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[rule_britannia]

I can't take this anymore. I can't.

First it's raining, then it's blazing sunshine, then it's raining again. It's like the weather's gone on a bloody bender.

At least I haven't been bitten to hell. The insects just love William and Phineas at the moment. It's keeping them distracted while I do some last-minute packing.

Heh heh.

Comments

[rule_britannia]

Oh, Jesus.

Usually it decides to stay one way or the other for more than a day at a time.

[mo_cara]

WoAh. It'S aLwAyS dOiNg SoMeThInG nEw WhErE i LiVe, It'S kInDa NiCe.
AiN't NeVeR kNoWiNg WhAt To ExPeCt.

[rule_britannia]

Where is it that you live?

[mo_cara]

PeNcLaWdD!

[And Wales is even more notorious than England for its rainy summers, especially by the sea.]

[rule_britannia]

That explains a lot.

[He knows this very well indeed]

[mo_cara]

oH, mAn, DoEs It? HoW cOmE?

[rule_britannia]

The stereotype of the Welsh really plays out in you.

Not that I ever particularly minded the Welsh.

[mo_cara]

HuH?

[The only Welsh stereotypes that comes to mind for Gamzee is that all Welsh are labour-voting Methodists, or that they all can sing. Oh, the sheep shagging thing. Gamzee hopes Alfred doesn't think he has sex with sheep.]

nOtHiNg AgAiNsT tHeM wOoLy BrOs, BuT tHaT aIn'T mY kInDa DeAl.

[rule_britannia]

[There's a small blot of ink on the page, the only indication that Arthur just burst out laughing]

Bloody hell, Gamz. Trust your mind to go to the sheep first. That isn't what I mean.

The Welsh have a good reputation for being decent people.

[mo_cara]

[ .... nope. Never heard that stereotype, at least not from the English. Huh.]

I tHoUgHt EvErYoNe JuSt KnEw We LiKe To GeT oUr VoCaL hArMoNy On.

[rule_britannia]

That certainly isn't a secret.

[mo_cara]

AnD wE dIdN't UsEd To Be CrAp At RuGbY!

[rule_britannia]

Hah!

You're a bloody hoot, do you know that?

[mo_cara]

nAh, BrO, i'M a HoNk.
HONK!
SeE?

[rule_britannia]

Ah, of course.

How foolish of me.

I do apologise.

[mo_cara]

It'S cOoL, nO wOrRiEs.
I aIn'T gOt NoThInG aGaInSt ThEm WiSe, BiG pEePeReD mOtHeRfUcKeRs!

[rule_britannia]

[What appears next looks like something that's attempting to be a word, but it's far too wobbly to be made out - Arthur's shaking too much with suppressed laughter to write properly. After a moment, he strikes a line through it and starts writing legibly again]

Sorry. Bloody hell. I can't laugh too loud or Will and Phin will hear.

[mo_cara]

AiN't YoU aLlOwEd To GeT yOuR mIrTh On, BrO?

[rule_britannia]

Not in the middle of the night, I'm not.

You know what they're like with me.

[mo_cara]

NiGhT tImE cAn Be ThE bEsT tImE fOr LaUgHiNg!
It Is ThE mIrAcLe MeDiCiNe, Yo.

[rule_britannia]

Not worth it for a cuff around the ears, brother.

Oh, blimey, I really have been talking to you for too long.

[mo_cara]

oH, yOu GoT tO bE gEtTiNg YoUr LeAvE oN?

[rule_britannia]

No.

I'm picking up your speech habits.

[mo_cara]

[Relief! He doesn't want to stop chatting with Arhtur. ... though, that's kind of sweet and makes him feel a little squirmy for some reason.]

tHeY aIn'T sUcH bAd HaBiTs To Be HaViNg!
;o)

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur can be sweet..! When he's not being a jerk, and he doesn't tend to be a jerk to people he likes. Unless they deserve it. Sometimes when they don't.

And unless it's Alfred]

You're a bad habit all on your own, Gamz.