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[sunflowersunday]

[ What do Russias dream offff when they take a little Russian snoooozzeee? Do they dream of America wallowing in a waste pooooolll? Okay enough of that nonsense. Back to what is actually happening

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[turn4bout]

[ In Soviet Narnia.

The ash is delicious. Licking everything in sight. 'sup Russia. ]

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[sunflowersunday]

[ Sup Terezi. I bet it tastes like victory. Now Russia will turn his attention away from SPACESPACEWANNAGOTOSPACE to smile at Terezi. ]

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[ Andddd stepping back into the ash to have a nice look around. ]

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[turn4bout]

Tastes like victory, hehehe!

[ Hold on, got to twirl in the ash and make ash-angels. I'd do it, man. ]

So! What is this place?

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[sunflowersunday]

I bet it does. It feels like it too.

[ A somewhat empty victory, but that's expected. Russia always feels pretty empty.

He pauses a bit, trying to formulate a reply. ]

Was. A once friend. Enemy. A sad little boy with delusions of heroism and freedom. An image of glamor and wealth that desperately tried to hide his own emptiness and imperfection. But I imagine in this dream, he is finally at peace. Now all that is left of him is quiet and ash.

[ He watches some ash pile up in his hand before allowing it to drop through his fingers. Not exactly sad, but there is a hint of regret in his tone. ]

Is only a pity that the thrill of rivalry is gone. Now there is no rush of competition! I suppose there is always England on his tiny, determined rock. But ah, it is not the same.

[ MY KISMESIS IS GONE AND NOW LIFE IS BORINGGGGGG. or something. ]

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Oh.

[ Terezi halts her frolicking for a moment. ]

What was his name?

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[sunflowersunday]

America.

[ He's quiet for a moment before bursting out into his usual grin. ]

Ah! But is only a dream, yes? And what are dreams but entertaining fantasies? Even if I make it come true, reality has so much more to offer first!

[ Experimentally, he scoops up another pile of ash and brings it close to his mouth. He then carefully sticks his tongue out to taste it.

...He doesn't even flinch. VODKA HAS BURNED AWAY HIS TASTE BUDS. ]

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[turn4bout]

I'm sure you two will have many black-filled hateventures before your victoryash falls.

[ She gets all up in Russia's business, getting a closer "look" at him tasting the ash. ]

Like it?

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[sunflowersunday]

Undoubtedly!

[ You make him happy. THIS DREAM MAKES HIM HAPPY. Fuck yeah Soviet Narnia. He grins even wider at the question. ]

You are right. Tastes like victory.