happy for her?

glad?

that she can't really seem to relax unless she is high.

shrugs, giving him an indifferent look. "Least it works, ja?"

shrugs as well. Who is he to argue with someone not sober? "As long as your back holds out while you are like that."

snorts, taking a puff. "Ja ja, m'fine thanks~"

sits out in front of the porch instead of standing. "Something must be wrong."

him a look. "Eh? Why? Besides the fact that I'm a woman, there's really nothing else wrong..."

pushes some hair behind his ear, "Prussia has been saying things, though, I think."

((*smacks Plurk for not putting my replies SOB* ))

narrows her eyes and snorts, taking a longer puff. "I wouldn't believe everything that white-haired demon says..."

( /kills it )

about it. "Well, if he says anything about having sex with my brother..."

laughs at this. "Fff that would be awful.."

sighs. "Not even to save the polar bears..."

snorts and shrugs, taking another puff.

fiddles with his shirt while turning pink. "What is it with you and your sister, though, really?"

looks at him now, arching an eyebrow. "What about us?"

shrugs a bit, not looking at her. "Don't you fancy her?"

silent for a moment, then just takes another puff with a slight scowl. "...I dunno. Don't really think 'bout that ya know?"

puts his hands up in defense. "I'm not the one high, so."

takes a longer puff, pointedly blowing the smoke in Matthew's direction. "Ja? Well I'm not the one asking strange questions."

avoids letting out a cough. "A stranger question would be what kind of cheese is in your fridge right now, I think."

chuckles, looking away from him. "Ja, that's true~"

moves up on the porch, sitting upright. "Don't you ever go out anywhere?"

shrugs. "Not really. Don't like a lot of people~" *chuckles dryly*

nods in understanding. "People don't know me too much, but I try to go places now and again."

him a small smile. "Tha's good I suppose. But s'not my thing..."

folds his hands together, with a strained smile of his own, "I'm a bother?"

tilts her head now looking a tiny bit surprised. "Eh? I never said that..."

shrugs a bit at this, looking down, "I can't tell...I mean, you never try to clobber me for what America's done, but I dunno."

him more of a strange look. "Why would I clobber YOU for what he's done. Yer actually nice. And not an idiot." *snorts*

replies, "People mistake me for him all the time. Even dogs."

snorts, reaching over to pat at his shoulder. "Well I know the difference, don't I?"

rubs his fingernails together, thoughtlessly asking, "Maybe I should go for a new image?"

stares more. "...if you want?"

continues to pretend to be interested in his nails. "Sex and drugs and rock n' roll. Well...two out of three is not bad."

snorts loudly. "Which two, huh?"

finds himself snorting a bit as well, "I think that can be left unsaid."

rolls her eyes, taking a long puff. "Whatever~"

ticks off his fingers, "There are pixie sticks leftover from Halloween and CDs in the garage."

watches him, arching an eyebrow. "Hm? Planning on having a little candy party er something?"

looks back at her, "Like I said, two out of three isn't bad."

an "ah" and chuckles. "Ya gonna snort pixie sticks? Doubt that'll do much 'cept get yer nose all sticky." *laughs*

rests his chin in his hand, "It is cheaper than the other stuff."

laughs louder. "This is true. But if ya truly wanna get high, ya know ya can just come here right? Fer free, if m'feeling generous~"

glances at him. "S'better than pixie dust in yer nose."

barely chuckles, looking off to the other side again. "How lovely of you. I suppose I have to sell off my fingers when it is not free?"

smirks, suddenly grabbing his hand and glancing, amused at it. "Hmm? Well ya do got pretty fingers." *laughs loudly, taking another drag*

rolls his eyes, "I'll entrust my lungs to you if I ever feel the desperate need to get stoned."

smiles, snorting. "Goed. M'the best~"

takes his hand back. "And obviously high."

nods, lazily letting his hand go and taking another drag. "Ja~"

tries to take the pipe away, "Enough for you."

frowns, holding it away from him. "Oi, don't act like my zuster dammit."

"So if you jack yourself up real bad and I can't do anything, all you can do is laugh at yourself. And stop being selfish. Share. I'll give

you my right index finger for it."

snorts, rolling his eyes and handing it over. "...fine."

takes it. "I'll send it to you in a nice box," he says, sarcastically, before sticking the pipe between his lips and inhaling. Oh, he's

doing it again. Go figure. The cops will never take him alive.

smirks. "Dank u~" She watches him, chuckling.

exhales, lowering the pipe yet not intending on giving it back. "With a little ribbon."

snorts again, still watching. "Cute~"

come to find a distaste in that word. He takes a drag before speaking again, "We should go somewhere...when I'm not under the influence."

arches an eyebrow. "Hmm? Where do ya have in mind?"

shrugs. "I dunno...to a backyard, the store...the moon."

snorts, shrugging. "I dun care. The moon sounds fun~"

laughs. "The moon may be pricey after the first few days," he says, trying to reason with her and himself before another drag.

chuckles herself. "Mm this is true~"

rubs his eye with the free hand, "Well, I guess I should go...and find something to do...ahaha."

shrugs and stares. "Hmm? Well if ya want to~"

hands her back her pipe, "Don't do anything stupid, 'kay?"

takes his happily, chuckling. "I won't~"

stretches as he stands up, only to trip over himself.

snorts loudly and stands up, making sure he's okay. "Oi, watch yerself~"

tries to stand still, swaying a bit. "Yeah...sure."

steps over and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Ya okay to go home?"

does not spare her a glance, "If I say no, that means I probably still have some common sense."

chuckles. "Well do ya have common sense still, Matt~?"

holds his head, "I...I dunno."

pats at his back. "Ya want some coffee to clear it up a bit before ya try to go home?"

barely nods. "Maybe."

snorts and leads him back onto the porch before disappearing inside to go make some coffee.

simply waits out on the porch, having not been properly invited inside. He sits down with a thump, supporting himself with leaning against

his hand.

returns quickly enough with two mugs of coffee, and holds one down to him.

gratefully and shakily takes the mug that is offered to him, trying to take a sip of the coffee so it does not end up in his face.