Two unrecognized nations late one night....

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*It's past bedtime and Cypress and Tibet walk down the HQ's halls holding hands.

Cypress is sporting pajamas, a wee nightcap and dragging a pillow along the ground. Tibet, who has to wear his robes as long as he's awake, also has a pillow and a case of the yawns.

Both kids are also calling out pretty loudly, either: *

"Mr. Hassan! Mr. Hassan! Mr.

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[opatilla]

*Cyprus frowns with disappointment, rubbing his eyes sleepily with the back of his hand, no Turkiye or Egypt in sight*

My father promised he'd tell me a bedtime story...

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*Yawns. Again.*

I didn't know Mr. Adnan was *yawn* married. *rubs his eyes too*
Is your mom pretty?

[opatilla]

*tightens his grip on Tibet's hand, checking curiously behind a door to no avail*

Well they aren't yet.
Of course!

[world_roof]

They aren't yet? Is Mr. Adnan going to ask your mom soon? Is he going to have flowers? Is he going to give her a cake? *tightens his grip and tries to help Cypress carry his pillow*

Does you're mom tell stories too?

[opatilla]

... *puzzled, wondering if his father is the type to do any of those things* Something of the sort, I bet.

*eyelids drooping, but determined to carry on!*
Yes, good ones. But not as good as my dad's!

Where's your parents?

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*more than a little dozy. Meanders dangerously close to a decorative table*

Maybe you can tell me one of her stories sometime. After we find Mr. Adnan and Mr. Hassan and your mom.

I dunno *shrugs around the pillow* I think they lost me on my mountain. But that's ok. I have a yak friend, and a cow friend, and a you friend.
And there's this crazy man who thinks I live with him... when I really don't!
*meanders dangerously close to a decorative vase*

[opatilla]

*listens to Tibet's sad sad tale, sympathizing! though kind of jealous of the yak*
But who sends you money when you're in an economic crisis?

Mr. Hassan is my mom, silly!
*tugs Tibet away from the decorative vase, toppling over and sending them both sprawling on the floor, knocking over the decorative vase anyway*

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*there were totally two vases there [I didn't fail], this is demonstrated when vase one, knocks over vase two which knocks over an important looking bust*

... Money? ... Um... I don't have any money... No body ever gives me any. But I guess I could always pray for some...

*didn't hear the rest of that, especially that part about Mrs. Hassan. Too busy watching the domino effect of stuff being destroyed.... Looks forlornly at the mess*

Do you think we're going to get in trouble now...?

[opatilla]

... NOT IF WE RUN.

*drags Tibet along!!*

[world_roof]

*Not used to living on the wild side like this! Is dragged!*

W-where are we going?! ... Oops. *realises that Cypress lost something*

Oh no! You left your pillow behind!

*is being bad!influence'D*

[splainintodo]

*Is walking down the HQ's halls, perhaps sneaking a very unhealthy midnight snack. PERHAPS. Yes, he was supposed to diet, but but but*

.... *contemplates dodging around the corner upon being spotted, until he sees who is causing the commotion. Stares at the two* ....

[opatilla]

*doesn't see the LARGE CUBAN appear out of nowhere until it's too late, trying to halt on his heels, but camel slippers not providing much traction against the floor*

AAAAAH!

[world_roof]

.... *they both bump into the man*

oof!....

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!!!

1/2

[splainintodo]

*hardly budges; IS CUBA. BUDGES FOR NO ONE. WOULD RATHER BE IN POVERTY AND SUCK THAN BUDGE*

... *clears his throat* Isn't it past your bedtime?

2/3 .. i lied B|

[splainintodo]

... *SPOTS THE TERRIBLE CARNAGE*

[splainintodo]

... You two are in so much trouble.