sex ❆ phone/action

[fireandiceland]

A; Phone {Fail filter to Norway}

Hey, Nore? You're coming over, right?

[He sounds a touch frightened.]

B; 1668 Nelson Street

[Iceland hadn't enjoyed the past few days, having to drink milk each day to avoid potentially being droned and killing people around town. Razor blades, poison, one day that was really fuzzy for some reason... Getting

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Phone;

[tranches]

Hey you. Do you know what's going on with people? I just arrived here a few days ago and my fake daughter is calling me a flower.

Does it have anything to do with the food or something?

[fireandiceland]

I guess my filter didn't work...

It's probably because of the milk everyone has to drink. Unless she's just weird.

[tranches]

I heard that faggot. Fuck your mother in the ass cuntlicker.

Milk? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now I can't eat my sweets~

[fireandiceland]

[Wow, all he said was his filter didn't work, chill.] Well only one person should've heard this call.

And there's nothing wrong with the bakery. Or the milk you can buy at the grocery store.

[criticizes]

[ Norway didn't even need to hear the phone call; he'd been over with Ice every day to check up on him.

He looks around the living room before calling out. ] Ya here?

[fireandiceland]

[Iceland makes a small noise of confirmation from the kitchen, but doesn't move or say anything else.]

[criticizes]

[ Norway immediately walks to the kitchen and finds him curled up. He knows this won't turn out well, but he kneels down next to him and starts trying to pick him up. ]

I'll take ya to the couch.

[fireandiceland]

[Well, he won't resist the attempt, he'll just be dead weight not literally, and generally flop against Norway either way.]