Quatre

[wafels]

[Filtered to Netherlands. Only not, because she's drunk. Consider the entire post to be read in a rather slurred tone of voice.]

Ah... broer, I'm sorry, I-- I didn't mean to say you don't give good a'vice. You do. You really do. I like it when you try - it makes you seem sweet, y'know? Ah... I told you I'd be okay, though, and I'm okay! I'm okay.

I'm okay! I'm fiiiiiiine~ I'm really, really good now! I've missed bier. There should be--be moreofit.

I dunno how to get back to the house, though. I shouldn' sleep outside. Gimme direcshuns?

I love you, broer~