✤ 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]

[Hookers and blow. And frugality.]

Your attitude is really not gezellig. You need to relax more or you'll ruin the atmosphere. [PROBABLY sounds like a crazy person. but is leading Switzerland out to the living room.]

[riflerosti]

I am relaxed. Don't I seem very very relaxed?

[ALSO PROBABLY sounding a tad crazy. Oh jeez you can smell all that weed in here.]

[windmill]

[unphased by the crazy voice. and clapping a hand on your shoulder.] Nope. You sound kind of insane.

[AND THEN

IDEA

WHAT IS THE MOST RELAXING?] Hey, you should smoke a little! You'll relax and gezellig'll come to you much faster.

[riflerosti]

[TWITCHING.

IS THAT YOUR HAND ON HIS SHOULDER.]

...I-idiot! I'm not touching that stuff...

[SMELL DOES REMIND HIM OF HOME THOUGH. a-all those damn farmer hippies hiding out in the Alps.]

[windmill]

[WON'T ACCEPT 'NO' FOR AN ANSWER.] Why not? I know about all that weed your people grow. [he makes the marijuana industries of other countries into his business. :|]

[riflerosti]

[SO MUCH FOR MY DARK SECRETS.]

T-that was a few years ago! There are barely any of those farms left in my house now.

You're not to say anything about it to Liechtenstein! I told her they were all dairy farmers like the rest...

["In 1998, some 250 hectares of land were used in Switzerland to grow cannabis, yielding more than 100 tons of narcotics per year"... Yeah, she didn't notice that...]

[windmill]

[Laughing a little.] I won't tell her, don't worry. Doesn't change the fact that it's there.

[riflerosti]

[Laughing? WHY IS HE LAUGHING. S-so not convinced that he's not gonna say anything. Paranoia? What paranoia?]

If you're going to keep your mouth shut then I'll goddamn smoke with you.

[windmill]

[WHOA REALLY

DID HE WIN THIS

LOOK AT HOW OVERJOYED HE IS] That's how it is, huh? Fine by me.

[riflerosti]

[AND LOOK HOW GRUMPY HE IS

HE'S DROWNING HIS WOES IN FREE GIN QUITE EFFECTIVELY

AND MUTTERING A BIT.]

Dutch nirvana... Bullshit... Hmph.

[windmill]

[ROLLING

A JOINT

WATCHING YOU DRINK

KEIKAKU DOORI]

It's not bullshit. You'll see.

[riflerosti]

[Making himself at home on your couch now.]

Netherlands. You're always talking bullshit.

...S'unsightly.

...I would have thought you'd roll faster. Don't do much else after all.

[windmill]

[just looking back in amusement. is he already slurring?]

I'm good at plenty of things aside from smoking dope and checking your sis-- [MAYBE NOT THE BEST THING TO SAY RIGHT NOW) --girls.

[riflerosti]

[A BIT. HEY HE RARELY DRINKS. N-not around Liechtenstein. B-bad influence. Even if she seems to like beer quite a bit...]

...Checking my what?

[windmill]

[QUICK THINK OF AN EXCUSE] Checking out your... Swiss... bank accounts? That schijt is impressive, man.