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[beermark]

( after being unable to find his mobile- or, in fact, his clothes- anywhere in the bedroom he woke up in, denmark stumbles out in search of a phone. there is a note on the fridge that says Out doing the shopping! I'll be back soon darling! XOXOXO, and denmark gets distracted by it. geez, it's nice that whoever-he-picked-up isn't kicking him out of

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[criticizes]

[ Wow what is this. Of course he recognizes this voice what is texting what is happening. ]

Wrong number.

[beermark]

Of course not! ( like norway doesn't always answer the phone like that anyway. ) Hell, but it took a couple of calls!

[criticizes]

Still wrong.

Ya dialed America.

[beermark]

I did not, I dialed ya. Ya don't even sound like him, ya know.

[criticizes]

I'm at his house.

You too.

[beermark]

( pause. looks around him. ) He has girly handwriting.

[criticizes]

We're trapped, too.

[beermark]

… What?

[criticizes]

Stuck in this American town.

It's got bad trees. [ Something that needs to be warned about??? ]

[beermark]

That's against NATO! ( but which part? ) Unless yer joking around?

[criticizes]

[ What is NATO--oh well. ]

See fer yerself, if ya need. [ Might still be talking about the trees who knows. ]

[beermark]

Mm, well, besides all that! Do ya know who I fucked last night? I don't remember at all. ( dsfs fidget… ) I bet I didn't mean to…

[criticizes]

How would I know? [ Does Denmark have nothing better to talk to him about. ]

[beermark]

I might have texted you! Did I? ( stop being jealous nor!!! )

[criticizes]

"Texted"? A letter? [ So jealous?????? ]

[beermark]

No, on my mobile. ( sounding a little confused… norway… even you know what a text message is because he sends you 80 a day… )