vienas; phone/action

[vytis]

[This is the sound of Toris falling off the bed in a half-panic and knocking his phone off the hook at the same time.]

Ah-I-w-what is this? [Did he get invaded again he would have remembered that right is there someone else in that bed] Hello?

[And anyone at 1333 Benny street can feel free to tell him to get off the floor or whatever.]

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[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean we can't find mine!

(Begins to shove you into the master bedroom and towards the closet. Check out all of the clothes all over the floor. )

There's totally gotta be something!

[vytis]

Haven't you already checked this room? [judging by said piles of clothes]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Maybe?

( Translation: Yeah, so? )

[vytis]

I don't think your clothes are anywhere in the house. You would've found them already.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Augh, you're doing it. Like, you can't give up, Liet. C'mon, I like, totally believe in you and stuff.

[vytis]

You could look for your own clothes. [JUST A SUGGESTION]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

You could totally help.

[vytis]

[SIGH. Looks in closet :|]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Totally chilling out before he gets bored and begins to look under the bed. )

Gosh, have you like, seen some of these? They're like, way out of style now, oh. my. gosh.

[vytis]

It's supposed to be like a town in America in the 1950s. Or that's what I was told.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

And there was like, something wrong with 2011?

[vytis]

[there is nothing of yours in the closet, Poland, can he stop now]

I don't think so, but n-not everyone seems to be from the same time here.

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Obvs you aren't looking hard enough. Brb, Poland hops over to help out (see: making a bit of a mess). )

Uh, yeah? It's kind of like, one of the things everyone has to have in common you know? It can't be 2011 for me and you and like, 1411 for your brothers.

( Holds up a blue shirt (http://www.cemetarian.com/images/Advance_7996_50s.jpg). )

Tch, this isn't even my color. Like, try it on.

[vytis]

Sweden sounded younger than he is, though.

[...] Why me?

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Tch, you were just hearing things. You know people totally sound different on the phone!

Uh, 'cos like, it's your color? C'mon. Try it on!

[vytis]

He told me he was from 1008.

[SIGH he will head into the bathroom and swap shirts to indulge you though it's not closed all the way]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

Did you hear him right? You know he has like, this speech thing right?

( Isn't going to peak, nope. . . last time he did, he didn't really like what he saw but augh, you are taking forever for this impatient Pole. )

Like, finished yet?

[vytis]

Hold o--

[This is the first time he's gotten a look at his back in the mirror, and he just freezes, because things like that don't just disappear, but they're gone now, entirely, and he's left gaping at himself in the mirror, tentatively feeling his back, which is smooth for the first time in--in a very long time. The shirt is pulled off entirely; he's not sure if he's excited or terrified.]

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( A sigh and then Poland rolls around on bed for a few seconds. )

Omgigosh, did you like, fall in the toilet or something? It's just a shirt!

[vytis]

[Sorry, Poland, busy staring at mirror.] Neįmanoma....

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

( Why are you mumbling in Lithuanian. Oh, wait, he got a part of that. )

Like, I know it's impossible to fall into the toilet! But you're totally taking forever in there!

[vytis]

[Well he's just going to kind of open the door, still shirtless, because not the time right now] I said hold on!

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOSH WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!

( seriously, he was not expecting that )

[vytis]

This is really--really not--there's something really wrong with this place!

[krakowiak.livejournal.com]

No duh?! I totally said that forever ago?!

( WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING )