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[singularjustice]

Characters: N and Canada
Location: Canada's Apartment
Time: Evening on Easter.
Style: [ First, if that's okay? ]
Status: CLOSED.

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[vimyridge]

[He had skipped out of the whole Easter thing rather early, having only stopped for a bit to talk to Alice about... eating eggs. Which was ironic is an odd sort of way.

Not expecting any visitors, he jumped just a bit when he heard a knock on the door.] H- hold on a moment.

[Marking the page of his book, he set it down on the coffee table and climbed off the couch, heading for the door.] Can I he-

[...oh. Sighing softly, he looked down.] L- look. I'm really sorry for ruining the whole thing earlier for you.

[singularjustice]

[ N had not been expecting an apology the second Canada opened the door, and as such blinked at him blankly before managing to shake his head. He did not want to tell Canada he was still bit upset about the whole thing, and was tempted to tell him it was fine; was this what Canada meant about lying? ]

It's not your fault. I'd have found out sometime. Zoroark likes eggs; she ate a lot of them.

[ He had to change the subject, quick. He felt guilty that Canada felt guilty. ]

I brought you something!

[vimyridge]

[Clearly, he was going to have to find better places to hide when he didn't want to be found. He would have been occupying America's couch, but he was pretty much avoiding his brother at the moment so the only other place he had- ....DAMMIT. He probably could have went to Iceland's and occupied his couch for a while. Next time.]

...there's not all that bad, really. Lots of recipes use them. [And there he went again, probably making things worse. He'd probably apologise for that, too, later.]

Y- you didn't have to bring me anything.

[singularjustice]

[ N does not want to think about eggs being cooked, but he manages not to flinch. He has slowly been learning to accept that it is okay for people to eat eggs and meat like Pokemon do, but the thought of doing it himself still turns his stomach. Instead he focuses on his gift.

He shoves the basket out in front of him. ]

I- I wanted to. I won this. Or-- Purrloin won it, because she still wanted to find eggs. But she doesn't eat chocolate, so it's mine. And you've been really nice and brought me tissues and took care of me when I got drunk --

[ He is babbling now. He has never really thanked someone like this before. ]