back from con; game things; an anniversary

[unionjackass]

Regarding all three subjects:

All of this is completely stupid.

--And stop watching your news coverage if it's depressing you, for God's sake. Try another source instead and fall discontent due to information that's accurate and thorough at least.

One last thing, my dear. You agree your security is strict enough? I personally feel it could use a more thorough inspection and several additions to the menagerie of scanners already present.

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[unionjackass]

Don't know why you're surprised at my apparent cruelty. Yet, here you are telling me what I think as usual.

[beautifulbaguette]

Oui, I should be used to that by now. Silly me.

[Slips a package of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one.]

Ah, but if I were to say what you truly think, I would be forced to sully my tongue with your crude vulgarisms.

[unionjackass]

It's so like every single one of you slippery bastards, running your mouths not knowing a single thing. God knows anything I've said'd be a relief to your mouth, knowing where it's been.

[beautifulbaguette]

Being slippery makes certain tasks easier though, non? [Exhales slowly, smoke curling from the corners of his mouth as he smirks.] And how would you know anything about where my mouth has been, hmm? I always knew you were a voyeur~

[unionjackass]

[Just--He--You--Jump off a cliff.]

Augh, you are impossible! And put that out. Y'taste awful after smoking those things.

[beautifulbaguette]

[Only the White Cliffs, and only if you are coming too~]

On the contrary, I assure you that I am quite possible... Tch, but what would you care what I taste like?

[unionjackass]

[Leave his shoulders and back alone you pervert. --only if they jump at the same time.]

None of your damn business, that's what.

[beautifulbaguette]

[But they are so smooth and white and beautiful. ---that is acceptable.]

Then I see no reason to waste it. [Puff puff puff~ Fancy smoke ring.]

[unionjackass]

[Waving a hand, trying to snatch the thing from France's mouth.]

Stop that! --Or at least give me one.

[beautifulbaguette]

[Ducks away to keep it out of England's reach.]

Oh? But then we will both taste awful.

[But he does slip another from his case, places it between his own lips, and uses the first to light it. Once it is alight, he hands it to England.]

[unionjackass]

As you said, it doesn't matter. [Note the mocking tone in voice even as he takes the cigarette and pulls a drag from it.]

Crawling our way to the two-hundred mark aren't we? Boring if you ask me.

[beautifulbaguette]

[Of course he notes it. It causes him to sigh.] You were so cute when you were little... before you turned into this grumpy, old creature.

[A thoughtful pause, as he takes another puff of his own cigarette and raises an eyebrow.] Boring? You would rather be at war?

[unionjackass]

[pulling a face as if to say "grumpy, old and goddamn proud of it."] Thought you were a decent girl 'til I found out you were a hairy pervert who liked breezes between his legs.

[He blows out a long stream of smoke and tries to distract from the tinge of red showing up on his face.] Not what I meant.

[beautifulbaguette]

I still like breezes between my legs, Angleterre. [Another meaningful pause...] ...And other things.

[Nothing can distract from that tinge, but he doesn't comment on it.] Perhaps you simply need new hobbies, if you are finding life boring. I am never bored. [Not because he's always off doing pervy things as one might expect... Well. Mostly. But only because when he leaves his mind unoccupied, he starts to become depressed.]

[unionjackass]

I don't find life boring. God, no point in trying to explain it to you. [wrinkling his nose in intense disdain.]

[beautifulbaguette]

[He frowns, unsure of what England is getting at.]

You find me to be boring?

[unionjackass]

You're always boring. [But that's not what he meant. France, you know how awful he is with words.]

S'just a bit... domestic. Nothing like a good fight to liven things up every now and then, yeah?

[beautifulbaguette]

I am never boring. You are the one who embroiders, cherí. [Oui, he knows. Sometimes it is quite cute. Other times it is as frustrating as not being able to properly translate from one language to the other.]

Ahhhh.... I see what you mean, I suppose... such a ruffian. [One last drag from his cigarette before crushing it beneath the heel of his expensive shoe.] I do not mind it so much, actually. I have grown fond of the social life I have established.... But it is funny you should say that. The... you, who I am forced to live with here in my mun's head is always whining about such things. He misses the freedom of his silly ships, he says. I think he misses being able to act like a hooligan and get away with it.