Locked to Murder Nations

[pasodoble]

( Sunday afternoon, after the incentives and lists have gone up, the nations meet.

The bed is unfixed and there are some clothes hanging around which gives it a cluttered appearance but otherwise, Spain's room in Emerald Wing doesn't appear to be in bad shape.

Closing the door behind them, he'll rush around the sitting area, tossing the clothes onto the bed and into the cabinet carelessly. He'll also leave the liquor cabinet open with several glasses on top. From the looks of it, he's been using it himself.

It only takes a few seconds for him to make his last minute preparations and then he cuts straight to the point. )

We need to work together.

Comments

[balzams]

There are sofas in the parlor. You can sleep there if you'd like. I read in there sometimes so I can look out for you.

Mm... but I think you're right. Everyone's so paranoid about everything [Himself included] that there's no real way to act innocent.

[pasodoble]

Oh, I've fallen asleep in the library a few times. ( It wasn't a bad siesta until Lydia died. ) But even I'm hesitant to sleep in an easily accessible room.

( . . . )

But I guess someone could break down my door and kill me in my bed too! ( L... a u g h... ing... Danger? I laugh at the face of danger. Ahahaha! Okay, no, seriously, Spain will just shrug his shoulders at this realization. ) I'll worry about where I sleep after I wake up...

( Someone is in pretty good spirits and he tries to share it so have an encouraging smile, Latvia, )

In my opinion, all we can do is our very best. Do our best to stay out of trouble and do our best to get out of it when it comes.

[balzams]

[Latvia really doesn't know what to make of Spain's attitude but at the very least it makes the atmosphere in the room a little lighter]

I guess you're right. It's very difficult to predetermine these things.