On applying to Mayfield.

[konge]

MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN----DANE!!

Finally!
You have no IDEA how long I've waited ta say somethin'! I know you've been thinkin' about takin' me here since we first started, so you better make sure you write me well, ja? Don't skimp on the details!

[Cough.] Hrggh...you're rusty. You should do some canon reviewin' before y---you're takin' me from the vikin' ages. Ahaaaaa, Mun!!

....

Why are you watchin' Thor!?

Comments

[laukr]

Ya're an idiot.

[He might sound just a little bit amused.]

arrrr sorry for the late reply

[konge]

Quit kiddin' around, Norge. [He slaps him on the back, laughing at that HILARIOUS JOKE.]

likewise mate

[laukr]

[ Norge will just give a suffering sigh. ] .... what else would you do?

[konge]

[The blankest of stares.] I do plenty a’ things, Norge. Don’t be stupid.

[laukr]

[Get one back. It's how he rolls.] ....like what?

[konge]

Eat, Drink, Sell shit-- You know I do things! Stop lyin'!

[laukr]

... alright.

[konge]

[He opens his mouth to argue, pauses and stares for a moment.]

Ah..

Good!

[laukr]

[Hands in his pockets, looking away.]

Eat, DRINK, joke around.

[Snort.]

[konge]

[Denmark puts a hand to his chest, because he is WOUNDED. His face is the face of DESPAIR.]

Norge! How could ya!? D'ya really think that!? My heart! It's breakin'

[Putting his hands over his face because he can't STAND to see Norway the traitor.]

[laukr]

[Norway gives another snort, shaking his head as he watches Denmark through windblown bangs.]

... stupid.

[konge]

Yer stupid. [He drops his hands from his face to swat Norge's arm.]

[laukr]

... brat. [Twitch of a brow and a sigh, but Norge might be just a tiny bit amused. If you look hard enough.]

[konge]

[He leans in a little closer to sneer.] I'm older than ya. Yer the brat.

[laukr]

Only one of us acts like one. [Narrowing eyes, he stares back, holding Denmark's gaze steadily.]

[konge]

[Narrowing his eyes right back.] It ain't me.

[laukr]

Are you picking a fight with me? [Here's a fist that he has balled already. He's ready to go if that's what you want.]

[konge]

[He snorts and pokes the other man in the stomach.]

Nej. I'm playin'.

Besides, you fight dirty.

[laukr]

[But he's sort of annoyed now. Grabbing Denmark's cheek and pulling on it.]

I could've sworn....