[ mun legitimately was tucked in bed when she got notification that Katsura had tagged via her phone. Warning in advance for any grumpiness both writer and muse may have due to this.
He stirs, grumbling as he rolls over on the couch he's claimed as his in Canada's apartment before answering the phone, voice low and slurring. He doesn't bother to look who it is, but Zura would get this response regardless: ]
It's two fuckin' inna'the mornin' like. Ga fuck somethin' up yer erse ya guid for nothin' cunt. Ya ma ne'er hugged ya.
[there's an enormous pause on the other end of the line, and probably literal instants before Scotland hangs up again]
It is not customary for one to hug their parents overly much in Japan. It is not very dignified. And there are other dangers... For example, when one is hugged very hard, they run the risk of having air squeezed out of various inelegant crevices.
[the sound of something being swigged back, and a quiet urp]
Such a gamble, especially in public, or with someone one adores... it should never be taken, Scotland-dono!
[ooc: Backdated to November 30 because mun is a forgetful fail. 8|]
[There won't be a word of any sort from England, but sitting on Scotland's desk is a bottle of scotch whiskey, as well as a bouquet of thistles tied with blue and white ribbons. As expected, neither come with a note.]
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He stirs, grumbling as he rolls over on the couch he's claimed as his in Canada's apartment before answering the phone, voice low and slurring. He doesn't bother to look who it is, but Zura would get this response regardless: ]
It's two fuckin' inna'the mornin' like. Ga fuck somethin' up yer erse ya guid for nothin' cunt. Ya ma ne'er hugged ya.
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It is not customary for one to hug their parents overly much in Japan. It is not very dignified. And there are other dangers... For example, when one is hugged very hard, they run the risk of having air squeezed out of various inelegant crevices.
[the sound of something being swigged back, and a quiet urp]
Such a gamble, especially in public, or with someone one adores... it should never be taken, Scotland-dono!
[welcome to hell, Scotland]
[welcome to]
[the drunk-dial]
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Give me one guid reason why I shouldnae just kill ya right now.
[ all the horrors. ]
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[There won't be a word of any sort from England, but sitting on Scotland's desk is a bottle of scotch whiskey, as well as a bouquet of thistles tied with blue and white ribbons. As expected, neither come with a note.]
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