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[liekomgedingly]

I am so not cool with this.

Okay, here are the things I want. In order.

One? My freedom.

Two? A shirt.

Three? Pants that aren't totally trashy. Oh, my God, what was wrong with whoever picked these? Skin-tight leather? Gag me with a spoon!

Oh, and anyone who thinks they own me? Yeah, um, no.[Fun Poland fact: He's so used to people getting

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[liekomgedingly]

[Glances over at Estonia, somehow feeling even less comfortable with his shirtlessness. I mean, who wants to be half-naked around their man's brother? Ew.]

Yeah. Like... unfortunately. God, this place is like, a sin against fashion!

[And the tightness of his pants might be a sin just... more generally.]

...What happened to you, anyway? [Finally noticed his face!]

[liekomgedingly]

[Poland... does not look pleased at this news.]

He did what? Ugh. I totally told him to lay off of you guys!

[Obviously, they are going to have to have another little chat. Stupid Russia -_- He'll have to get Liet to come with him this time--people listen more when they work together to be heard.]

[belovedingly]

[Enter the Fool, dressed as...uh. An amazonian warrior. He (or she) has a high-necked chainmail shirt covering from just above the ribs to just below the jawline, worn with a brass breastplate that covers what could be either very slight curves or just metal and air, and a short leather kirtle, all with a long blue cloak.]

The first, I may be able to get you if you borrow the second and the third. Come with me.

[liekomgedingly]

Oh, I am all over this.

[Gives the Fool a grin, and follows after him (or her)!]

[belovedingly]

[We'll go for the feminine pronoun for now, shall we?]

[She tosses her ponytail and gives a very Fool-ish grin]

I know you have no problem with short. I just hope that my clothes fit you.

[liekomgedingly]

I like, have total faith in your ability to find me something I can work.

[You are his fabulous-buddy, after all!]

[fluffyedingly]

You don't like the pants? I think they're super comfy!

[liekomgedingly]

You're like, kidding, right? Pants that look like they were spray-painted on are in majorly bad taste, and like, these ones are totally squeezing my ass more than anyone or anything gets to before at least a first date!

And that's if I've liked them for centuries already. Anyone else would have had to wait way longer!

[fluffyedingly]

But it makes that butt look really good!

That's a really long time to wait.

[liekomgedingly]

Well, duh, I know it does, but I totally have clothes that make my butt look awesome without making me look like a male stripper at one of Germany's sketchy clubs!

Gawd, you have no idea. That was Hell, for serious.

[boobsedingly]

Oh, hi~ You're...Poland, right?

[Have a happy, scantily-dressed Genuine bouncing and I do mean bouncing your way, accompanied by a small entourage of slaves.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Ohshi--Nervous smile, because an entourage of slaves is never a good sign!]

Oh... hi! Like...Genuine, wasn't it?

[boobsedingly]

[Well, to be fair, some of them aren't so much slaves as spectators.]

Yup! It's nice to see you again~ Did Toris like the books?

[liekomgedingly]

[Makes sense!]

Yeah, like, long time no see! And he totally did, thanks for your help with shopping~

[thongedingly]

I'd offer you my chained top, but erm...

[Looking away and blushing, trying to keep her dignity]

No offense, but it might be a bit too large for you.

[liekomgedingly]

Oh--Alleyne? Nah, it's cool, I mean, you kinda need your clothes, anyway...

[The question is, does she still think he's just got the Delicious Flat Chest thing going on?]

[thongedingly]

I'm...used to suddenly being topless. It's a lot less terrible than it sounds, I'm not terribly worried about it. Comrades come before personal pride.

[If she does, she's purposely being ignorant.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Time for a test! Alleyne, have a shy, awkward, nervous side-glance from the trap who's still trying to cover his chest up. Blushing and all.]

That's way nice of you, but like you said, I totes don't think your top would fit me. But if there's, y'know, something I could cover up with...