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[bornwithskison]

[Sometime later in the day, Norway went out for a walk with his dog. Eventually he ended up in the park on a small hill. Once in awhile, he'd throw a tennis ball and wait for the dog to bring it back where he'd repeat the process, but otherwise he was simply relaxing under the shade with too much on his mind

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[ominousjoy]

((What is up with the animals in this post even.

Anyway. Nailed in the back of the head. OWCH.))

[bornwithskison]

[All the cool kids are doing it

Where's the puppy? There she is! She'll be grabbing the ball from the ground and stare up at Sweden for all of five seconds with her tail wagging, before prancing back oh-so-proudly up to where her owner is.]

[ominousjoy]

((Watches her prance off until his eye catches Norway. He just sort of.. stares a moment...))

[bornwithskison]

[Reaching a hand up to lazily scratch the puppy's cheeks, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Who's a good dog? Who's a good dog? Yes you are! You're a good dog!. He doesn't notice Sweden yet as he tosses the ball down the hill again.]