kaheksa // 08

[webfreedomftw]

[Checking the morning mail was... eventful, to say the least. The pet hadn't been properly packaged, not in the slightest, and when Estonia had opened the mailbox, it had rolled out, proceeding, almost immediately, to gain the interest of a neighbourhood dog

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[muskatli]

Your puppies seem well fed.

[webfreedomftw]

[That's his cue to blush sheepishly.]

They have healthy appetites.

1/2

[muskatli]

They're so round I can hardly see their--

[muskatli]

[Wait a minute] ...Where are their legs?

[webfreedomftw]

They, uh... don't usually have legs, actually.

[muskatli]

Ah...

I wonder if I should really ask...

[webfreedomftw]

[Pause. Estonia looks at his pets, one straining at the end of his leash and the other cooing at some sort of weed he's found on the lawn nearby. He looks back at Hungary.]

They're cute, right?

[muskatli]

They certainly are! I almost feel like squeezing them. [And putting them in dresses, really, but baby steps!]

[webfreedomftw]

Oh! You can if you'd like. They're friendly.

[Bending over, he scoops both of them up and holds them out to her.]

[muskatli]

[Well then! She's always had a thing for round... Things. Like young Italy. She accepts the first one, squeezing experimentally before smooshing it to her chest.]

This makes me so happy!

[webfreedomftw]

[Mochitaly makes a few happy little cooing noises, apparently quite contented where he is.]

Well that's good, Ungari. I think he likes you.

[muskatli]

[Mochis like C-cups, obviously] How soft! I wish I could dress them up, too.

[webfreedomftw]

... Dress them up?

[muskatli]

A little bow on this one [squeeeeeeeeezes], or maybe hats. They'd be adorable.

[webfreedomftw]

A little bow?

Well... I suppose he'd probably like it.

[muskatli]

Oh you would, little squishy thing, wouldn't you? [No, not Estonia. All of her attention is lavished on the mochi.]

...What do you call them, anyway?