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[tsuntohisdere]

I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS.

Somebody else can deal with my life, I'm going on vacation.

[ooc; oh boy. reference, reference, reference, reference, as well as the built-up stress of the Small World virus, his genderswap, all of the other nations having various freak-outs over things, and his continuing fight with Veneziano.]

Comments

[fearthehuszarok]

I hope your trip helps.

[tsuntohisdere]

It better, my boss is going to be so pissed off when he finds out I've ditched him.

[fearthehuszarok]

Rightfully so. But I still agree you deserve a vacation.

[ofhopeandglory]

How long should we wait before we send people to look for you?

[tsuntohisdere]

Mio Dio, you're so sympathetic, Inghilterra.

[ofhopeandglory]

Well, I was being partly serious.

[tsuntohisdere]

Don't send anyone. Ever. Everyone should just stay the hell away from me.

[nick_4_maya]

I'm sorry, Mr. Romano.

[tsuntohisdere]

... Don't be. I'm just tired, and it's nothing you did, anyway.

[nick_4_maya]

I know that, but I'm still sorry... a lot's been happening lately that's affected you, so...

[tsuntohisdere]

I'll be fine. It's still not your fault, so don't apologise.

[east_darkhorse]

We are getting rid of you? Awesome!

[tsuntohisdere]

Shut up, you're not even in my time!

[east_darkhorse]

That's beside the point. Running away like a coward again?