§ so I traded away that cow and got the fiddle back again

[bornwithskison]

[If you happen to be out and about town, you'll find Norway wandering the streets in this little number. Is he fully aware of it? Yes. Does he look embarrassed? Nope. Sadly enough, this was his clothing that he wore before arriving. Do you mistake him for a girl? What do you do? He wouldn't care either way. Eventually, he stops in front of the

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[seniorfilia]

[Wearing his one gorgeous dress tunic and looking at Norway with approval.] It seems so, m'sieur.

[bornwithskison]

I was told by the man in my house that I'd be going here again. I don't remember ever going to one.

[He glances over. Eyebrow raise.] You look familiar.

[seniorfilia]

[Now see, France is a bit of a ditz. And was really relieved to see someone wearing proper clothes. And is used to Norway being just that tiny bit younger-]

Ah... Non.

[bornwithskison]

No, really. ...I haven't been out on my own since I had the plague, but...

You look like... France?

[seniorfilia]

... You are imagining things, m'sieur.

[bornwithskison]

Maybe I was sicker than I thought, then.

[seniorfilia]

Certainement! That must be it!