✤ fourteen; (and i will battle for the sun)

[windmill]

You know what's the problem with this place? It's not gezellig enough. The town has no concept of gezelligheid and none of you people do, either. How can you keep on living like this? Everything's so tense. I mean, it's spaced out, but-- I almost miss Amsterdam and the way everything's so crowded that people have got to live on top of one another

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[riflerosti]

...What the hell are you babbling about?

[windmill]

Hmh. Because you haven't got any friends and so you're probably not doing anything tonight. And you called me that. From that, I can safely say that you have both the time and interest to see what gezellig is about.

[f-from one tsundere to another...]

1/2

[riflerosti]

...I don't need friends.

[BRB crying on the inside bro.]

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[riflerosti]

...

Fine. But I'm bringing the gun.

[windmill]

That's fine. Guns are great. [NOTHING BOTHERS HIM WHEN HE IS THIS STONED. also you're a friendless loser.] When are you coming over?

[riflerosti]

[STFU I HAVE LIECHTENSTEIN... Austria? WAIT WHAT NO.]

...

Now? You're the one who wants to show me this stupid thing, when do you want me to?

[windmill]

[HAHAHAHAHA SO SAD...]

Then come over right now! 945 Beulah Street.

[riflerosti]

I know. I shot that tacky palm tree of yours, remember?

[DIE ARUBA. hanging up now.

SOME TIME PASSES. Eventually you'll have a pissy Swiss come a-knocking.]

[windmill]

[HE REMEMBERS. sob, Aruba. you are the tiniest island nation ever. you didn't deserve such a cruel death.

he swings open the door enthusiastically!

and the next thing he does, before 'hello', is shove a drink in Switzerland's hand. it's gin. which, by the way, the Dutch invented.] Hoi.

[riflerosti]

[Explains why it tastes like licking the bottom of a rusty barge then. NOT THAT ANYONE SHOULD KNOW WTF THAT TASTES LIKE but you know

it's a free drink.

so cheap-ass is holding onto it now.]

...Hoi.

[windmill]

[Oh I see how it is. If you dump that into a flowerpot, he'll kill you.]

Come in. [and he steps inside, staring at the rifle.]

[riflerosti]

[And waste something that cost him nothing? I think not.

Stepping inside now and noticing you staring thar. You know, in Switzerland it's perfectly acceptable to tote guns around in houses and whatnot but it might be more polite to leave it here, even if he thinks you're a dick at the moment.]

I can leave it in the hall?

[windmill]

[Y-you... are a man to be admired.

He nods at the question.] If you want. But even if the others in the house see you, I don't think they'll find it that weird. [because they live with the Netherlands, who sits around smoking and muttering the Miffy theme song on a daily basis.]

[riflerosti]

[Leaving gun by the door. And stroking it. It's okay bb I still love you...]

Whatever. Hurry up and show me this non-existant concept of yours so I can go. [A-and spend the evening alone... M-might just be taking a swig of the gin at that thought.]

[windmill]

[Turns eyes away from the. Intimate moment.]

It exists! It's Dutch nirvana! You won't want to leave once I show you! [why so ronery Vash.]

[riflerosti]

[Dutch nirvana... He's trying not to imagine what the hell that would be like.]

I doubt it.

[More drinking. TASTES HORRIBLE BUT ALSO TASTES LIKE FREE BOOZE OH GOD.]

...But go ahead.