part 204 chicken butts

[aphanon_meme]

What what? > Um, as you can see, I am in a very srs mood right now. How was your weekend, Labor Day or not?

Enjoy part 204!

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Comments

[anonymous]

Ukraine! you filthy whore!

[sweetsestra]

[hides behind you since you look familiar]

[berwaldergang]

[attempts to look impressive!]

[Is physically about sixteen, yup]

[reaches around and awkwardly pats head]

...should get on home. No place fer kids.

[sweetsestra]

[pouts]

But I don't know why they called me filthy... or whatever that other word means. Because I'm not. I'm really clean. See?

[shows her dress again]

[berwaldergang]

[looks down at]

Very clean.

[timid hair ruffle]

...th'other word's not somethin' t'say.

[sweetsestra]

[motions you down to her level]

[berwaldergang]

[kneels]

[sweetsestra]

Can you take me home? They're scary.

[points to her cheek where anon swatted her]

[berwaldergang]

[stares]

[stares]

[stares]

[look it's one thing to give little Danmark a kick now and then but--]

I c'n cut their hands off. I have a sword.

[sweetsestra]

I don't know what happened! They said they were going to make me wear boys clothes and cut off my hair and sew my mouth shut so I'd stop talking to boys and that I was a sinner, but I'm not a sinner. I go to church and I still leave food for the gods just in case they exist and I really like my hair so I don't want it cut off or my mouth sewn shut or anything!

[berwaldergang]

S'not gonna happen.

[sweetsestra]

[hugs your legs]

I'll be good! I promise I'll be good because I have to be good for my brother and sister and Daddy always said I should be good, but I don't know what I did bad, but I'm sorry!

[berwaldergang]

[IF THE ENEMIES OF GALICIA-VOLHYNIA HAD BUT ONE NECK TO LOP]

[OR TWO HANDS TO SMASH]

[OR ONE STOMACH TO--YOU GET THE IDEA]

[then Sweden would know what to do here. Um.]

...Little kids can't do nothin' that bad. Th'faceless wasn't right in th'head.

[attempts to pry her loose and lift her onto his hip]

[sweetsestra]

[holds onto you, still pretty shaken up]

Um, you look like someone my Daddy described who lived way up North. Or he said they looked just like me.

[tries to take a lock of her hair and compare it to yours]

He said he lived up North and then he went down near the Dnieper River and he found me and named me Kiev. So that's my name.

Or you can call me Ruthenia or Ukraina, but I'm officially the Kingdom of Galicia-Volhynia now.

[berwaldergang]

I live in th'North.

[squints at their hair]

[...that means nothing]

[squints harder, this is--hard to remember, national identity is so vague these days, are the Varangians his or someone else's entirely, he's never been--totally sure--]

Some've my people went down the Dnieper.

[sweetsestra]

Do you know if they saw me? I don't know what my name was before because I was really little, but, um um, my daddy was Kievan Rus' and he said he used to live with the Varangians, but I never met them.