mayfield_rpg | kuusteist // 16

A: between 1332 and 1333 Benny Road

[After the last mess Mayfield had subjected them all to, Estonia found himself in the possession of one very old box of books, in more than a few languages. He's read them all before, of course, and they're some of his favourites, even one particularly worn Russian one he doesn't recommend to anyone, just because it's in Russian. After they arrive in Mayfield, he reads them all again, then decides to do the nice thing and share them around.

This is why he's headed over to Benny Road with an armful of books in Lithuanian and Polish. He slides some of them, with no note, into the mailbox of house 1332. He's halfway to the mailbox of 1333 when he realizes he got the address wrong, and doubles back. Somewhere between trying to switch out the stack of books and get the appropriate ones in the right nation's mailbox, most of the books wind up on the lawn, with one very frustrated Estonia trying not to make a scene.

It's probably not going so well.]

B: 5270 Cunningham Lane

[Hi, Ukraine. Estonia comes bearing a few books for you, as well as some pre-made food and cuddles. Enjoy.]

C: phone

[Estonia clears his throat awkwardly before starting, and a few times more during pauses while he presents his question.]

Not that it's... um, of any great importance, but I was wondering if there would be anybody here interested in a choir of any sort. Just for curiosity's sake. [Ahem.] I don't really have anywhere with a piano to suggest meeting, but I'm sure something could be worked out, if... people were interested? If not, that's fine, too.

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Hi, Ukraine. [He holds his stack of food containers and books off to one side as he leans in to sneak a kiss in greeting.]

Would you care for some company?

I'd love some.

[Aw, he get's a kiss back before she moves back into the house.]

Come in!

[He'll follow her in, closing the door behind him and removing his shoes before finding a place to set his things down. Then he'll sweep her into a tight hug, because it's been too long and she probably needs one, if he knows her at all.]

[Considering she's alone with drones, yes, yes she does. He get's a hug as well.]

It's good to see you.

[Yeah, he's not letting her get too far away.]

It's good to see you, too. I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately.

[She'll pull him down on the couch with her then.]

It's alright. I've been busy at the store for a while anyway.

[Also avoiding drones.]

That's good that you're keeping yourself busy, at least.

[She will continue to get all of his affection, and he wraps an arm around her to keep her close as he kisses her hair, then reaches out to grab one of the books he brought with him. It's old folk stories, in Ukrainian, something rare he was always fond of, since he took the time to learn her language, years and years ago.]

Here, this was part of something I got in the mail a while ago.

[Oh yes, both of these are relevant to her interests. She looks at the book and beams because...]

It's Ukrainian!

[Well yes, you have some of those too dear. But she's always so happy to see her language, especially here.]

Yes. Mayfield seems to have just grabbed a box of books out of my storage to deliver to me here, which I'm not complaining about. They'll all some of my favourites.

[Hence why they were trying to be preserved in a box, despite being older than a lot of people would bother with. He was fond of them when they were new, and he's still fond now.]

That's wonderful!

[She's also really really happy that one of his favourites is in Ukrainian.]

I'm glad you got them back. I've gotten a few back from the town too over the years.

That's good. Books make everything a little more bearable. [They sure got him through a few rough patches.] I already reread those here, so they're yours now. I trust you with them.

Oh!...

[Blushing.]

Are you sure? I mean they are yours.

You'll enjoy them more than I ever could. So, yes, I'm sure.

[Leans in to give him a kiss.]

Well thank you then.

You're welcome. [He smiles, and gives a little nuzzle to her hair, adding in a soft little 'I love you' in Ukrainian, too, because she gets so happy about her language. They all do, really, but she deserves it most.]

[She smiles. And echoes his statement, with an I love you, in Estonian.]

[Yeah she's getting cuddled a little extra for that, because it's certainly nice to hear.]

I brought you food, too, but I kind of figured you'd be happiest about the reading material. I was pretty pleased to get it, I know.

I am. I'll read it tonight.

[All the smiles.]

Oh, you didn't have to bring me food.

No, I didn't have to, but I wanted you, because it makes you smile.

[Smiling, you get another kiss on the forehead.]

Thank you.

You are always welcome.

[Cutie, she smiles more and leans against him.]

At least there are some nice things here.

I agree. You make everything more bearable.

Well I was thinking about you really.

[He chuckles and nuzzles her hair again.]

It's a matter of perspective, then.

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