tjueseks

[bornwithskison]

[It's only been a few days since that bet was made, and everything was signed. He only had to last a week, yet here he was in the Diner sitting at the counter.

with a half-finished cup of coffee.]

...T'hell with it.

Comments

FUCK YEAHHHH 1/4

[windmill]

[Still hasn't slept since the bet started. Oh, sure, he was knocked unconscious a few times, but that barely counts. So, looking basically like he's been hit by a bus, shaking, trembling, paranoid-looking-- Netherlands makes his way into the diner.

He has to eat at some point, right? And the lack of sleep was making the kitchen... not... look like a kitchen. Every time he opens the fridge, things stare back at him.]

YOU'RE A LOSER 2/4

[windmill]

[He's probably miserable to live with. Poor Saki. And he drags himself through the door, looking around at whoever's in it already.

And he.

Looks.]

WITH A CAPITAL 'L' 3/4

[windmill]

[Have an extremely confused look as he stops in front of Norway's table.

Is he imagining things? Why does that smell and look like coffee.]

...you...

FUCK YEAH ME

[windmill]

[Just

this

face.]

[followyouthere]

[Someone is getting ice cream after having been crushed by a Dutchman.

So many scrapes. So many.]

...You're drinking coffee.

[bornwithskison]

[He looks over at her, and he really can't help the small smirk that crosses his face.]

No thanks to your little temptation... I lost.

[followyouthere]

[That's okay because she's smirking right back.]

Oops~ Thought it would have been Netherlands to crack first, but..~ Oh well.

[bornwithskison]

I was so damn close. [Head, meet hands.]

[badend_tsundere]

Uh... Norway?

[bornwithskison]

Yeah?

[o-ordering another coffee.]

[badend_tsundere]

You, uh... You okay?

[bornwithskison]

...Lost a bet. Need to do whatever the backyard neighbor says for a whole day.