discedo | Twenty-Eighth Night 〰 [Video]

[Tatsumi is sitting outside, ruined buildings behind him, but mostly sky. Probobly on a rooftop somewhere. Anyway, he's got a friend with him. His mochi double, which is odd since they usually hate one another.

But for now he is petting it's head and "ears" before yawning a bit dramatically.]

You guys just going to sit back and watch your puni friends get slaughtered?

[He swings the device around to show a Mochi VS Puni battle happening below. The Puni's are out numbered.]

It almost seems like you're all afraid to stand up and fight.

I guess there isn't anything left to do but drive those punis out!

[The camera is turned back around now, Tatsumi!Mochi is on his shoulder.]

Isn't that right?

[The Mochi gives out a happy "Ya!" before Tatsumi strokes it's belly-like area with a curled finger.]

It's too bad how some of you guys don't have a side to be proud of. If I were you, I'd give it all I got. Like a big showdown.

[The Mochi begins to bounce with excitement "Ya! Ya!! Ya!!!"]

See?

You really shouldn't let them down.

[Tatsumi's smile turns into a very dark grin right before the feed is turned off.]

((OOC: Tatsumi is trying to rile people up to fight. Because watching everyone go at it is really amusing... and he might even get a little action himself, if he gets too bored. And you really don't want that.))

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Tell that to Amérique.

[ Did that thing just... ]

So it is a living rice ball? Qu'est-ce que c'est interessant. I suppose as long as you are fine with it, there is no reason to be alarmed. [ Besides, he's far too lazy to actually be scared. ]

Peut-être. I think Japon made one once, a while ago. [ With a flutter of his eyelashes: ] Do you think so? It would be hard to put this gorgeous golden hair on a little ball of rice, would it not?

No thanks. His level of insanity is something I prefer to enjoy from a distance.

[Only true until his chip is removed, that is.]

Ya! They talk too. Or, well, make sounds. [The little Mochi promptly say "Ya!" happily.] I don't mind them at all. I admit, I've been around worse company before.

Not without difficulty, but I imagine a mochi equivalent of you would look most gorgeous among it's kind.

You are very lucky indeed that you are not a country. We are not afforded such luxury.

[ Aw nah, he doesn't hate America that much. He's just a pain in the ass. He's got no idea these two have somewhat of a history, nor does he really... care very much. ]

Mon Sartre. [ A hand over his mouth. His food is talking to him. ] But if it is talking, how can you.... how can you eat it? That seems so terrible!

[ Oooh Tatsumi you charmer. Francis' lips tug into a wry little smirk. ] You flatter me, and you will find flattery will get you everywhere, mon cher. Perhaps when you are done playing with your food, you will come and play with me. [ A wink.

What war? There's a war going on? ]

[Tatsumi doesn't hate America at all. In fact, LOVES toying with him. But, it's not like Tatsumi would let on to that so soon.]

I could eat it... but I'll save my taste buds for something more pleasant.

[he smirks an leans in]

Like you.

[Oh, how torn he feels. It helps that his Mochi is also interested in France... but for other reasons.]

After dinner, then?

[He sends a wink back]

[ Oh oh. The Frenchman smiles back at the other, leering a bit himself. Saucy little flirtations with someone he's yet to meet may just be one of Francis' favourite things. Or just flirting in general. Especially when the other party is so aggressively flirting back. Yes indeed, he'll try to convince this man to become a French citizen someday.

Today, if he asks Tatsumi to reside in him for a while, getting his French visa is prooooobably not what France is talking abut. ]

Ouais, bien sûr. I would be happy to spend the night with you, if you were not aaa... so busy with your friend. [ He'd motion to the mochi if he was in person, but he can't really, so hopefully Tatsumi just figures out that's implied. ]

[Tatsumi and his Mochi look-a-like glance at one another. There seems to be some connection there. Unspoken conversation in their eyes. This is a war, but no one ever said one couldn't find pleasure among all the battles.]

We won't be busy for much longer.

But you'll have to help me with directions. You see, I've never traveled to France before, and I wouldn't want to get lost.

[He smirks once again.]

Twenty-Eighth Night 〰 [Video]

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