A: 946 Beulah Street
[Hey, parents. One of your kids isn't what he used to be. This is probably best seen by the way he's creeping around the house with the lamp he unplugged from the nightstand in the room he woke up in, assuming this a dream or a prank, but ready with a blunt object and a fairly good swing should the place turn hostile.]
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Estonia?
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I knew it was you! You almost had me, too, using Hungary and all.
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It's kind of selfish of me, but I'm glad that you're here.
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[Almost completely nonplussed.]
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I saw you a week ago. You e-mailed me yesterday.
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[He sighs lightly.] Knowing that you have e-mail must mean that you're from around my time. That's a relief!
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It was May of 2011 for me. And you?
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In any case, you'll probably be able to figure this place out a little faster than I did. Plus you'll be able to get some of your things back in the mail over time!
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[Aside from his glasses, of course, but these work just as well and don't keep sliding off his face, so he supposes he's not allowed to complain about them.]
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[The sound that follows may or may not be identifiable as Finland (lightly) slamming his hand against a desk in excitement.]
And guess what else? I have a box of mobile phones that we can use for a contest! Plus Swe built me a sauna a while back that we can use. And there's a bunch of salmiakki and vodka and stuff back at my place! How about we go drinking soon?!
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But drinking sounds good. Very good. Sweden's here?
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Not anymore, no. [The small laugh that follows sounds just a bit forced.]
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