*nudges at his own gift, feeling an odd kind of hopeful depression* I got one, too, huh? It's too small to be Toris vodka what I really want right now... *plucks at the ribbon, watching it untie itself and fall down with childlike fascination, and opens the box carefully* ...?
*Having arrived near the end of the Olympic events, Norge isn't quite sure what this party was all about, and he amuses himself poking the small figurines next to the letter*
Yes. *smiles almost shyly at him, crouched down to look over the edge of the table at the figures* They gave me a valentine... I've never gotten one before, and... *trails off, groping for words he can't find, and settles instead for just beaming*
Third, hnn...?! NOT BAD considering I got fuckin' sidetracked by brats all over th'place -- it'll do! UNTIL TH' TIME COMES WHEN I USURP TH' GLORIOUS TITLE OF NUMBER ONE.
*comes upon the celebration and watches it for a moment. then silently counts off the 7 medals his country won during the Games... before proceeding toward the food*
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"yak noise"
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*looks at him and trots over, smelling, then tasting his hair*
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*but eventually gets around to petting it's neck*
Big fella'...
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... ;~; I... I'm so happy right now, I don't even want much any vodka. *Sniff*
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My.
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*the present, of course, is asure!*
I'M SO FUCKIN' HAPPY.
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Good job with bronze Turkiye!!
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Oh, hello. I've never seen you before! You must be new?
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*notices his lingering gaze on the pastry and waves it at him*
Do you want some?
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