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Post by france on Oct 11, 2010 9:16:35 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME IN THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX josephine laughed. it wasn't a mocking laugh, per se, but more like "oh ha ha you're sooo funny" laugh. she rolled her eyes again and shut the fridge, making herself comfortable leaning against it again. suspiciously, she regarded the dane; perhaps there would be some real fun in this after all. perhaps. it all depended, really, on whether or not they were on the same page -- and with the dane so wrapped up in her beer ( obviously more important than her, she adds snidely ) she couldn't be sure.
"what kind of slave do you want to be?" she queried, casually, twisting a ringlet before tucking it neatly behind her ear. her eyes were catlike in their keenness, her smile bemused but cautious. it was a mixture of emotions, to be sure. nonchalantly, she moved across the space of her kitchen and pulled the hot water off of the stove, pouring it into a tea cup and then placing the tea bag daintily inside. no beer for france -- she didn't trust denmark enough to let herself get too drunk around him.
"there are plenty of kinds of slaves," josephine continued, thoughtfully. "my initial thought was sex slave, but of course you wouldn't be interested in that." she clicked her tongue in what appeared to be disappointment and sipped her tea pleasantly. her expression was mild, with a wry sort of amusement; polite enough, to say the least.
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Post by denmark on Oct 11, 2010 14:43:43 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS, not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] What kinda slave did he want to be? Mathias took a moment to think then, humming lightly as he approached the subject as lightly as she did, "Can't say I've ever spent too long thinkin' 'bout it before. Doesn't seem like the sort of thing slaves get to pick, ya know?" Nodding along with his words he watched her pour out her tea with some degree of amusement. Drinking the two discussed the subject of slavery casually. Well, the Dane would have attempted to; an outright bark of laughter, half disbelief, came when she mentioned sex slave.
"That was your initial thought? Out of all the 'kind of slaves'?" there was a exasperated whistle following his words, bemused if anything. She acted calmly about it but, c'mon, he wasn't going to play along with that and just let it slide, "I see someone's a little horny, France; if you wanted sex all ya needed to do was ask!" Pretty much unserious his tone completely carefree and unserious he just chuckled again, moving to drink again but not before adding, "Really, though, BDSM?"
He had to wonder why she didn't think him interested. Obviously being a sex slave to any country wasn't on his 'to-do list' but he presumed she thought that it much the consensus that everyone wanted to get with France, "Don't believe you're sexy enough for interest there?" If anything he would have thought she'd have judged him not worthy.
Placing his unused hand to balance against Mathias leant back and tilted his head slightly, "Must say, though, woulda thought you'd be more dominating. Did decisiveness go with your empire?"
& NOTE: LMAO I LITERALLY LIKE :'D OH FRANCEEEE THAT JUST MADE ME LAUGH SM & TAGS: LE FRANCEEEE & LYRICS: inside of you, hoobastank
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Post by france on Oct 11, 2010 17:47:04 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME IN THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX ouch. obviously denmark found it funny to put jab after jab on her. as if she didn't get enough shit from eveyrone else. her eyes narrowed slightly and a dry smile came to her face. horny? horny? she scoffed lightly, waving and taking another sip of her tea -- despite her suddenly bruised ego. oh, believe you me; she definitely would not forget what he'd said, even if it was all in good fun.
"at least i have a sexual appetite at all," she replied primly. "when was the last time the great denmark had a decent bed partner?" a perfectly manicured brow arched upward with practiced ease, and again, she sipped her tea. at his question, she shrugged nonchalantly. "i've never tried it, and you seem a likely candidate from the reputation you've gathered. i just don't know how rusty your skills have gotten from lack of sexual activity."
oh, but he did not just go there.
not sexy enough? not sexy enough?
she cleared her throat and regarded him reproachfully. "gee, why don't you just take that fork and stab me in the eye," she replied dryly, looking wounded. josephine blew on her tea and tried to ignore the sting that reminded her that, yes, she was painfully single at the moment; to think that she, france, would not be in a relationship of some sort was a bit of a disgrace. with a sulky glance towards denmark she found herself a seat on the opposing counter. stupid, stupid mathias.
and yet another stab.
"is this some way of telling me you want me to dominate, mathias?" she asked, tersely. "after insulting me? you send mixed signals, i hope you realize."
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Post by denmark on Oct 11, 2010 21:00:44 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS, not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] Her 'proper' replies still only got a smile from the Dane. She was annoyed, he realised, but Mathias made no effort to lessen her irritation now. Despite his earlier words of 'making it up to her' he didn't feel they applied now in the slightest now; well, given the supposedly present 'slave' deal they had going. He just remained nonchalant, quirking an eyebrow back though his answer only good-natured in tone, "Ya thinkin' other countries are devoid 'a' 'sexual appetite'?" Denmark repeated the term almost distastefully; her clinical, almost euphemistic way of phrasing things didn't appeal to Denmark, "Interested in my sex life now? Huh." There was a laugh after, "Wanna compare and contrast, France?" He shrugged, not continuing on the subject but his grin confident. The fact she had never tried it made him pause, though, and he seemed amused by that, "Really?"
"Your kinky has its limits, then?" chuckling again he seemed even more entertained at the 'likely candidate' part, despite her use of close-to-scientific language again, "You're flatterin' me, ya know, wasn't aware I had gathered a 'reputation'?" There was a pause, though. "I guess I'm just worried what this reputation involves." And that wasn't a complete lie? Denmark didn't even try to make his tone convincing; stated cheerfully as well as suggestively he just grinned, "Makes me wonder what you've heard. Could be entirely incorrect, ya know." With the insecure tone in his voice, though, he just seemed to be continuously unserious. Her last sentence then got a derisive snort from him for many reasons, "'Lack of sexual activity'? Soundin' a bit like a textbook, Josie."
The sexy comment didn't go down well. At all. Shrugging at her critical look, and then laughing at her reply, there was an instinct to reach out and of course give a friendly, comforting slap on the shoulder. If she wasn't so far away from him he would have but he just settled for a rather inauthentic apology, "Sorry? C'mon, Jo, you're bein' a bit dramatic. I was just askin' what you thought of yourself." He didn't find it rude in the slightest.
Her last words though?
"Frankly? Yup," answering her Mathias straightened up and just stated the words. Short, simple; it was quite curt if anything, "You seemed far stronger early, ya know? Now? I'm disappointed." Repeating the word she'd only used earlier he just brightened up, feeling a need to correct, "I don't think I was insultin' ya there."
"But mixed signals? Guess so!"
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Post by france on Oct 12, 2010 0:09:28 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME IN THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX "and here i thought we were friends," she said with a snort. maybe she wasn't as insulted as she had been before. after all, this was only denmark's natural attitude; shouldn't she have grown used to it by now? despite france's ideal reality -- where everyone conformed to her morals instead of the other way around -- she knew that perhaps it was just sensitivity getting in the way of a pleasant wendnesday afternoon with a good friend.
"oh, of course," josephine answered with tart amusement, offering him a smile -- one that said yes, of course, she graciously forgave his blatant obnoxiousness. "of course i appreciate the compliment to my early days. things are starting to slow down, you know; it's not as if i can just pick up again." but she wished she could. vietnam had once been hers, and great things could have come of that; allies could have been met, relations established, and france could have been returned to its former glory. she wanted, it of course. but not as badly as she wanted to avoid the bloodshed she'd encouraged and even relished in during the earlier years of her conquesting.
yes, josephine missed the days, the fine spangled uniform of blue and white and red, the glory and the tales; but she liked this life, too, the smoother one. things were building up and, when the time came, she would pick up a sword again and direct armies -- but until then, denmark better be fucking grateful he had her as she was.
"besides, even if i am being a bit dramatic, that's no need to go picking at old scars," she continued airily. "i can be dominating when i desire to be. alas, desiring to be smarter does not make it so." a wry smile dripped onto her lips. "but don't let me hurt your manly feelings. all one of them. i'll write you an apology by the end of the day."
and with that, and a swish of her skirts, she retired to the parlour room -- with or without denmark.
NOTES ! LOL i love mathias <3 TAGGED ! denmark ♥
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Post by denmark on Oct 12, 2010 18:50:17 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS, not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] "And we still are," it was a statement yet there was nothing noticeably forceful about in tone. Mathias just seemed confident in that fact. It wasn't as if France would let such a small thing effect her. At least, not in the long run. She'd deal. She was apparently complimented anyway and at that all he offered was the same grin, shrugging, "'Early days'? Gettin' a bit nostalgic there, France?" Shrugging, though, there was a faint nod of agreement. The dane was barely one to dwell on the past, though. So maybe he did like it when he, well, owned the whole of Scandinavia. Question is, though, who wouldn't?
"Well, 'course things are different," pausing to drink again he made a nonchalant, dismissive hand gesture, "Havin' an 'empire'? It's not, ya know." There was another pause as he summoned in his vocabulary a word to use, "Hip." Apparently using 70s lingo Mathias seemed only amused as he continued, "And now what's in style? Meaningful acronyms. PEACE 'n' EDEN?"
There was a snort from the blonde at that point. It was certainly light-hearted and joking, as per usual, but there was slight disapproval as well, "Sounds like alliances are turnin' into care bears. No country's really gonna get back to the way they used to be at this rate." The nonchalance didn't suit the topic once again but the Dane seemed like he would never approach international affairs with a serious light. Hell, he had wanted to stay neutral. He'd done it during the Cold War but apparently that wasn't possible now, "But, eh, maybe you or another country will dazzle me. Get back their former glory. Make havin' a massive empire sexy again."
Handwaving finally he just chuckled again, "They're certainly sensitive for old scars." Mathias wasn't intending to be rude. Just an observation, "Hah, so I'll have to wait for your desire?" Lauhing again he shrugged, "I suppose it doesn't? Who cares 'bout bein' smart though?" Well, clearly not him as he just looked surprised, "Don't worry, you're not hurtin' 'em, haha, I won't be needin' an apology. I'm just sorta intrigued how exactly havin' one manly feelin' works." She trotted off back into the parlour though, and left the Dane to his own devices. His was mildly surprised since, well, the first thing that crossed his mind at that point was fridgefridgefridgefridgefridge. Where the beer was. He hadn't even finished his first can but he instinctively made his way over, chuckling quietly to himself, as he went through her fridge with one goal.
"I'll get you a drink too," it was almost michevously he went about the rummaging, collecting two more beers and moving to carry them in his hands along with the one he hadn't quite finished himself, "You could use with a little more relaxin', ya know?" Kicking the fridge shut he followed after her.
"I'm still waitin' to know what I'm meant to do as a slave, though."
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Post by france on Oct 13, 2010 0:18:51 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME IN THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX the couch was remarkably comfortable, you know, after the strain of her damaging conversation with denmark. of course she would forget about this whole thing by the end of the day, or by the next day at the very least; but for the time being, she was pretty sure she'd have to graciously and wonderfully forgive him for his obnoxious behavior. with france, reminding her about the glory days -- marching into battle with magnifique armies under her control -- was like asking her how old she was. she was briefly tempted to throw a book at him and ask him where his manners had gone, but decided that because denmark was only one of her best friends, she would let it slide.
this time.
she regarded him mildly as he came through the doorway to the parlor, and patted the couch seat to indicate where he was supposed to sit. "oh, how kind of you, to offer to get me my own beer," she replied with a wry smile, though affection was back into her tone once more. "now sit, slave boy, and let me think on what to do with you." she set her tea on the coffee table beside the couch and then took the beer he offered, plucking it open with dainty fingers and taking a sip. "to be honest, i'm not quite sure what to do with a slave. i figured i'd just have you do my bidding when the time came. you know, tell me i'm pretty when i'm feeling down, the sort of thing every woman wants." josephine looked thoughtful, debating on what to do with him -- because she didn't have much experience with slaves, really. not all that much, anyway.
"oh, i don't know," she finally amended. "maybe you won't have to be my slave. maybe you'll just have to be my best friend all over again. that sounds much less complicated." her tone was airy and light, in the "oh, i can't be bothered to go into too much detail with this~" sort of way.
NOTES ! with all that sass i'm surprised mathias hasn't been like "btch plz" and ditched B| TAGGED ! denmark ♥
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Post by denmark on Oct 16, 2010 23:30:59 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS, not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] "Haha, I know," keeping his unopened can beneath his arm for him until he finished his first Mathias just continued grinning as ever, glad to see she'd gained at least a little bit of a fonder tone. The 'slave boy' term of endearment gained a short bark of laughter; looking incredulously down at her he just, well, shrugged, "I'm fine with where I'm standin', I'm sure you can make your decision with me upwards, Josie." Like he'd sit down for that. His decision was stated cheerfully, anyway, but as if he would do anything if it was asked like that. It wasn't a matter of rudeness.
There just wasn't enough force in it, ya know?
"Ya honest there? Thought slaves were meant to do all biddin' most 'a' the time," taking a sip in the break he just continued standing. He would have really liked to sit, though, but there was a rebellion to be made in standing. The suggestion got a another chuckle from him, "Make me to lie to you, Jo? It's immoral, I s'pose, but I can do it." It was like she had been begging for that reply. It was cheap and clichéd but he felt it his moral country to insert a little insensitive, bad humour into the situation.
"Best friend all over again?" repeating it with a degree of amusement he just looked at her, "What a terrible fate bestowed upon me, France," There was a joking tone in his voice as he didn't even true to sound vicious. He didn't mean it, after all, but once again it was something that seemed like it had to be said, "Go for it. Means I got free beers for nothin', I'm a fan?" Finishing one he glanced to her, wagging the empty can, "So where would I put this?" There wasn't a noticeable change in the way he spoke - the Dane wasn't anything close to drunk. It was only one beer though and drinkin' for over a thousand years really did things to one's tolerance.
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