[ ... Decked out in purple and gold and staring blankly at the screen with his mouth agape. It's been at least 20 minutes after his game, but the shock is still on his face.
He's honestly just fighting the strong urge to hang himself right now ]
[taking a seat after snatching that remote, and turning the TV to the MyPa vs. HJK Helsinki soccer match. suddenly Finnish starts blasting out of the speakers. he calmly offers the other the plate of cabbage rolls he's carried as snacks.
obviously, he has no idea the proper foods for game day.] Here, have some kaalikääryle, you look like someone's died.
[obviously, these cabbages stuffed with meat and rice will make him feel a million times better.]
[shoving it insistently in his face. eat, god damn it! if he eats all of these he'll get fat and he only has one pair of pants until he figures out a way to jimmy his door open.]
Varför alla guld och lila? [assuming he's swedish.. or something.]
Varför? Amerikansk fotboll är så dum. Vad gör de annat än smälla varandra i röven? [mister stupid here, just assuming that he's Swedish from now until forever as he slumps into the seat beside him.
Sven... Southern Minnesota, USA. I thought you were Swedish! But being so close to Sweden and all, ya must know the language well. I used to know some Finnish but I fergot almost all of it...
Swedish is one of my official languages. [a shrug.] It happens when Sweden kind of.. owns you for a while. [he won't bring up russia. that's a sore spot.]
What a shame though, that you forgot Finnish. Voi hyvin. [even though he shrugs, his punishment is no more cabbage rolls. >C]
[this scandinavian doesn't claim failures. he'll be waving his hand frantically in front of the others face.]
Hei ... Haloo?
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H-hello...?
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[this poor sap understands nothing about American football.
but he so desperately wants to watch his football match. or the grand prix.]
You're blocking the TV.
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[ He hands him the remote ]
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[taking a seat after snatching that remote, and turning the TV to the MyPa vs. HJK Helsinki soccer match. suddenly Finnish starts blasting out of the speakers. he calmly offers the other the plate of cabbage rolls he's carried as snacks.
obviously, he has no idea the proper foods for game day.]
Here, have some kaalikääryle, you look like someone's died.
[obviously, these cabbages stuffed with meat and rice will make him feel a million times better.]
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[shoving it insistently in his face. eat, god damn it! if he eats all of these he'll get fat and he only has one pair of pants until he figures out a way to jimmy his door open.]
Varför alla guld och lila? [assuming he's swedish.. or something.]
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He takes a bite of the cabbage and swallows before responding ]
Amerikansk fotboll...
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Varför? Amerikansk fotboll är så dum. Vad gör de annat än smälla varandra i röven?
[mister stupid here, just assuming that he's Swedish from now until forever as he slumps into the seat beside him.
so much for introducing yourself to someone new.]
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[ He continues to eat the food he gave him ]
Thanks fer the food by the way, do you speak English?
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[he turns to look at the other, both eyebrows raised. well, slap him in the ass and call him silly - that totally isn't a european accent.]
Ja, of course I do. [offering the plate again.] Want another?
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[ Snagging that food ]
So, where are ya from?
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Suomessa. Finland. Helsinki, to be exact. [a sidelong glance.]
And you? You don't sound like you're from Europe.
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Swedish is one of my official languages. [a shrug.] It happens when Sweden kind of.. owns you for a while. [he won't bring up russia. that's a sore spot.]
What a shame though, that you forgot Finnish. Voi hyvin. [even though he shrugs, his punishment is no more cabbage rolls. >C]
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Aah...I know Norwegian the most, but yeah, I'm sorry.
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