*while not hungover (ingested only one (1) scorpion and no beverage but coffee, after all), is currently suffering from a cold monstrous as the United States (I went there) due to one Cat Drowning in Puddle incident of last night.
consequence the second; he has found himself without any non-drenched clothing to speak of, as he was wearing every single article he owned the night before in order to brave the Arctic winters. (you never know with this weather, after all.) all he wears now is a large Swedish flag (don't tell me you don't carry your standard on you 24/7) around his shoulders and possibly still-damp underwear. it's pitiful, avert your eyes.
consequence the third; his glasses have been lost to one Vietnam. thus, is meandering near the pond, 80% blind, and wishing for nothing more than the newspaper and a couple facial tissues.
*with her hat pulled down so low over her eyes (all the cool kids do it!) it's a wonder she hasn't fallen into the frigid waters again. She stiffles a sniffle. and suddenly BAM! Walks into a huge mountain of pain.*
DOW! *her head reals, and she slams her hand against a perfectly toned chest obstacle in frustration*
Pillars do not speak... nor do they slam their hands upon my head...Who are you?...Have we met?
*frisks pillar, looking for some sort of physical recognition here and not immediately noticing it is nearly naked. Is coughed on. She sneezes in retaliation.*
... Mm. *says Not a Word, as inside is a-clamoring with the realization that He Is Too Loud.*
................................ *robotically wipes away whatever wetness came with the sneeze - and... reluctantly offers a corner of his flag for nose-wiping services.*
*reaches out to push the loud thing away only to get a handful of flag... interesting. Tugs on it experimentally. Seems sturdy... grips the material tightly and tries to pull himself up from his crouched position*
*carefully, GINGERLY, TENTATIVELY draws Yao to his feet - half-expecting Yao's unearthly wailing or Yao's spitting out a demon - any number of creative horrors he has come to associate with the nearby Pon'.*
*He ascends! Despite expending no effort of his own Yao finds this vertical journey completely exhausting. Decides making base camp here is the best idea*
Nnnh?...Try for the summit... at dawn.
*rests his forehead on Sweden's flag-covered arm for a moment waiting for his stomach to catch up with the rest of him. His stomach apparently taking the scenic route, having stopped for a picnic somewhere around his knees*
...better Canada, than America. He would have... stuck a burger on it.
*breathes heavily as his stomach suddenly lurches into its rightful place, dropping queasy souvenirs all over the place from its grand tour of Yao Country*
... *frowns deeply and steadies Yao with his hands on the other's shoulders, and - this might do - nearsightedly arranges the healing, kind Swedish flag around Yao's shoulders. it admittedly looks awkward on Yao, but then again, the main problem was probably the moment yellow and blue were sewn together in the first place.* ... Protects fr'm th' North'n Toad. ... *sniffle sniffle*
consequence the second; he has found himself without any non-drenched clothing to speak of, as he was wearing every single article he owned the night before in order to brave the Arctic winters. (you never know with this weather, after all.) all he wears now is a large Swedish flag (don't tell me you don't carry your standard on you 24/7) around his shoulders and possibly still-damp underwear. it's pitiful, avert your eyes.
consequence the third; his glasses have been lost to one Vietnam. thus, is meandering near the pond, 80% blind, and wishing for nothing more than the newspaper and a couple facial tissues.
...... sneezes.*
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DOW! *her head reals, and she slams her hand against a perfectly toned chest obstacle in frustration*
Watch where you're going tall pillar!
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'S m'savior.
*... touches the hat, wondering if an animal has made its home on her head - and a horrendously unbecoming coughing fit commences.*
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*frisks pillar, looking for some sort of physical recognition here and not immediately noticing it is nearly naked.
Is coughed on.
She sneezes in retaliation.*
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................................ *robotically wipes away whatever wetness came with the sneeze - and... reluctantly offers a corner of his flag for nose-wiping services.*
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... *extra quiet (and somewhat nasally):* ... It'll tear.
*carefully, GINGERLY, TENTATIVELY draws Yao to his feet - half-expecting Yao's unearthly wailing or Yao's spitting out a demon - any number of creative horrors he has come to associate with the nearby Pon'.*
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Nnnh?...Try for the summit... at dawn.
*rests his forehead on Sweden's flag-covered arm for a moment waiting for his stomach to catch up with the rest of him. His stomach apparently taking the scenic route, having stopped for a picnic somewhere around his knees*
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*keeps one arm around him stalwartly, tantamount to all the passion of a true passionless Scandinavian, and squints down at him.
... wipes his nose.* ... ... *...shifts his weight from one foot to another.* ...
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*breathes heavily as his stomach suddenly lurches into its rightful place, dropping queasy souvenirs all over the place from its grand tour of Yao Country*
AUUGHHH. DAMMIT. *winces, bites lip, shivers*
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... *frowns deeply and steadies Yao with his hands on the other's shoulders, and - this might do - nearsightedly arranges the healing, kind Swedish flag around Yao's shoulders. it admittedly looks awkward on Yao, but then again, the main problem was probably the moment yellow and blue were sewn together in the first place.* ... Protects fr'm th' North'n Toad. ... *sniffle sniffle*
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And you. Stranger. You sound terrible. *pushes a dainty handkerchief with flower embroidery at his chest sharply*
Blow.
*she commands*
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*looks up, and up, at Su-san as his sister shoves the handkerchief at his chest. His bare chest... his-* WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?
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...
Gives a nice long appraising look*
Hmmm, that is a good question. Stranger, why are you so devoid of clothes?
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...FREEZES. STOCK-STILL. TWO PAIRS OF EYES ON HIS ALMOST-NAKEDNESS.*
....*squints at the both of them.*
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[a tumbleweed.]
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*endlessly arranging the flag around a soporific Yao*
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