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[bornwithskison]

Whoever got my brother drunk, speak up. He has silver hair, a puffin, and a small po--horse. If anyone knows the culprit, I'd like to know their name and age, please. If they speak up themselves, their punishment will be less severe.

[Filtered to Denmark]

If it was you, you're dead. If not, be on the lookout.

[Filtered to self, Iceland, easily

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[puffinparadise]

[SO

HUNGOVER.]

Urgh...er...feel bad about what again? My head hurts.

[bornwithskison]

[HA HA

SERVES YOU RIGHT

ONLY NOT. COME TO BROTHER LITTBROR.]

What I've been moping around for the past few weeks. Normally I'd feel bad, but I can just say 'good'. You were drunk.

[puffinparadise]

[WE'LL VISIT

AS LONG AS WE DON'T

IDK, PASS OUT IN THE STREET?]

Oh yeah, that. How come? It...it wasn't completely my fault. I thought it was just, er, what was it again-- punch.

[bornwithskison]

[IT'S OKAY WE'LL JUST DRAG YOU INSIDE.]

I don't know. I'll find whoever did it, Island. Promise.

[puffinparadise]

[WHAT IF WE WERE HALF WAY THERE?

THERE'S FOUR STREETS BETWEEN YOUR HOUSE AND OURS.]

Wierd. At least you aren't hiding in a... It was a shed...full of tools-- Oh yeah, toolshed. Thanks. H-how did I end up in a dress again?

[bornwithskison]

[WE'LL TRY TO CARRY YOU? OR WE CAN GET THE BIKE AND... PUT YOU ON THE HANDLEBARS OR SOMETHING. THAT SHOULD WORK.]

Normally I would be--I don't know why I'm not. I have no idea. You were kind of cute, though.

[puffinparadise]

[O-OR YOU COULD GET THOSE BIKES WITH TWO SEATS...MAYBE. DO THEY EVEN HAVE THOSE AROUND HERE?]

Maybe you got tired of sitting in a toolshed? Dress or not, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not cute?

[bornwithskison]

[I DON'T KNOW BUT MAYBE WE COULD MAKE ONE. OR ASK SVE TO DO IT.]

...I think it's because I can admit that I both love them. I don't know. Until the day I die.

[puffinparadise]

[OR YOU COULD TAKE DÖGG. WE WOULDN'T MIND.]

I don't know either. At least I think I don't. You should know...I think. Looks like I'll be saying the same sentence for the next...eternity.

[bornwithskison]

[BUT WE'D HAVE TO GO ALL THE WAY BACK TO YOUR HOUSE.]

Maybe it'll show itself to me. I wouldn't mind.

[puffinparadise]

[THE WALKING'S GOOD FOR YOU, COFFEE-DEPRIVED BRO.]

Best of luck if it does. I'll end up talking your ear off.

[bornwithskison]

[WE WALK EVERYWHERE THOUGH.]

I'll probably need it. I don't mind that either.

[puffinparadise]

[AND MORE WALKING IS EVEN BETTER. IT'LL GET YOUR MIND OFF OF COFFEE...AND IT'LL HELP YOU MOW THE GRASS.]

Norge, do you mind if I visit later? I still don't feel too good but... What if I kill my throat in the process?

[bornwithskison]

[BUT WHAT IF WE PASS A COFFEE SHOP...]

My door is always open for you. You know that. I'll bring it back.

[puffinparadise]

[THEN WE'LL DUCT TAPE THE DOORS SHUT.]

I know, but I feel terrible right now. I can't think straight. H-how would you even go about that?

[bornwithskison]

[DOORS HAVE NEVER STOPPED PURE VIKING DETERMINATION!]

Do you want me to come get you, or can you make it over? I could find a way.