[In the end he could care less about how jittery this conversation makes Netherlands (he's lying) and just keeps their gazes locked, watches to figure out just how well he's listening. And if Netherlands had stated that? That the garden lets him sleep better? He might give in and just let him do his own thing, though sleeping in trees is a bit much Netherlands.... Wouldn't be happy about it--but Russia knows enough about not being able to sleep that he wouldn't put up much of a fight. He'd just let Heather deal with it.
And...he's, rather sure Netherlands can see past him now. So he doesn't have to bother with saying anything else, yes, that's good.
He snorts, smiles a bit into the turn of his wrist in an effort not to laugh. Winds up wincing instead.] Yeah, well, she might of learned her lesson with that.
[No Russia it takes more bitching to scare away Heather...]
[The sleeping thing was forgotten in the face of feelings and what to do with them, and still is, though his jittery caution is abandoned when Russia just snorts and goes along with it. Or at least he feels less need to pick around his words and keep track of what his body's saying, even though perks up and his gaze goes a little sharper with the phrase learned her lesson.
He gives a little frown and raises a brow. Why, what'd you do, Russia? While it's not suspicious it is curious, and he knows the guy has an odd sense of humor but there's still protectiveness - over both, strangely - that he can't tamp down.]
[He holds his hands up in a gesture of good will, though really it means very little.]
Didn't do anything to her. [Yeah okay sincere moment over he's quirking a brow at that little frown and waiting for Netherlands to attempt to figure some weird meaning behind that sentence. But Russia figures there's at least a measure of protectiveness for Heather, and a bit for him too given that stare and well, the past few months. So he just tips his head to the side and shrugs.]
She was rude, I was rude back. [If you hadn't figured out he was a child by now, this should seal it.]
[Of course he tries to sniff out any loophole there, but it's more that it's in his nature to do so than actual suspicion. If something big had gone down he would've heard about it from - well, one of them - already. Probably. He's more worried about Heather just because between the two of them she'd lose unless she was armed and he wasn't, although if the latter was the case, well. Either way it doesn't matter now, it just sounds like they were brats to each other.
Kind of amusing to think about, actually, if he didn't feel kind of emotionally wiped already he'd be snorting over it and sniping something.]
That before or after the two of ya yapped about me.
[Which coming from most people would be a passive-agressive sort of jab, but with him it's not. Just an almost bored-sounding demand for the facts while he wonders how to bring up the actual issue, which isn't only sleeping in the Gardens from the sound of it.]
[They're the worst brats with each other, really. But for the time being, there's no threat of them trying to kill each other (and if he really wanted to, well.....) so Russia just shrugs and lets his lips turn up into a little smile. There's a little thoughtful hum, a flash of teeth as he nibbles his lip.]
A bit of both, really.
[It wasn't the first "talk" they'd had about him, after all. Nor would it be the last.]
[At that he does snort. It's a wonder they got anything done at all, and he's almost impressed, but better not encourage it. Again he glances over at the seat beside him, wonders if this'll be easier or harder to do while looking at each other (and that distance between, some part of his brain keeps seeing fit to remind him).]
[Rude, don't speak like they're children!!! (Spoilers: They are.) That said, the instant Netherlands says he's going to stay down in the gardens anyway, Russia tenses right on up. His arms cross in front of his chest, shoulders a tense line.]
Not safe. [That's his paranoia talking, because uh, this has been going on for how long and NEtherlands is still walking around?]
[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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And...he's, rather sure Netherlands can see past him now. So he doesn't have to bother with saying anything else, yes, that's good.
He snorts, smiles a bit into the turn of his wrist in an effort not to laugh. Winds up wincing instead.] Yeah, well, she might of learned her lesson with that.
[No Russia it takes more bitching to scare away Heather...]
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He gives a little frown and raises a brow. Why, what'd you do, Russia? While it's not suspicious it is curious, and he knows the guy has an odd sense of humor but there's still protectiveness - over both, strangely - that he can't tamp down.]
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Didn't do anything to her. [Yeah okay sincere moment over he's quirking a brow at that little frown and waiting for Netherlands to attempt to figure some weird meaning behind that sentence. But Russia figures there's at least a measure of protectiveness for Heather, and a bit for him too given that stare and well, the past few months. So he just tips his head to the side and shrugs.]
She was rude, I was rude back. [If you hadn't figured out he was a child by now, this should seal it.]
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Kind of amusing to think about, actually, if he didn't feel kind of emotionally wiped already he'd be snorting over it and sniping something.]
That before or after the two of ya yapped about me.
[Which coming from most people would be a passive-agressive sort of jab, but with him it's not. Just an almost bored-sounding demand for the facts while he wonders how to bring up the actual issue, which isn't only sleeping in the Gardens from the sound of it.]
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A bit of both, really.
[It wasn't the first "talk" they'd had about him, after all. Nor would it be the last.]
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Got it.
[Back, forth, back, forth. Indecision sure sucks.]
Still gonna sleep down there, though.
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Not safe. [That's his paranoia talking, because uh, this has been going on for how long and NEtherlands is still walking around?]
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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.