to where the sun is silent

[isoltace]

[There is a Spain standing in one of the kitchens, washing up plates from the dinner he'd just had in his home world, seeming just as oblivious as anyone else (especially Spain) who'd been brought without them knowing it.]

[He sets the current dish in the rack and reaches for the next, humming a certain song that had been playing on his kitchen

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/walks in fashionably late

[beldjike_belgie]

[she needed out of her room again. . .time for wandering? perfect, she'd run into Spain, hm? gives him a lazy, content little wave as she heads for the fridge~]

party don't start...

[isoltace]

[He glances back at her, still humming to himself.]

[Then,] Hola Bella~

til' Bel walk in?

[beldjike_belgie]

Hola~

[what is she even here for? beer sounds nice right about now. and chocolate. especially that.]

[you sound a little different, but she's not letting that get to her] How're you?

hell yeah

[isoltace]

[He smiled and finished up his dishes, going to put his left overs away.]

[Wait, beer? In his fridge? He's mildly puzzled at that, leaning back against the counter.]

It's so nice to see you, tesoro.