[He didn't really have any special affection for Ireland, but the fact that Canada put that bow in her hair, looked so nice, and wanted to go to the tavern was all he needed. So he'd gladly wear an orange polo with a small green stripe in it and join her, already having finished a beer. Any of the drones or employees who give her a look with get such a glare, his meanest one.
He looks back at Canada, the traces of one of those glares still on his face.]
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He looks back at Canada, the traces of one of those glares still on his face.]