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[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

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[when_in_me]

Ehhh? Belgium, what's with you?

[wafels]

Bier! Bier is with me!

...w-wait, Rome?!

[when_in_me]

Beer!? I want some!

[wafels]

I think I drank it all!

But how'd you hear this?

[when_in_me]

Cuz you said it over the phone.

That we're speaking on.

Right now.

[wafels]

O-oh!

I... I only meant for this to go to broer!

[when_in_me]

Whoops!

Do you need help getting back to the house?

[wafels]

No, no, I think I'll be okay! Broer said he'd come find me so... so I'll be okay!

[when_in_me]

Okay! You're sounding more sober already.

[wafels]

Maybe I am, then!