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.

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[pasodoble]

( Spain would be pretty content to leave the subject hanging as it is but that does trigger something, )

You were popular this week, weren't you?

[balzams]

[He freezes up and averts his gaze to the size]

I-I suppose... But it's probably for all the wrong reasons.

[pasodoble]

No, no, that's good! Congratulations! ( . . . ) At this rate, you'll be immune next week. Wouldn't that be great?

[balzams]

... Considering that the only reason I was popular was probably because I nearly threw a tantrum in there I don't think so.

Immunity seems to be reserved for the people who help most with the case, if anything I made things worse. So I really don't think it's something I deserve.

[pasodoble]

It wasn't you. ( Wow and now Spain is kind of mad because he's remembering the trial, oops. ) It was Kanaya.

If she hadn't said anything, things would have been different.

[balzams]

Even so...

If I'd kept my cool and thought about things, if I'd tried to be productive to the trial things might have turned out differently.

I had suspected Annie earlier, I wish more than anything that I hadn't changed my mind.