[oo9;] hauskaa halloweeniä!

[thousandlakes]

I guess Sverige and I are going to need to find a lot of glitter for this Halloween holiday... and I'll have to find a wig? (I can't believe I'm letting myself do this though!! Though you are supposed to dress up as something different... Right?) I wonder if they'll let us into that masquerade dressed like that, though

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[kortsagt]

[ rather unceremoniously (how does one conduct one's self while in costume, anyway?) looms onto the scene, keeping against a wall for any number of reasons:

annnnd with some sort of odd dirty-blond dye job going on (it is probably spray paint, but details, details), oddly casual wear, and... some strange sheen all over what skin is visible, he makes an oddly conspicuous figure over there.

and after rubbing somewhat fitfully at his shimmer-tainted forehead, he watches.

he waits. ]

[thousandlakes]

[ equally as awkward for a whole host of different reasons, Finland is bewigged, bothered and uncomfortably dressed in what would probably usually only look somewhat feminine if not for the long brown hair he's suddenly sporting. he fiddles with it before emerging to meet Sweden.

and blinks at the sparkle he seems to have picked up. ]

Wow, it really does look ridiculous!

[ says the guy in a wig and a girl's parka. ]

[kortsagt]

[ he tugs at the collar of his uncomfortably casual shirt. and jerks his head rather stiffly down in greeting. ]

...

[ and then, like a new sense (like a meteor breaking the darkness of his moonless night) assaulting him: ]

...

Th't smell.

[ loom loom loom. ]

[thousandlakes]

[ oddly enough, the awkward slowly fades and he finds himself comfortable with how little space there is between them, Finland just scratches the back of his head and looks up at him. ]

Oh yeah, I remember something about flowers, so uh, I thought I'd borrow some...perfume...

[ he reddens; how embarrassing. (at least he didn't look like a human disco ball though.) ]

Does it bother you? I can get rid of it -

[ and he turns quickly to make his way back into the bathroom until the carpet springs out and catches his foot. or something similar. let's have ourselves the opening to a really impressive faceplant. ]

[kortsagt]

[ shimmers quite magnificently and steps closer, before The Fall --

and he springs forward like a frog or maybe something a little more dashing; knocks down a (Chinese-made) lamp and grabs Finland unceremoniously; saves him from certain d... ownward-tropism. ... and in record time, too. ]

... Freesia.

[ suddenly: very close! ]

-- 'Nd vodka.

[ Enchanting. ]

[thousandlakes]

Oh!

[ one impressively ridiculous stumble and one sharp jerky stop later, he rights himself quickly with Sweden's help and turns to thank him, only vaguely startled by the abrupt close proximity. he opens his mouth to awkwardly thank him when

Sweden's eyes (which, and he'd never noticed until just this moment, look stunningly like two flawless buttery topaz shining down on him from such a luminescent, strong face) catch his, and

and ]

Th-thanks, Sverige...

[ gosh where did that come from? strange. ]

Denmark drank everything else with that m-energy stuff, that was all that was left!