how did I miss this post sobbblegberjackMay 10 2010, 08:49:16 UTC
[Speaking of that, it's a pretty amazing surprise to wake up and not be pushed the hell out of the bed. Unfortunately, this didn't change the fact that he fell through a damn roof, fuck you for making him concerned in the slightest Roshia, you ain't worth having a cracked rib for yet.
That doesn't change the fact that he's totally going to invade your kitchen. Because, clearly, invading Russian borders has worked so well in the past. Also, you know, starving.]
...Oi. You ain't got any ideas from what happened or nothin' like that, yeah?
[There's a platter of eggs and sausage on the counter, as well as a pot of tea. Also there is a slightly burnt omelette in a pan (ask the shaking kid, Roshia had nothing to do with that one).
Roshia herself is sitting at the table, head resting on her folded arms, possibly sleeping.]
[What he can deredere without anyone seeing, what is this
Girihusband glances at the sleeping lady-country for a moment, then goes to the platter of delicious, delicious substance. Also, bourbon. Oh, sweet bourbon whiskey, brownest of the brown liquors, how he missed you. Taking a seat across from Roshia with his plate of protein and glass of liquid courage, he extends an arm to the folded-over country. Wake her? Well, maybe not yet. After a moment of hesitation, he finally settles on laying a hand on her head, running over her hair.
He was made for this kinda thing, anyway. In fact, it was almost as if she were tolerable.]
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That doesn't change the fact that he's totally going to invade your kitchen. Because, clearly, invading Russian borders has worked so well in the past. Also, you know, starving.]
...Oi. You ain't got any ideas from what happened or nothin' like that, yeah?
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Roshia herself is sitting at the table, head resting on her folded arms, possibly sleeping.]
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Girihusband glances at the sleeping lady-country for a moment, then goes to the platter of delicious, delicious substance. Also, bourbon. Oh, sweet bourbon whiskey, brownest of the brown liquors, how he missed you. Taking a seat across from Roshia with his plate of protein and glass of liquid courage, he extends an arm to the folded-over country. Wake her? Well, maybe not yet. After a moment of hesitation, he finally settles on laying a hand on her head, running over her hair.
He was made for this kinda thing, anyway. In fact, it was almost as if she were tolerable.]
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It takes a second or two before she wakes up, jerking upright, suddenly alert. Then she sees who it is and slumps over again with a sigh.]
Chainsaw is wanting something?
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