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.]
[You're beeping the horn on a Rolls Royce. That is ESPECIALLY not discrete. He smiles pleasantly at the griping man beside him and flips his hair. Just for flair.]
I was ready twenty minutes ago. I do not come when honked at like some high school floozy.
[He's just going to get comfortable in his seat now that they're moving.]
Go right! That seems like a good idea.
[I mean, turning left fucked up Donna Noble's day so we're going to turn right. It seems like the best idea.]
[It's really the least discreet thing in the whole of town, honestly, but stop being such a flamboyant dick. God. Though he laughs under his breath at that. Just a little.]
Sometimes you do.
[UM.
Anyway, he'll turn off in that direction, and it's probably a bit too fast all things considered.]
Do you think there's anything outside of the main gates? I don't think we can get too far anymore, but...
[He swats lightly at the man's arm for that, but it's just in jest and his hands return to his side of the car right after. See, he can be a good guy every once in awhile. Plus he might not be able to argue what he said, anyway. Ugh.]
Brat.
[He hides his smile behind a hand as he looks out the window, surveying the scenery speed by. An eyebrow quirks and he glances over at England, though it's more to address his question.]
I'd imagine it would be like any other developed area. Wooded areas. Farms. Unless it just ends. [purses lips] I highly doubt that, but let's see for ourselves?
[France and England on the edge of a great precipice they just happen to stumble upon. Who would push the other over the edge first? ...Let's be honest, for France's sake, hope that it's just a bunch of woods.]
[His eyes thankfully stay fixed on the road, though it's not like there are many cars around in Holly Heights either, it makes things easier.]
I suppose that's quite possible, I heard it changed into islands at one point, no idea if it's still the same.
[He shifts to peek around the corner of a road before taking a turn, though of course this would be better if it were sunny out. But yes, hopefully they only find woods and not an 80 ft drop.]
[Glances at him quickly, that sure doesn't sound very convincing!! But either way, no worries, he'll bite him later. At the moment though, he just sighs.]
You do realise you can always tell him that, yourself. [He takes the right turn without thinking, scowling to himself after because he should have gone left to spite him, honestly.] Though I'm rather certain the residents have some hand in the landscaping as well, given we can make requests.
[a beat]
Please don't ask for the Eiffel Tower to be constructed here.
I try to keep my communication with him as little as possible. It's more entertaining to use you, anyway. [his brow furrows. who the fuck made it an island so he can give them a look instead?]
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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.
Date: 2014-04-05 04:58 am (UTC)I was ready twenty minutes ago. I do not come when honked at like some high school floozy.
[He's just going to get comfortable in his seat now that they're moving.]
Go right! That seems like a good idea.
[I mean, turning left fucked up Donna Noble's day so we're going to turn right. It seems like the best idea.]
shut up sDGDSG ://T!!!!
Date: 2014-04-05 05:03 am (UTC)Sometimes you do.
[UM.
Anyway, he'll turn off in that direction, and it's probably a bit too fast all things considered.]
Do you think there's anything outside of the main gates? I don't think we can get too far anymore, but...
/pinches cheeks. your call which.
Date: 2014-04-05 12:37 pm (UTC)Brat.
[He hides his smile behind a hand as he looks out the window, surveying the scenery speed by. An eyebrow quirks and he glances over at England, though it's more to address his question.]
I'd imagine it would be like any other developed area. Wooded areas. Farms. Unless it just ends. [purses lips] I highly doubt that, but let's see for ourselves?
[France and England on the edge of a great precipice they just happen to stumble upon. Who would push the other over the edge first? ...Let's be honest, for France's sake, hope that it's just a bunch of woods.]
DSGSD WOW??????????
Date: 2014-04-05 01:23 pm (UTC)I suppose that's quite possible, I heard it changed into islands at one point, no idea if it's still the same.
[He shifts to peek around the corner of a road before taking a turn, though of course this would be better if it were sunny out. But yes, hopefully they only find woods and not an 80 ft drop.]
<3?
Date: 2014-04-06 09:31 am (UTC)[See, he's motioning. To the not tropical weather. Ah, a corner. To adventure.
He leans back in his seat and gives England a sideways glance]
Tell your husband his idea of landscaping is awkward at best if that's what he's got in mind.
<3 i guess :T
Date: 2014-04-06 10:10 am (UTC)[He's cross his arms if he could. Though stop gesticulating while he's driving, it's distracting!]
...He's not my husband. [Though he flushed a bit. Wow????] Though it definitely could do with a little upkeeping.
tsuntsuntsun <3
Date: 2014-04-07 02:36 am (UTC)Mm, sure sure. [waving a hand -- because no, he talks with his hands too England, bite me.] Honestly it just doesn't flow well.
Ah...perhaps you should tell him to get some landscaping magazines from the twenty-first century. [Casually:] Turn right.
tsuns forever!!! <3
Date: 2014-04-07 03:08 am (UTC)You do realise you can always tell him that, yourself. [He takes the right turn without thinking, scowling to himself after because he should have gone left to spite him, honestly.] Though I'm rather certain the residents have some hand in the landscaping as well, given we can make requests.
[a beat]
Please don't ask for the Eiffel Tower to be constructed here.
it's very acceptable ok <3
Date: 2014-04-07 10:33 am (UTC)Why not?!
bites you too :T!!!!
Date: 2014-04-07 10:38 am (UTC)We don't need something that hideous here.
more please...
Date: 2014-04-07 11:11 am (UTC)Oh come on. Don't be sensitive. I'm kidding.
[Huffing.] It's grown on me. I think I should!
o-oh (blush) ... bites harder?!
Date: 2014-04-07 11:16 am (UTC)I'm not being sensitive. [Rolls his eyes.] You do realise everyone would prefer Big Ben to be here, don't you?
[England no.]
oh yes good.
Date: 2014-04-07 11:21 am (UTC)[Marriages. Engagements. Reunions. ALL WITH THE TOWER IN THE BACKGROUND. On someone's instagram account please...]
Goodness, we might as well bring Notre Dame if you want to play that!
[Oh wherever they're going they're getting their faster... nice. Ahem.]
I see the driving lesson went well then?
sucks ://T
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