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[bornwithskison]

[So, after that two day long party and after staying one night, Norway had decided to head home the next day--Or at least try to

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[semblance]

[So she was about to execute the arse of anyone daring to knock the door this damn late, or early as the case may be

but

uh]

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[semblance]

[brb staring and being very confused as to...

oh. It's Norway in drag...

It's Norway in drag

what]

[bornwithskison]

[hic

sway]

[semblance]

[If he falls over she's officially not helping.]

...Douleur bonne...

[Good grief.

Is that a bra on his head?]

I'm afraid you have the wrong house Norway.

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[bornwithskison]

I wasn't looking for any houses, 'tsuru--M'looking for...

[What was he looking for again? That bra is kind of itchy, now that he thinks about it. Have some staring--]

[bornwithskison]

[

falls over]

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[semblance]

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[semblance]

[you sir are dirtying that little welcome mat with all the foul little flowers on it

not that I care

but ew drunk and disorderly germs

just gingerly moving a bit closer and looking down]

Get up.

[bornwithskison]

[Nonsense, I'm just observing it from a different angle

hey nice door frame.

he's going to pull a Japan when he wakes up tomorrow.]

Ne-ei.

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[semblance]

Was I not being clear?

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[semblance]

[And here comes the part where every high school boy she'd ever known would have started pissing themselves.]

Get.

Up.

[Is the air getting very very very cold all of a sudden or is it just your imagination?

Yes, even cold enough for Norway to notice. Old Denmark never liked this very much. Unless he wants to spend a good few hours perfectly preserved in a giant ice cube in all his drag-y glory, it would probably be best just to make a tiny effort to stand.]

[bornwithskison]

[Well, he's no high school boy but he is shaking a little.

Or a lot.

Face it, the fabric isn't that thick, especially with some of it being transparent.]

...M'I back home? S'cold. Can I have a scarf? Or mittens?

[semblance]

[And it just keeps getting colder.]

You can.

If you get up from that unseemly heap on my doorstep.

[bornwithskison]

M'not ugly. [

rolls onto his back]

[semblance]

[Dear god Norway.]

No. You're not.

But it's a little early in the morning for vanity.

[bornwithskison]

[He's an odd drunk, isn't he? At least Denmark could hold his alcohol.]

M'not a heap of leaves, either.