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[ex_finnish_604]

[A certain Finland is in the park, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree and making very meticulous small stitches in a fluffy material. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's trying very hard to be careful, yet there are bandages covering at least three of his fingers. The box of Band-Aids beside the bit of cotton and cloth scraps at his side seem to indicate that he's having the slightest bit of trouble.

He flinches as he pricks his finger with the needle once again, letting out a small cry in the process.]

Hemmetti!

Comments

[windmill.livejournal.com]

No.

[survived]

Then what am I supposed to do?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Don't make things my sister'd make?

[survived]

Maybe I should ask her instead.

[Do you sense his subtle irateness?]

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[yes. does he care? no. BE A MAN.] Don't you hate being called a wife?

[survived]

[SHUT UP.]

He's been calling me that for over a millennium! I can't change his mind now!

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Well, you're just encouraging it.

[survived]

I'm a boy. I don't wear dresses or do anything girly.

[That last part may barely squeak by without being called a lie.]

[windmill.livejournal.com]

You're making a quilt.

[survived]

I don't see anything wrong with making one.

[windmill.livejournal.com]

It's what women do. [THIS CONVERSATION WILL LOOP FOREVER.]

[survived]

Well would you want a quilt if someone made it for you?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Depends on who it's from.