Two unrecognized nations late one night....

[world_roof]

*It's past bedtime and Cypress and Tibet walk down the HQ's halls holding hands.

Cypress is sporting pajamas, a wee nightcap and dragging a pillow along the ground. Tibet, who has to wear his robes as long as he's awake, also has a pillow and a case of the yawns.

Both kids are also calling out pretty loudly, either: *

"Mr. Hassan! Mr. Hassan! Mr.

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[opatilla]

*Cyprus frowns with disappointment, rubbing his eyes sleepily with the back of his hand, no Turkiye or Egypt in sight*

My father promised he'd tell me a bedtime story...

[world_roof]

*Yawns. Again.*

I didn't know Mr. Adnan was *yawn* married. *rubs his eyes too*
Is your mom pretty?

[opatilla]

*tightens his grip on Tibet's hand, checking curiously behind a door to no avail*

Well they aren't yet.
Of course!

[world_roof]

They aren't yet? Is Mr. Adnan going to ask your mom soon? Is he going to have flowers? Is he going to give her a cake? *tightens his grip and tries to help Cypress carry his pillow*

Does you're mom tell stories too?