kuusteist // 16

[technophiling]

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.

Comments

[motheringnation]

Oh!...

[Blushing.]

Are you sure? I mean they are yours.

[technophiling]

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

[motheringnation]

[Leans in to give him a kiss.]

Well thank you then.

[technophiling]

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.]

[motheringnation]

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

[technophiling]

[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.

[motheringnation]

I am. I'll read it tonight.

[All the smiles.]

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

[technophiling]

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

[motheringnation]

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

Thank you.

[technophiling]

You are always welcome.

[motheringnation]

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

At least there are some nice things here.

[technophiling]

I agree. You make everything more bearable.

[motheringnation]

Well I was thinking about you really.

[technophiling]

[He chuckles and nuzzles her hair again.]

It's a matter of perspective, then.

[motheringnation]

I suppose so.

We'll have to visit more often then.

[technophiling]

We do. I'm... sorry I don't spend as much time with you as I should.

[motheringnation]

That's alright. Time goes by quickly, it's easy to loose track of it.

Now then. Should we have some of the food you were so kind to bring over?

[technophiling]

It's up to you. I was going to wait and make you eat it after I left, though, in case it turned out horrible.

[motheringnation]

I'm sure it isn't.

But if you're not hungry, we can do something else if you'd like.

[technophiling]

I want to do whatever you want. Food is just fine.

[motheringnation]

[Smiles.]

Food it is then. I promise not to hold it against you, but I'm sure it's fine.