[He just doesn't have the patience for driving in the city okay? It's noisy and there are people maneuvering two ton contraptions that really shouldn't. He hasn't hit anything here yet!]
I am not saying that you are incapable. I just know that your patience is only so durable and young boys driving... Good luck. 4 is good. Tell the Landlord to make it a sunny day, yeah?
You're playing with fire, you silly man... So. Where are we going to dinner? <3
[Oh he added the heart to be annoying, but seriously. He doesn't mess with the guy that brought him here already once before. Danger, danger Will Robinson.]
[Oh, he's not insinuation the Landlord is some sinister guy, but he CAN make their lives unfortunate for a period of time. Weariness. That's how France handles That Situation.]
Italian sound good? A little bit never hurt anyone...
[The Landlord is just a bit sketchy to him so far, but it's nothing he can't handle! Maybe. He's lasted this long quite well... Or something like that.]
You asked. What kind of reply did you want me to give?
I'll pick you up at 4pm, anyway.
[He's. Going to stop texting now though because he's sulking a bit. FRANCE ASKED he made it sound like innuendo don't blame him for going ahead and saying it when you hinted???
Wanker.
Thankfully that only lasts for 15 minutes as he's busy with work, but you know.]
Relax... I am teasing you. Obviously. You're not the only one that enjoys doing it. I'll be waiting for you.
[England is sulking. France is smirking. It's how things typically go, really.
He's at work himself. Writing horrible smut that he keeps far away from innocent eyes... er. Who buys guns in Sunnyville, USA? Maybe the Landlord gave him this place just to be out of the way of everyone else. Rude.]
[Despite him being the one to say something to begin with, he does get a little flustered at that, hitting the delete button without replying. It's safer if he doesn't keep texts like this anyway, and both of them have already gotten their messages across.
He's be considered about what he was writing if he knew, mind you, so thankfully that's not known.
While texts out of habit might be exchanged through the week (bitchy comments mostly, let's be real) when Saturday comes he's at France's house at 3.59pm. Instead of going to the door, he just beeps the door, expecting him to hear it. He's going to be a little lazy, okay?]
[The bitchy comments were of course, enjoyable as always. They're nuggets of entertainment, or something like that. Of course, he's like England who sporadically presses delete all in regards to the other man's correspondence.
Now, he was ready to go around a quarter til four and presently waiting with his keys and wallet, but when England does arrive and honks he chooses to sit tight for a moment. Mostly because that's horrible not!date protocol there. The important thing is that he does come out eventually -- probably when he actually becomes concerned that half the neighborhood's attention will be drawn from that rather loud horn.
France rolls his eyes on the way to the driveway, probably noticeably enough for England to see in the car. It wouldn't be right if there wasn't some kind of tic against the other, but he's in good spirits, if the smile means anything when he settles in the passenger seat...
He looks around -- and ah, his grin widens when he sees the backseat.]
[It's true, that despite knowing exactly what France is like he still honks the car horn a few more times and turns off the engine. No point in wasting petrol while the other decides to be a frustrating git. In fact, he even opens his mouth to tell him as such, but then he splutters because shut the fuck up. In fact he even yells that.]
Shut the fuck up! Just put on your seatbelt so we can go.
[His hand presses against his forehead, wondering why the fuck he thought this was a good idea. Either way.]
Do you have any idea what the layout of this place is like?
[Well if you got your bony ass out of the car and knocked on the door like a normal, considerate human being, France wouldn't have waited a good ten minutes extra before showing that pretty face of his. He winks at the yelling Brit beside him and reaches around to put his seat belt on.
And then he just laughs, because England is an amusing man when flustered. Or frustrated. Or simply breathing... France has a problem okay??]
My God, you're in a mood... I was merely making an observation.
[Actually, he does seem to be thinking but it's short-lived in favor of shrugging]
I just got back after being gone for nearly a year. I think we should pick a direction and go, no? Adventure and the like.
[The point was trying to be somewhat discreet... though lord only knows how that's the case when he's the only one in Holly Heights with a fucking Rolls Royce anyway. Still, he only starts up the car when France moves, using the mirrors to reserve off the drive.]
I'm always in a mood when you take 10 fucking minutes to be ready.
[Be it getting in the car or teasing too much or ... a number of things, let's be real here.]
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Date: 2014-04-02 07:10 am (UTC)[Not like France would be any better at driving...lessons... please. Nice guy. Snarky and aloof when his car gets stuck making out with a light poll.]
why are you awake you lunatic?!
Date: 2014-04-02 07:20 am (UTC)[Exactly, he's worse thank you very much. Having a driver makes you rusty!]
hacking lungs out man.
Date: 2014-04-02 07:34 am (UTC)I am not saying that you are incapable. I just know that your patience is only so durable and young boys driving... Good luck. 4 is good. Tell the Landlord to make it a sunny day, yeah?
poor darling 8(
Date: 2014-04-02 07:41 am (UTC)Ah. I suppose, though I'm willing to be patient for them. 4 it is then. He might have seen this already, for all we know.
Re: poor darling 8(
Date: 2014-04-02 07:55 am (UTC)Good for them. ... Should I start speaking in code? Christ.
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Date: 2014-04-02 07:57 am (UTC)I doubt that's necessary. Besides, it may work it our favour for all you know.
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Date: 2014-04-02 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-02 08:12 am (UTC)[Don't sound so smug about that?? England????]
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Date: 2014-04-02 08:27 am (UTC)[Oh he added the heart to be annoying, but seriously. He doesn't mess with the guy that brought him here already once before. Danger, danger Will Robinson.]
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Date: 2014-04-02 08:29 am (UTC)[He's just going to ignore the heart, but please he doesn't fear the landlord???]
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Date: 2014-04-02 08:43 am (UTC)Italian sound good? A little bit never hurt anyone...
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Date: 2014-04-02 08:48 am (UTC)I'm fine with that. A little bit of fire?
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Date: 2014-04-02 09:09 am (UTC)It depends if you are fanning the flame or not, really.
[What are they talking about again? Food? Or dessert?]
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Date: 2014-04-02 09:47 am (UTC)And that depends on what you classify as fanning the flame.
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Date: 2014-04-02 02:20 pm (UTC)[Well. Besides footsie under the table?]
zzzzzzzz witchu 1/2 though
Date: 2014-04-02 02:42 pm (UTC)[um, well]
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Date: 2014-04-02 02:44 pm (UTC)[Does he mean driving the car or ... the other thing though HMM.]
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Date: 2014-04-02 03:34 pm (UTC)We'll see how dinner goes first.
SHALL I SKIP TO THE SAT ....... fuck idek dkjsgg
Date: 2014-04-03 03:33 am (UTC)I'll pick you up at 4pm, anyway.
[He's. Going to stop texting now though because he's sulking a bit. FRANCE ASKED he made it sound like innuendo don't blame him for going ahead and saying it when you hinted???
Wanker.
Thankfully that only lasts for 15 minutes as he's busy with work, but you know.]
akdsfj ...yes.
Date: 2014-04-04 01:33 am (UTC)[England is sulking. France is smirking. It's how things typically go, really.
He's at work himself. Writing horrible smut that he keeps far away from innocent eyes... er. Who buys guns in Sunnyville, USA? Maybe the Landlord gave him this place just to be out of the way of everyone else. Rude.]
screams into hands sdkjgsdg
Date: 2014-04-04 04:06 am (UTC)He's be considered about what he was writing if he knew, mind you, so thankfully that's not known.
While texts out of habit might be exchanged through the week (bitchy comments mostly, let's be real) when Saturday comes he's at France's house at 3.59pm. Instead of going to the door, he just beeps the door, expecting him to hear it. He's going to be a little lazy, okay?]
there will be screaming yes.
Date: 2014-04-05 04:01 am (UTC)Now, he was ready to go around a quarter til four and presently waiting with his keys and wallet, but when England does arrive and honks he chooses to sit tight for a moment. Mostly because that's horrible not!date protocol there. The important thing is that he does come out eventually -- probably when he actually becomes concerned that half the neighborhood's attention will be drawn from that rather loud horn.
France rolls his eyes on the way to the driveway, probably noticeably enough for England to see in the car. It wouldn't be right if there wasn't some kind of tic against the other, but he's in good spirits, if the smile means anything when he settles in the passenger seat...
He looks around -- and ah, his grin widens when he sees the backseat.]
It is the one you had back home. Well done.
[Uh...]
dsGSDG SHUT UP
Date: 2014-04-05 04:16 am (UTC)Shut the fuck up! Just put on your seatbelt so we can go.
[His hand presses against his forehead, wondering why the fuck he thought this was a good idea. Either way.]
Do you have any idea what the layout of this place is like?
Heellll naw.
Date: 2014-04-05 04:34 am (UTC)And then he just laughs, because England is an amusing man when flustered. Or frustrated. Or simply breathing... France has a problem okay??]
My God, you're in a mood... I was merely making an observation.
[Actually, he does seem to be thinking but it's short-lived in favor of shrugging]
I just got back after being gone for nearly a year. I think we should pick a direction and go, no? Adventure and the like.
[tsuns at]
Date: 2014-04-05 04:44 am (UTC)I'm always in a mood when you take 10 fucking minutes to be ready.
[Be it getting in the car or teasing too much or ... a number of things, let's be real here.]
So ... left or right?
c'mon my little tsun-spot.
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