vienas; phone/action
[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.]
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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( creeping over to see what's wrong. )
Liet? Hey, like, talk to me.
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Liii-eeeeeeet.
( TACKLING LIET RIGHT NOW. )
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You were like, totally spacing out. Did you really fall in the toilet?! I was totally joking, you know!
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( Watches just to make sure and--. . . hey, where are the scars? He wonders if that's what his friend was worrying about and as much as he wants to say something about it, he won't. So he puts on his brave face again (one fit for a hussar!) and pretends to be concerned with his nail hygiene. )
Hey, Liet? So Rosja and America are like, old now, right? But we're not, are we? You know, just making sure and stuff?
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Same here. By the way, you can totally keep the shirt. It fits you.
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