[Quite drunk,
Wolfram sits on her bed in her frilly pink bed clothes. They suit her as well now as they did when she was a man. As expected, she looks very much like
her mother. She fumbles with the device, not seeming to realize she's got it working for a moment before wiping at her sunken eyes with her ruffled sleeve.]Yuuri? Are you out there
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Like, something up?
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...you're not a servant. What are you doing here?
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[Notices the pitcher. Ohhhhkay, so she's probably drunk. Did she fall down?]
You're like, not hurt or anything, are you?
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[She sounds much more pissed than happy and she waves her arm around enough that some of the wine splashes out of the pitcher.]
We've all miraculously matured! Now we can go on with our lonely lives forever and ever and-
[The angry is giving way to the sad and she hiccups, trying not to cry. She turns quickly and grabs the door to slam it in Poland's face.]
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Okay, gawd, there's like, totally no reason to get all aggro! Seriously, like, who jilted you?
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Don't tell me how to behave! You don't know anything about me, don't you dare tell me what I have reason to be! If this had happened sooner he wouldn't have left! He would have loved only me, I know it!
[Crying while yelling does not befit a woman of her stature but she can't really help it.]
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[Poland blinks in shock for a moment, then tries to grab the pitcher and hit Wolfram with it.]
Not cool! Ohmigod, I like this dress, you bitch!
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[and it will be this icon forever because I have no other icons that show pure, blind rage -_-;;;]
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[Poland's real rage icons are more... for "you did WHAT to my people? Genocide?! Oh, Hell. No." purposes, so these are really just his "grumpy bitch time" icons :P]
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[With the pitcher in one hand, she knocks Wolfram's scratchy-hand away from her face. Her other hand follows that up with an attempted slap. You don't touch a girl's face like that, Wolfram. Ever.]
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[Wolfram steps back at the slap, letting go of Poland's hair, because WTF. She balls her fists at her sides, shaking for a moment, then flings herself at Poland, ripping at her clothes and hair in a frenzy.]
I WILL NEVER MARRY THE LIKES OF YOU! I AM YUURI'S FIANCE NOW AND FOREVER! HOW DARE YOU!
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