resurrected muse (lol) is a bit cranky...

[crow]

Excuse me?

Madam player, I believe it is you who has the problem, not myself. You are the foolhardy one proposing to renew our acquaintance after all this time, you are the one proposing to drag me from my own world into some foreign land yet again, you are the one balking at reviewing my past exploits due to your stated-- what was it-- boredom?

*incredulous look*

If you and I are to embark on this venture together once more then I believe you had best... to borrow a slangish turn of phrase... "get over it". There is much work to be done and little time to finish it in, so prepare yourself.

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[glorreich]

[ asfhsjakxde reading content what is that skjxc prussia dont care bro neither does my phone.

this is a flying tackle hug-- NOT A FULL NELSON OKAY PRUSSIA CALM DOWN ]

Link!

[ screeeeeeech ]

[crow]

*a;sdflkddsj;ldks what is this WE DID NOT APPROVE ANY FLYING TACKLEHUGS TODAY wait we know you don't we

staring down at Prussia

brow furrowed

staring.*

Wh....

....Gilbert, I---

*swallow*

You're real.

*yeah let's go with he thought Elegy was one long very weird dream or... something.*

[glorreich]

[ lol hi link ]

Wow, rude.

[ dsflkaef idk what are my tags. ]

Course I am! I tol'ja.

oh gosh what is this horrendous deredere

[crow]

It's just-- *brow furrowed with a troubled look* Been so long and---

*what is that. Is that a little lump in his throat. No, of course not. Swallowing a little for no reason obviously as he tugs one arm out of Prussia's grasp and just... sort of... rests a hand on the other's shoulder*

I--

It is... quite-- quite good to see you. You've been well?

precious, that's what

[glorreich]

[ sdfkljef ahahaha, he laughs because YES IT HAS laure plays modern prussia now. your deredere is so cute, bro, he'd pinch your cheeks if weren't huggin' you. ]

Enough! Hella busy, these days. You? Still got your prettyface, clearly!

[ sdlfkjegfla ahahahaha FRIENDS (YAY) ]

[crow]

*have an irritated eyebrow twitch; in addition to the prettyface apparently he still has the total lack of any sense of humor too*

Wh- You--- We meet one another again after years and the first thing out of your mouth-- th--- I am not pretty!! *teeth gritted* The mere notion is absolutely--....

*...yeah he missed you too, friend.*

[glorreich]

Have you even looked in a mirror lately, bro?

[crow]

*flat stare* I have not seen you in at least four years, I refuse to partake in this foolish conversation today. Also has your-- embrace not gone on long enough?... *that expression on his face is obviously not a pout. Obviously.*

[glorreich]

Four for you, seventy something for me! And I don't forget faces, man. You want coffee? I'm really in the mood for coffee. C'mon.

[ DRAGGING YOU TOWARDS A CAFE SOMEWHERE? if you want him to let go you will have to make him. ]

[forfaithful]

[ Goodness, Howard Link. What is it about you that just invites those around you to positively fling themselves at you?

Right now, Link is terribly fortunate that Euphemia is a little too conscious of manners among polite society, for if Link was anyone else in her life, she would be hanging off his shoulders by now. It's cute when boys fluster, but she imagines that trying such a thing on Link might cause his heart to actually stop.

Instead she contains herself and limits her reaction to a delighted gasp, compromising a running start on a hug for simply hiking up her skirts so that she can run to him. She'd recognize that neat little braid and that tone of voice anywhere by now, after all. ]

Link! Is that truly you?

gosh we're just having an Elegy reunion up in here

[crow]

*yes it's probably a good thing you didn't grab him, Euphemia, because he chokes badly enough as he whirls around at the sound of your voice*

M--

Miss Euphie...?!

Wh-- How----

*it's so strange and awkward to see her here, after-- after everything, and maybe she's still the same Euphie who barely remembers him, and what will he do if--

For a second he just stands there with his mouth gaping, looking the absolute opposite of a proper and polite Vatican officer.*

it is the best reunion. *w*

[forfaithful]

[ Welp, Euphie puts up with all that gaping for all of two seconds before she plants her hands very firmly on her hips before leaning forward to peer into Link's face, a pensive expression on her face. Link will come to recognize that face as a prelude to nothing good, ever.

Hm, this is a very dire situation indeed. It seems she's gone and broken her good friend Link. What can she do?

Ah, she knows. Introduce the necessary stimulus to cause a full system reboot. That should resolve this locking up problem of his. Giggling softly to herself, she leans forward just that inch further and gives him a very light peck on the cheek before drawing back. ]

Goodness, you'd think that I was a ghost!