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[lutefisk]

[When the Guide first comes on there's a brief close up of a large yellow bird before the view eventually flips around to show the owner.

Norway looks about as calm and disinterested as one can possibly get about their circumstances, paying no mind to the excited, yipping puppy he's tucked under his other arm while speaking.]This Guide's more

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[plaidmanskirt]

[ fuck no fuck no no more Nordics. ONE IS ENOUGH.
His right eye visibly twitches. ]

When the blazes did ye get 'ere.

[[ ooc; any concerns or questions you have regarding Scotland, feel free to contact me ;u; ]]

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[lutefisk]

[Meanwhile, he looks pretty casual about this.]

I figured it's obvious, you.

[ooc: ooh mr. scotland ooh~ /swoons <3]

[plaidmanskirt]

[ huff! ]

Whit's that stupid calm expression for--!? Yer nae pissing yerself beelin like most o' the numpties 'ere when they first arrived, but I guess that's typical o' ye. Ne'er ken whit yer thinking, Norway.

[ incoherent grumbling. he folds his arms. ]

Well, fuck. First Artair, and nou ye. Let me guess. Denmark is gaun tae arrive next, is 'e? It's just like fuckin' Christmas, isn't it?

[lutefisk]

There ain't no point in panickin' when I ain't immediately dyin'. Unless yer tellin' me there's a reason t'be while yer bein' cozy there, Scotland.

[At that point the chocobo is poking her head over Norway's shoulder, but he continues without seeming to notice.]

'nd it's likely. He's gotten that knack of showin' up when no one wants him, kinda like some others.

wow so late.

[plaidmanskirt]

[ Visibly shudders. ]

... Maybe nae this time..

[ Then, he huffs. ]

Iceland is the only other one 'ere.

it's aged like fine wine. or scotch.

[lutefisk]

[His expression remains neutral, but his tone changes for a quick second.] Are we in immediate danger.

[But then Norway sighs quietly, relieved even if it isn't so obvious. Unlike Scotland, he actually loves his bro okay.]

Probably relieves ya, don't it.

/rolls in it.

[plaidmanskirt]

[ Scotland crosses his arms, sneering slightly. ]

Sure daes.

[ Then, he looks to the side. ]

Hn. Monthly, somethin' may 'appen tae us. 'As tae dae with the probability drive or some stupid shite. But, for tha' most part, na.

/openly watches [chinhands]

[lutefisk]

Then I'm hopin' yer gone before the worst. [Because he can't even wish Denmark on his worst enemy.]

Willin' t'elaborate on that, Scotland.