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(ooc: Critique journal and permanent chat post for Aiden. Will be giving him a makeover but his hair will still be like a cockatoo. Wanna text/voicemail him? His number is 416-378-2956. Anon commenting is on and IPlogging is off.)

*The blonde Canadian realizes that he's forgotten how to speak English and has gone back to his French roots. So he's wandering around trying to find someone who can understand him...well...maybe his name and life and where the hell he is. EVEN IF THEY'RE TOTAL COMPLETE STRANGERS TO HIM.*

Est-ce que quelqu'un parle anglais ici?!

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*Aiden chuckles to himself as he enters HQ from the backyard holding up a bottle of fruity alcohol.*


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*Aiden is on the floor of the living room, crawling on his knees.*

It's not under here...

*lifts up the pillows on the sofa*

Not under here....

*he crawls around furniture, swearing in French as he smacks his head, forgetting that he was under a table. He crawls out and rubs his head, grumbling*

Who stole my box of TIMBITS, DAMMIT?!