[ Goodness. Here's a stranger.
It's been a good several weeks since Scotland has really been seen or communicating with anybody. He wasn't in contact with people as he faced his fears, nor before or after it until today. Our official city recluse finally makes himself seen, walking down the street, swinging the neck of a bottle containing something
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[[KIND OF NOT OKAY WITH THIS]]
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Grumbling for a moment, a smirk tweaks upon his lips. ]
Oiiiii. Who tha' fuck are yeh? I'mmur nae fuckin' drunk, lad, jus' a wee bit tipsy--!
O, sey, hou come I'uv ne'er seen ye before, mate?
[ you know despite the fact you never talk to anybody, Scotland. ]
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Maybe you should get ta bed, or sit down fer a while. Else ya might hurt yerself, or maybe someone else.
[[He's not... angry? He just seems concerned about people's wellbeing.]]
An' I disappeared fer a while, but I'm back now. I'm Rufus Townsen.
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Oi, ay, ye seem like a right mint lad. Nae English, that's fer sure-- certainly o'ready a mate o'mine I'mmur seying!
Y'an' I can be great chinas, I'mmur thinkin'!
Tell me, then. Hou di ye feel aboot tha' English? Aee, they're wee cock lickers they are. Bloody bastards-- rollin' around in their fuckin' money. Fuckin' pisses me aff, that it does!
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...Find your way out of the catacombs again? ....drunk again too, I see.
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O, nou, nou there, pet, it's jus' a wee drink 'r two.
Or three.
Fuckin' tastes mint, it does! Makes me feel all canny like! I'll sure as bleedin' 'ell be needin' such a thing! Muckle amount o' aggro, aye, must 'ave been!
[ A long sighhhh. ]
Di tell me, love, whit's it ye daein'? Aye, I'uv missed meybe? I dinnae give a rat's erse anymore whit the bloody fuckin' things that di 'appen 'ere.
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Ah, I'm just cleaning the rooms at the Hot Springs. Making it more comfortable for the summer weather...
Just don't stumble around too dangerously, alright?
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[ A slight hiccup as he covers his lips with the back of his hand before he plops down on the ground. ]
'ere! Seems a right braw spot like!
[ A low hum of pleasure is heard as he kicks his bottle back again and feels the burning sensation swim down his throat. ]
Hou ye gaun? Where's Denny, ay? e's been keepin' ye... occupied wit' things?
[ oh harhar. ]
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[She had been out looking at the various buildings and what was around, taking note, nothing unusual. She get's anxious if she sits still and does nothing for too long. So have one very chesty nation!]
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No, really. Usually it would be a faerie or some mystical creature, but literally to him, there is nothing there. ]
O, shut yer bleedin' pipe hole ya square like cum suckin' bastard. I'll bloody fuckin' box yer bloody ears if'n I 'ear that kind o' words tae me again ya cockmuncher.
[ His head then lulls to the side as he aguely understands what Ukraine is saying.
He's intoxicated and not in his right mind at the moment, okay. So like, nothing really processes in his mind as he stares at her blankly, a hiccup forcing his posture straight.
Finally, he remarks with a big grin. ]
Oiii, ayyy! I recognize those muckle chebs anywhere!
[ Look, hey, he staggering over to you to lean down and analyze your face, Ukraine ( ... )
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Been drinking, da? Is good that you recognize me for my chest, I would be shocked if you of all men did not.
[She' idly looking around for whomever he might've been talking to, but finding no one chalks it up to him being VERY drunk and possibly high. Which she doesn't doubt when coming across any nation.]
I walked here and before t'at I was on train.
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That fuckin' train!
I'mmur gaun tae fuckin' kill it, that I am!
Whupp it's erse all braw like. I bet it'll be all guid crack.
[ ... yes. Because you can kill trains. He leans down and puts his hand on her shoulder again, grinning once more. ]
Meybe ye can 'elp me oot wit' that, darlin', hmm?
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[Sounding sort of like 'do I have to take care of you, too?']
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Aaayy, where tha'fuck are ye ya tit licking cunt--!? I'll whupp yer bloody erse if'n ye get near me!
[ Then, he says to the side, chuckling. ] O, di belt up and haud yer weesht-- I bet ye this bugger is just after me whisky!
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[His tone of voice grew louder throughout the comment, until he was bellowing out the last two words]
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