Third Person: Something was simmering on the stove. His house was quiet, but the dullness of the house brought to it its own sense of life, he thought. As the Lithuanian sat at his new dining room table, there was a certain sort of comfort that came over him as well as that nervous twinge in the bottom of his stomach that never really seemed to go away or to settle no matter how much he tried to force it to.
On one hand, this place allowed for a lot of freedom. On the other, it wasn't familiar. Not that he hadn't been thrown into situations of unfamiliarity before, no, that wasn't anything new. At least, though, those places and people and terrors were on the same planet. Was this place on earth? It seemed Earthly enough. But he did know an alien, so possibilities were endless. Either way, this wasn't home. He couldn't even feel his home or his people or anything that even resembled familiar. It didn't even feel like America, despite how obvious it appeared to be. He knew how America felt and this wasn't it.
Lithuania had made himself a pot of tea, staring absent-minded into the bottom of the mug he was pouring his drink into. There was still that comfort he felt, being safe, being secure. He wasn't exactly sure, yet, that it was completely safe and of course his guard was rarely completely down. There was always something that would crop up to make him twitch, to make him squirm, and just uncomfortable in general. It wasn't until the dark tea spilled onto the table that he noticed how he was trembling. He had to set his shiny silver kettle down and run a hand through his hair to even begin to calm himself.
Maybe the illusion of being a little safe was just something he wanted, not something he actually had.
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First Person: Linking like a boss.
Third Person: Something was simmering on the stove. His house was quiet, but the dullness of the house brought to it its own sense of life, he thought. As the Lithuanian sat at his new dining room table, there was a certain sort of comfort that came over him as well as that nervous twinge in the bottom of his stomach that never really seemed to go away or to settle no matter how much he tried to force it to.
On one hand, this place allowed for a lot of freedom. On the other, it wasn't familiar. Not that he hadn't been thrown into situations of unfamiliarity before, no, that wasn't anything new. At least, though, those places and people and terrors were on the same planet. Was this place on earth? It seemed Earthly enough. But he did know an alien, so possibilities were endless. Either way, this wasn't home. He couldn't even feel his home or his people or anything that even resembled familiar. It didn't even feel like America, despite how obvious it appeared to be. He knew how America felt and this wasn't it.
Lithuania had made himself a pot of tea, staring absent-minded into the bottom of the mug he was pouring his drink into. There was still that comfort he felt, being safe, being secure. He wasn't exactly sure, yet, that it was completely safe and of course his guard was rarely completely down. There was always something that would crop up to make him twitch, to make him squirm, and just uncomfortable in general. It wasn't until the dark tea spilled onto the table that he noticed how he was trembling. He had to set his shiny silver kettle down and run a hand through his hair to even begin to calm himself.
Maybe the illusion of being a little safe was just something he wanted, not something he actually had.
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Housing Request?: Rock me sexy randomizer.
Did you read the rules?: Yes~