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Characters: You & Arthur![ it was a hot day, very hot. being by the lake made it possibly a bit cooler but that wasn't what made Arthur feel ill, if anything it was that bloody sun.
Format: Action or prose.
This log is: open
Location: At the lake
Summary: Arthur chilling but feeling sick from the sun.
Warnings: Hm, language possibly? Will edit this if something goes on!
luckily there was a tree beside the lake, frequently the man would splash his face with water and lean back against the tree, staying calm in the shade. ]
Damn...
[ arthur groaned, his eyes felt like they were burning ]
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Imagining? Are you saying that you're not a demon?
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Are you saying you see those too?
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You're not a demon? Then I obviously have you confused for someone else.
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( Tell everyone he's a demon? Try to make more enemies for Spain with rumors and lies? )
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[ he seriously doesn't understand this, the Antonio he knew took PRIDE in being a demon
now he seemed offended ]
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For the last time! I am not a demon, England.
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That's not my name! My name is Arthur... and I'm a vampire!
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two
one
laughter. )
Sí, and I am a saint.
( this is sarcasm. )
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[ it was easy to prove, he opened his mouth to show the fangs ]
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( Not looking at England's mouth right now but rather just. At England. Who is acting very strange. )
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Look!
1/2
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How many times did I have to explain this to get it through to you? My name isn't England.
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( Except he is. Kind of. )
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Well, maybe I could say that I am England. Will you believe me then? I'm not a vampire either.
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( No, Spain, no. )
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Yes indeed, you're correct.
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( Smiling too! Wait, why are we smiling. . . Spain knows why he's smiling but why is England. . . )
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[ he's laughing, slowly staggering over towards spain and resting a hand on his shoulder ]
Are you expecting a prize?
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( Warning, Spain, warning. )
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[ he's opening his mouth now and slowly leaning in against spain's neck, his lips just barely touching the skin ]
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punching him in the face. )
Did you-- were you-- you were going to eat me?!
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