[Heat watches the dream, recognizing the face and the name as none other than Austria's girl-thing. He has a look of cocky, if perplexed and confused, curiosity about him.
Maybe it's just the fact that her name amuses him so damn much.
[A bit taken aback as she recognizes the person from the cannibal event a few months ago but she's even more shocked by the horrible pronunciation of her name]
[Whatever, he doesn't care. Hungary will always and forever be Hungry to him.]
Hungry. You don't look very hungry.
[A pause as he mulls over the dream a little. When he speaks, he talks as if pronouncing and learning the words and their meanings for the first time.]
Maybe it's just the fact that her name amuses him so damn much.
Your name is Hungry, the one I heard about.
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I'm sorry but my name is Hungary, not Hungry...
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Hungry. You don't look very hungry.
[A pause as he mulls over the dream a little. When he speaks, he talks as if pronouncing and learning the words and their meanings for the first time.]
A waltz... That is a kind of dance.
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Ah...yes. Do you know it?
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[It was something that popped into his head. He'd never heard of dancing before seeing this dream, nor does he know the waltz.]
I don't know what the hell that is, but I know it's my style. Hmph...
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You don't seem the type, now that you say that...
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