[But, yeah. Even as he cocks an eyebrow and sinks into the couch he sees the way Russia gets worked up, and that damned protective streak wants it gone. Even though he really... really... doesn't want to stay in his room. Too many ghosts. Literally. He can feel them watching him, still, and it's wonderful and awful and creepy as hell.
Either way it keeps him up, so he looks at the couch again, then like he's looking through the wall. Debates.]
[Don't you raise your eyebrows at him, mister!!! It's not like he's being unreasonably paranoid and demanding----oh wait. Nevermind.
That said, Russia's on the edge of fidgeting, a frown settling on his lips as Netherlands explains further. Sort of. And as soon as Netherlands looks away, looks back and goes off woolgathering (again), Russia's huffing and curling in closer on himself, at the edge of his bed and looking as if he just wants to stride across and settle next to Netherlands and never let him leave again.
He pauses, rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm. Sighs.]
I see. [He's...not going to look at Netherlands for a long moment, and when he does, it's to stare him down, look over and see how that's effecting him.] Don't like it either way.
[While he might not huff like he wants to (and he wants to) he does frown and fix an unamused stare right back. There's nothing terrible about sleeping in the Gardens, except that apparently two people he's close to can't stand it when he does it. That, and he isn't taking Lodewijk with him just in case which really sucks. But if Russia's that worked up about it then fine.]
Would ya rather I sleep here, or what.
[It's half a challenge and half an offer, because the stare stays level but he starts drumming his fingers up his arm while he waits on the counter to that.]
[He's not about to have a hissy fit---but Russia is rather obviously displeased, and considering it is Russia of all people...Well, he's about to argue back when that offer? challenge? whatever it is hits him and he's left floundering for a handful of seconds.
And then he's scowling and looking away and back, unsure and needing to keep Netherlands in sight and--he offers a short shrug.]
You practically live here anyway. [It's murmured, unsure, not entirely truthful and they both know it, but--he nods.] Could make Lodewijk a place too, y'know.
[And he finally just flat out fidgets, gaze slanting off to the side and back, as if he can't look away for very long for whatever reason.] Unless that was a joke--?
[The entire time Russia's flustering through what to say he keeps doing exactly what he was doing, level stare, drumming his fingers, all that, just because to change it up might make the guy even more flustered. Not that he knows that's why he does it, but whatever. In fact he stays that way, other than a tilt of his head at the mention of a place for Lodewijk, right up Russia asks if it was a joke - then both brows shoot down, confused, and then way up because seriously what the fuck.]
Was that a joke. 'Cause it sucked.
[With that he sighs and leans his head back to glance up at the sunflowers, wonders if Lodewijk would try to eat them. That... wouldn't go over well.]
[He huffs, most certainly doesn't pout and fidgets where he is. Which is to say---yeah he got even more flustered. It's not your fault Netherlands, it really isn't!! He's just a loser.]
Wasn't a joke. [Yeah no now he's uncomfortable and trying not to puff out his cheeks like a petulant child. DON'T MOCK HIM NETHERLANDS!!! Who's he kidding, this is normal. So Russia glances about and taps fingers against his arm, frowns a bit in thought.]
Would he listen or should I move 'em? [He doesn't doubt Netherlands though, so--have a curious look. He invited you over so he'll accommodate. He can be polite, sometimes.]
[Part of him wants to poke at that and see how far he can go with it, and he lowers his gaze back and watches, curious and maybe with a hint of a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. It's kind of funny and for some reason a little surprising how frazzled the guy is over this. But in the end he'd rather discuss two of his favorite things to discuss put together - plans are great, Lodewijk is great, and making plans about Lodewijk is even better. What fills the heart flows out of the mouth, all that shit.]
He'll listen. Unless one of us pisses 'im off. [Which probably won't happen, so he moves on.] Got his own bed, but.
[Hey man, he may play at the emotionless bastard---but Russia's incredibly huffy when it comes to feelings and things. In the end he's relieved that Netherlands doesn't try to drag things out and make him even more flustered (at some point he goes cherry red and frazzled, a stutter he'd beaten back when he was a child slipping up on occasion). And besides, Lodewijk is a great distraction he's pleased.]
Mm, alright then. [tugs ends of his hair in thought.] Anything I'd need to get or can you take care of all of that?
[Russia being considerate??? The world might be ending.]
[Still, Rus, it ain't like he's moving in you giant goof.
Which is probably what makes him raise both eyebrows, surprised all over again, but he tips his head to the side in thought and chews at his lip. The opportunity to have more things, huh. Though Russia said need and not want and for crashing over the night there's nothing he can think of.]
Don't think so. [But it's hard for him to drop the subject that easily.] Like - what.
That said, Russia looks a bit confused at that surprised look, because he hadn't thought he'd said anything weird enough to prompt it. Not when compared with the rest of this conversation, after all. So he shrugs and crosses his legs, folded hands finding a place at his knees.]
Don't know, [And here he hits Netherlands with another searching look, nibbles at his lip idly.] just thought I should ask.
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S'fine.
[But, yeah. Even as he cocks an eyebrow and sinks into the couch he sees the way Russia gets worked up, and that damned protective streak wants it gone. Even though he really... really... doesn't want to stay in his room. Too many ghosts. Literally. He can feel them watching him, still, and it's wonderful and awful and creepy as hell.
Either way it keeps him up, so he looks at the couch again, then like he's looking through the wall. Debates.]
Sleep like shit in my room. Right now.
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That said, Russia's on the edge of fidgeting, a frown settling on his lips as Netherlands explains further. Sort of. And as soon as Netherlands looks away, looks back and goes off woolgathering (again), Russia's huffing and curling in closer on himself, at the edge of his bed and looking as if he just wants to stride across and settle next to Netherlands and never let him leave again.
He pauses, rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm. Sighs.]
I see. [He's...not going to look at Netherlands for a long moment, and when he does, it's to stare him down, look over and see how that's effecting him.] Don't like it either way.
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Would ya rather I sleep here, or what.
[It's half a challenge and half an offer, because the stare stays level but he starts drumming his fingers up his arm while he waits on the counter to that.]
god these losers
And then he's scowling and looking away and back, unsure and needing to keep Netherlands in sight and--he offers a short shrug.]
You practically live here anyway. [It's murmured, unsure, not entirely truthful and they both know it, but--he nods.] Could make Lodewijk a place too, y'know.
[And he finally just flat out fidgets, gaze slanting off to the side and back, as if he can't look away for very long for whatever reason.] Unless that was a joke--?
so dumb
Was that a joke. 'Cause it sucked.
[With that he sighs and leans his head back to glance up at the sunflowers, wonders if Lodewijk would try to eat them. That... wouldn't go over well.]
Hafta tell him not to touch those.
boys pls. just hug it out.
Wasn't a joke. [Yeah no now he's uncomfortable and trying not to puff out his cheeks like a petulant child. DON'T MOCK HIM NETHERLANDS!!! Who's he kidding, this is normal. So Russia glances about and taps fingers against his arm, frowns a bit in thought.]
Would he listen or should I move 'em? [He doesn't doubt Netherlands though, so--have a curious look. He invited you over so he'll accommodate. He can be polite, sometimes.]
but they'd never stop fff
He'll listen. Unless one of us pisses 'im off. [Which probably won't happen, so he moves on.] Got his own bed, but.
[Shrug. Fucker'll sleep anywhere, bed or no bed.]
shit you're right
Mm, alright then. [tugs ends of his hair in thought.] Anything I'd need to get or can you take care of all of that?
[Russia being considerate??? The world might be ending.]
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Which is probably what makes him raise both eyebrows, surprised all over again, but he tips his head to the side in thought and chews at his lip. The opportunity to have more things, huh. Though Russia said need and not want and for crashing over the night there's nothing he can think of.]
Don't think so. [But it's hard for him to drop the subject that easily.] Like - what.
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That said, Russia looks a bit confused at that surprised look, because he hadn't thought he'd said anything weird enough to prompt it. Not when compared with the rest of this conversation, after all. So he shrugs and crosses his legs, folded hands finding a place at his knees.]
Don't know, [And here he hits Netherlands with another searching look, nibbles at his lip idly.] just thought I should ask.