For your right information, I'm stuck here as well, and it's enough of a Hell without YOU BACK to make it worse!
[Wait... backtrack...]
... honeymoon?! [Sputtering, angrily, pardon him?!] That's - ! What the HELL is that supposed to mean! By all means, interrupt whatever the hell you want, if it means you keep France away, I'll BUY YOU A DRINK I'd be so pleased!
[02 looks up sharply at the sound of that voice, eyes wide with surprise scanning the train station's platform for the broad shoulders and shock of red hair that she knows ought to accompany it. Surely not, she must be imagining thi--No, there he is, plain as day!
Dropping her book in her eagerness to see her friend again, she dashes across the walkway, waving.]
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[Guess who!]
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Ye ken who' thes place es?
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[His eye twitched just a bit. This was some kind of bullshit. It had to be. Was France in on it? He WAS after his stupid no good brother after all]
Quit bein' daft.
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[This was close to the same treatment he got when he first arrived, he'll give it now.]
Get the hell out, this is the LAST moment on Earth I need to be dealing with you, fuck off!
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Fuck ye too, li'l brother. Ah see France an ye are sittin' pre'eh here. Sorreh ah dinnae want tae inerupt yer honeymoon.
[Said with more than a little bitterness]
An here ah though' ye made this place tae cage meh in. [He really wouldn't put it past you]
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[Wait... backtrack...]
... honeymoon?! [Sputtering, angrily, pardon him?!] That's - ! What the HELL is that supposed to mean! By all means, interrupt whatever the hell you want, if it means you keep France away, I'll BUY YOU A DRINK I'd be so pleased!
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Thae world dinnae revolve aroon' ye li'l brother. Aboot time ye realized tha'.
Back? Ah ain' been here before... [his eyes narrowed] who'r ye ontae.
Ah mean he's oll o'er ye lie' a cat on curtains, Art. An ah ain' ne'er ken ye tae turn doon attention.
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I'm afraid you can't go home.
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An who're ye?
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I'm Morrigan Aensland. Who are you?
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Ah see...
Barclay Stewart. Nice tae meet ye Morrigan.
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Good afternoon!
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Eh.
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[For A) He's never seen you, and B) You're hanging around the station, so logic dictates...]
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[02 looks up sharply at the sound of that voice, eyes wide with surprise scanning the train station's platform for the broad shoulders and shock of red hair that she knows ought to accompany it. Surely not, she must be imagining thi--No, there he is, plain as day!
Dropping her book in her eagerness to see her friend again, she dashes across the walkway, waving.]
Barclay, it's really you?
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Eh? Who'r ye?
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[Jogging over, 202 smiles warmly up at him with the clear expectation of recognition.]
"Bonnie," remember?
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[Well she was a bonnie lass, no doubt. A very bonnie lass...]
Ye ken were dis is?
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