is roaming around, just zoning out. He hasn't slept in two days, an all time record. Hey. Where is he? Is that...Eva? It might be

would wonder why he has not slept in so long, if only she knew. In any case, she waves at him; maybe he will recognize her.

stops and stares, rubbing at his eyes. Yup it is. He flops down next to her. Why wouldn't he recognize her? "Yo."

just blends in sometimes, is all. And it's not as if they hang out regularly, so... "Hoi~"

doesn't forget faces. Names, yes. All the time. He looks down at the birds. "Feedin the birds I see." He yawns.

to remember, usually. She simply shrugs, however. "There's not much else to do, today."

yawns again. It's nice out here. Maybe he'll crash right next to her. But later. "I know how that goes." He's too out of it to make any-

pass at her like hey since you're not busy or I got something for you to do. Too much effort.

doesn't mind that at all, really; it's not like she could respond to a pass that well, all things considered. "Are you tired?"

would say you never know until you try. He nods, kind of drained. but he's at that stage where he's so tired he can't sleep. "Yeah. Just-

stress I guess." He feels his pockets. No cigarettes. Fuck.

just has a lot of things to consider, you know? Humouring people is nice and all, but then there's the angry Dutchmen and all that fun stuff

to worry about. You know, fun times. And well, she doesn't smoke. :c "I hear there's been a lot of conflict at your house. Is that why?"

would rather stay away from the Dutchmen's wrath but he's a flirt. He'll get it though. He can be understanding. With certain people. And-

for the cigarettes, he'll just grab some later along with booze."There is-was some yes." He catches himself and changes the tense. He-

doesn't want to sound whiny so he'll only say what it was if it's not a burden to Eva. He hates doing that to people.

hopes he can be understanding about that, really; she wouldn't want someone to get punched in the face over that. It's happened before. But_

hey, anyway. He's not a burden; she has that habit of listening to people when they need to talk. It makes up for her general selfishness. _

"I'm sorry to hear that. A lot of people have been having problems, recently." She is no exception, but that's a whole other story.

sniffs, then grabs some grass to weave together. Might as well find something to do with his hands. "I wonder if it's something in the air.-

Or the water. I don't know." He looks away, happy to zone out for a minute. It is a weird coincedence. "Maybe everyone should do what me-

and Mama used to do when we would fight with our bosses."

decides, to put the rest of the breadcrumbs away - she would have shared the sandwich, but it was almost entirely gone by the time he shoed_

showed*)

up. So she goes back to doing some knitting, as they talk. "What did you do, back then?"

doesn't mind as he ate already today. Or did he. Now he can't seem to remember. Oh well he's had to have ate something in the past few days.

smiles. "Have orgies of course." No, not really. He gives a tired laugh. "Not really.We'd have games for the people. Beating someone with a-

sword and running seemed to do it back then. and the festivals."

thinks that's good, then - she would have felt bad for seeming uncaring or selfish in that manner. She wouldn't have known what to say_

if he was serious about that - enough that she did arch an eyebrow. But ah, a joke! "Hmm, I see... Well, those sound fun.. Better than_

fighting over silly things, at least."

is a regular comedian. "Winner had their pick of me or her." That's a joke too but he says it in a deadpan way. He thinks of something and-

his brow furrows. "Wait. Where'd you hear that I have conflict?" He's positive he only told Prussia anything.

shrugs. But then again it's like a highschool. Word gets around quickly. Like wildfire.

snorts, almost sort of believing him. Almost. He was joking before though, so... "Hm? Well, all those protests and such...? It's been on_

the news." That's what she meant. Otherwise, she knows nothing, really.

misunderstood. He rubs the back of his head. "Sorry thought you meant something else. Yeah those people won't quit it. But we've always-

found some reason to bicker and fight. It'll smooth its way out." It better otherwise he's totally boned.

pauses in her knitting to glance at him. "I would hope so, ja." She frowns. "That's really bad. But, ah... What did you think I meant, if_

you don't mind me asking?"

rubs his face and wishes he could keep his big mouth shut sometimes. But hey the foot's already there. "Me and him fought pretty bad."

doesn't really want to say a name. It should be obvious who. He looks down and picks at the grass.

stares at him for a little while, eyes half-lidded as she thinks of what to say. She knows who he's talking about. Eventually, she looks_

down at her feet, unable to even focus on the knitting. "I'm sorry to hear that."

grunts and goes back to weaving the grass together. He could make a bracelet..."Yeah well it's nothing new." It is but he'll deal.

has always learned to deal,

frowns, hands folded neatly over her lap now. "That must be terrible." She pauses. "No, I suppose it really is." She would know.

thinks it's kinda ironic since the thing the person that drove him over the line is her brother. But he won't mention that. He shrugs again-

skilled fingers almost done with the bracelet. All it is is weaving and knot tying. Any child from a village could do the same. "There's-

not much I can do now. I'm just going to have to wait and see." He can wait. Least he hopes so.

glances over at him, momentarily distracted by what he is doing. So it takes her a while to reply to that. "That's usually the best solution

, yes..." She looks down at her feet. "It didn't seem like you had reason to fight." She doesn't want to pry; it's just her opinion, really.

nods and finishes up the bracelet. He could probably make like 12 in 5 minutes. It's all he used to do really when he was young. That and-

read. He hands it to her with a small smile. "For you. Well we found one. Again."

is more of the type to make sweets and such... And lace. She used to spend so much time on that, a very long time ago. She takes the _

bracelet gently, murmuring a soft 'thank you'. "Sometimes fights are necessary, but ah... Sometimes they're a bit too much."

starts working on a more complicated pattern for his, yanking more grass out. "I think I over reacted but I'm not sure." He can cook too,-

taught from the youngest age. "I use fights as an excuse to run away." It's not self pity, just a frankness.

's gaze softens slightly and she is finally able to pick up her knitting again. It is something simple; a pair of socks, for no particular_

person or reason. She was bored when she started it. "I think I understand what you mean." She has her own way of reacting to some things. _

"You should... Talk to him, you know."

is enjoying working on his bracelet. It's calming. "It's too late, he's busy. Sides, I can't say this to him. I'll sound like a girl." No-

offense.

None taken, man. In some ways she's manlier than some people she knows so eh. "Oh. Well, I'm sorry... Maybe... Give it some time, then. It_

i-it tends to work itself out..."

nods and holds the bracelet up in the light and yawns. Almost done. "Yeah. How does this look so far?" He's changing the subject now.

smiles softly. "It looks really nice. You're very talented with that."

thanks her and goes back to work on it. "I like your knitting. What are you making? He peeks over at her knitting.

holds it up gently. It's plain white, for now at least. "Socks... Well, they will be socks, eventually. I was bored, ah..."

nods then raises an eyebrow. "Socks? Pretty useful." He fiddles with his grass bracelet. "I myself don't like socks.too constrictive. Then-

again I'm not a fan of most clothing."

sort of snorts. It is kind of funny; she has had a lot of practise with knitting, but she always feels as if she needs to focus a lot so as_

to not mess up. "I see. Well, where I hail from the weather isn't as warm as down by the Mediterranean, you know.

smiles up at her, but his eyes don't really hold it well. "Alright Miss Snooty. I was just talking about loving to be naked but if you want-

to get technical it is pretty nice where I live. You should visit it sometime."

kicks at him lightly, not enough to hurt. "I got that, silly. But. Hm, maybe when the weather is better, I shall."

takes the kick like a man with an "oomph". He starts on another bracelet, changing his mind and making a necklace instead. "We'll go to the-

theater and the clubs. Athens is the best party city at night."

watches him for a moment, but soon rolls her eyes, smiling slightly and going back to her knitting. "I see. I thought that was Ibiza or _

something." She wouldn't know very well, though. She hangs around the Benelux, mostly.

shrugs then gives her a shit eating grin. "Well then we'll just hit all of them to make sure we get in the fun." He coughs. "Athens is-

the prettiest at sunset. I also know all the secret places the tourists don't go." As he well should.

laughs softly, eyes set on the soon-to-be pair of socks. "Hm, I'm not so sure I want to hit the bars for a while."

lives in bars basically so this is kind of a weird concept. "There's the Food and Dance festival." He sniffs and keeps his eyes down,-

focused on this grass necklace. It might take a long time but he'll make this, damnit.

doesn't go to bars that much, really. So she's kind of... Out of the whole scene. Sort of. It's a complicated thing. "That sounds _

interesting." She pauses. "Are you alright?"

"It's better then interesting." Not as awesome as Oktoberfest but still..."Yeah I am. Damn allergies though." It's a lie and he's pretty-

sure it's a good one. "Drives my sinuses crazy."

wouldn't know, however. She arches an eyebrow, though her eyes are still set on her work. "Now?" He didn't seem so well earlier, but_

they changed the subject and all. But she didn't forget.

nods, biting his tongue. "I might also be catching a cold. I haven't exactly been sleeping inside." That's actually a truth. He scrunches-

his eye brows and puts more effort into the weaving.

frowns now, shifting a bit in her seat so she can lean back a bit. "You should be resting, you know."

gives her an exhausted chuckle. "thanks for caring sweetheart but I'll be fine. I'm a fullgrown man. I can take care of myself."

rolls her eyes. "I know that. But if you're unwell, a simple suggestion can't hurt, ja?"

sneezes. He holds his nose then sneezes again and again. True to expectations, he's now running a fever. "Yeah I see you're point."

sighs and puts her things back in the bag she brought along, standing up slowly. "Come on. You're going home to rest, mister,"

.* )

really doesn't want to go home. He blinks up at her and sneezes. "No I'm not."

is like a mother, sometimes. And she's a very stubborn lady. "You're sick."

can't stop sneezing *godamn* he can't stop. And it's not helping his argument. "Then I'll lay here and be sick." He feels kind of woozy-

but it's only a little fever. He tries to glower but it comes off as dopey.

rolls her eyes. She cannot pull him up to his feet, but she does tug at his arm. "*Come on*, that's not going to help at all!"

would fight her more on it but he doesn't have much to. He wobbles, one leg. "It's not going to be better help there either." He catches-

himself as his leg wants to give out.