’s trailing after him, keeping a few steps behind with her head down still. Girl look up, your neck’s gonna hurt..

Can she go with him?