[ Goodness. Here's a stranger.
It's been a good several weeks since Scotland has really been seen or communicating with anybody. He wasn't in contact with people as he faced his fears, nor before or after it until today. Our official city recluse finally makes himself seen, walking down the street, swinging the neck of a bottle containing something
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[[KIND OF NOT OKAY WITH THIS]]
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Grumbling for a moment, a smirk tweaks upon his lips. ]
Oiiiii. Who tha' fuck are yeh? I'mmur nae fuckin' drunk, lad, jus' a wee bit tipsy--!
O, sey, hou come I'uv ne'er seen ye before, mate?
[ you know despite the fact you never talk to anybody, Scotland. ]
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Maybe you should get ta bed, or sit down fer a while. Else ya might hurt yerself, or maybe someone else.
[[He's not... angry? He just seems concerned about people's wellbeing.]]
An' I disappeared fer a while, but I'm back now. I'm Rufus Townsen.
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Oi, ay, ye seem like a right mint lad. Nae English, that's fer sure-- certainly o'ready a mate o'mine I'mmur seying!
Y'an' I can be great chinas, I'mmur thinkin'!
Tell me, then. Hou di ye feel aboot tha' English? Aee, they're wee cock lickers they are. Bloody bastards-- rollin' around in their fuckin' money. Fuckin' pisses me aff, that it does!
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what]]
I ain't got no personal beef with the English. Or with anyone, fer that matter.
[[unfortunately that's the only thing he can understand from scotland's angry little tirade]]
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