reckless_eagle: (I have so had it up to here!)
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Okay, like, you know what? Screw all this stuff about being losers or jocks or whatever! It's like, the people running around like they own the place, getting off on putting people down or whatever? They're the real losers, and if they think I'm gonna pretend they're half the hot shit they think they are, they've so got another thing coming!

[This, I believe, would be the other losers' cue to try and save him from his own big mouth, or the jocks' cue to visit on him the violence (apparently) due to a scrawny, mouthy little thing who doesn't always speak English or dress according to gender norms. Poland might be a loser, for this event, but he's never a quitter.]
reckless_eagle: (What do you mean married?!)
[Okay. Okay, so Dave has pretty much been... just sort of not noticing or ignoring his attention so far, he guesses? Which is lame, but he has another plan up his flower-covered, voluminous sleeve!]

So, like, I've been thinking! [Off to a good start, not looking too nervous yet...]

Okay, so last time I was here, I went, like, two years without any kind of boss, right, and it was super weird! And I'm totally an elective monarchy now--well, Liet and I are, but I think I still outvote him?--which means I basically get to pick whoever I want to rule, so, like... [Aaaaaand now comes the flustering! He stammers a couple of times, then finally manages to spit it out, blushing furiously.]

I-I totally want Dave to be my king!
reckless_eagle: (I'm not a part of your system)
[Coming out into the hallway, Poland catches sight of the messages his mirror has been leaving him. His eyes scan over them briefly, and then he calmly goes into his room again. A few moments later, he's back, with a quill and inkwell in hand. He goes to the mirror that's being written on at that moment, sets the ink and quill down next to it, straightens up...]

[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]

[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:

[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]

[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]

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