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Post by Jimmeh on May 20, 2010 21:27:28 GMT -5
"Yes, thank God you're not like him." He scoffed, and rolled his eyes. When speaking to others of it, his portrayal of his time spent with Roderich was typically interpreted as the worst experience of his life, but truthfully, there was an upside or two. "I had to live with him and I think some of his fancy talk rubbed off on me."
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Post by Tiger on May 21, 2010 14:46:48 GMT -5
A smirk brushed itself across Luka's lips. "Hah!" he shouted triumphantly. "Sucks to be you. I just don't like him because he annexed Bosnia--I wanted Bosnia--and then went after me a few years later. Oh, and because--no, I think that's it. I saw more of Turkey than I ever did of Austria, really." He shrugged, still smirking, and brushed a piece of lavender lint off of his pale blue shirt. I don't own anything in purple. Why is it always that color?
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Post by Jimmeh on May 21, 2010 20:47:47 GMT -5
"Everyone says that," he muttered at first, partially to himself, and then diverted his attention towards Luka again. "That's nothing." Gilbert laughed harshly. "You've got no idea." The Prussian briefly drew his hand towards his forehead unconsciously to brush some strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes--probably to distract himself. The topic of Roderich (and Gilbert's contempt for him) itself, when delved into, was extremely uncomfortable just to think about, even in a situation that was not entirely serious.
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Post by Tiger on May 21, 2010 21:28:42 GMT -5
Luka blinked and said, "Wait, what does everyone say that about: that it sucks to be you, that they wanted Bosnia, or that they were around Turkey more?" He was pretty sure that the first meaning had been intended, but did not quite know how to respond well and felt that this might be the best way for the conversation to go. Besides, it provided another chance to be annoying, which he didn't really mind.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 21, 2010 21:40:44 GMT -5
He shook his head and made a mental note to be more precise with his language. "The first one--" He paused, almost using Roderich's trademark insult, but stopping himself just in time. "Idiot," he used instead. "At least you didn't have to live with him." [/color][/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 21, 2010 21:45:51 GMT -5
"I got that much," he replied sardonically. Although not naturally so sarcastic, he had picked up parts of the trait from two of his self-proclaimed "snarky" neighbors and, for a while, housemates. "And believe me, I know what it's like to live with someone who hates my guts." Those years had been far from pleasant, and had culminated in an experience he'd rather not repeat. It involved lots of blood, and not just his own.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 21, 2010 22:16:59 GMT -5
Gilbert sighed. He hated being proven wrong. "Whatever," he replied. Though it was not the most clever response, it would make do. He didn't mind losing a verbal argument; from his perspective, losers, provided they succeeded at one point or another, got more glory in the long run. "Not like I care about your own personal life, anyway. Mine is way more interesting."
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Post by Tiger on May 22, 2010 19:35:05 GMT -5
"Really?" This could be interesting, Luka thought. "Would you mind telling me about it? You can come on in and have a seat. I can put on some coffee if you like. Turkish coffee is the best, you know. Very excellent." He opened the door and sat down backwards on his chair, gesturing at the other, uncovered one with his right hand as he ran his left over the antimacassar. When it came to other people sitting on furniture that did not belong to him, he was not so uptight.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 23, 2010 12:01:17 GMT -5
"It'll be a cold day in hell, Serbia, when I sit down and have a conversation..." Gilbert was tempted to begin berating Luka for even suggesting such a thing (though it was not like he had done it before) but stopped at the mention of coffee. "Aww, why the hell not," he concluded, and took a seat, keeping his distance. "We can swap gossip, or whatever girly stuff you do on a day-to-day basis." [/color][/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 23, 2010 19:12:04 GMT -5
"Girly?" he asked, not entirely serious. "Goddamn, Prussia, I am a man." Luka strode over to a dumpy but clean kitchenette about halfway across the room, poured some water into a cezve, and turned on the stove before retaking his seat. "Anyways, I'm sure your day-to-day life is way more exciting than mine. Apart from you not being a country anymore." He had not intended to rub this into Gilbert's face but could not help but smile a tiny bit.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 23, 2010 19:27:04 GMT -5
"Don't you dare start on that," he replied icily, and crossed his arms. "But in that case, yes, my day-to-day life is far more awesome than yours--don't you even think about arguing otherwise." Though his threats sounded menacing, even he was positive he had no idea what he was talking about, or what he was even threatening. "To start, unlike you, I actually have a life," he added, and broke down laughing.
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Post by Tiger on May 24, 2010 20:25:09 GMT -5
Luka looked at Gilbert dismissively, wondering how he could be in hysterics so easily when he had said nothing to prove his claims. "And that life would be...?" Usually he only bickered with those he couldn't stand, and this was turning out to be no different. His arguments with Croatia had been described as "spectacular" by those who witnessed them, although they had a tendency to let things get out of hand. In the back of his mind he hoped it would not come to that.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 24, 2010 22:14:49 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, be nice to the old man." He frowned briefly before continuing. In some cases, he could be considered retired, but he only preferred to use the term to defend himself. "For one thing, I've got access to most of Berlin and surrounding cities' bars--sometimes I'll con West into buying drinks for the both of us--and if I ever feel like taking it easy, I've got a pretty tough house to kick back in and if anyone gets in my way I put 'em on their shelf. The best part? I never get lonely, unlike you would." He leaned back in his chair with a contented scoff--though only half of that was true, he enjoyed embellishing the truth when he was not being taken entirely seriously in the first place. [/color][/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 27, 2010 17:26:30 GMT -5
In anger he flared his nostrils, giving Gilbert a cold glare. Luka didn't really believe Gilbert's claim of putting people "on the shelf" but the comment about loneliness struck a chord. Living mostly alone was not something he could handle--there were still Kosovo and Vojvodina--but he did not consider them to be of any importance. "It's not like there's no alcohol in Belgrade, you know. And you don't have boza up there. Or...a lot of things, actually. I wouldn't trade places with you for the world." There wasn't much he would do for the world; what had the world ever done for him?
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Post by Jimmeh on May 27, 2010 20:33:34 GMT -5
[[ooc: I think I'm starting to abuse italics.]]
"Ah, but Berlin's bars can beet your lame-ass pubs any day." Gilbert challenged the Serb's glare for a moment, but then glanced at a distant corner to think over what to say next, but after a few short seconds continued making eye contact. "Boza is disgusting. And everyone says that, until they actually see what my life is like instead of hearing it. Believe it or not, Serbia, there's more to life than sitting around and complaining about how much everything sucks. Not like I disagree with that, but at least I can take it in stride." [/color][/size]
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