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  • (Ulqi)
    *sighs*
    ... Sorry. I'll leave you alone if you want.
    *gets up again, heading for the door*
    (Ulqi)
    *slowly walks in, sitting at the edge of the bed*
    ... Hey. Are you... Are you alright?
    (Ulqi)
    Huh? Oh, her? Umm...
    *looks at her feet*
    It's nothing. ... Don't worry about it.
    *follows Frostagin*
    (Ulqi)
    *frowns slightly at Sealand, turning back to Frosty*
    ... I don't really have a say in this. It's your choice if you think you can handle it.
    (Ulqi)
    *has turned away at this point, looking off in the distance*
    ... Frosty...
    *looks back at her*
    Did... you want to go back after this, or stay? I can tell Marik to leave if you want.
    (Ulqi)
    ;~;
    *runs after Frosty, gently taking the book from Sealand*
    Frosty, you know how I feel about killing people... Meep...
    (Ulqi)
    ... Oh. Umm... H-Hang on, let me get my phone first; I left it inside.
    *runs out of the blimp and back into Canada's house, grabbing her phone from the table*
    *is about to run out again, but stops for a moment, looking over her shoulder at Canada*
    Um... Sorry. Frosty and I have to go now. ... Bye.
    *runs back out, boarding the blimp*
    Alrighty, England, you say? We need to go, then.

    *blimp flies off*
    (Ulqi)
    *hears Frostagin, glancing over at the door, but turns back to Marik*
    Look, I already know about that thiefshipping thing you do; don't make me tell Florence you're a crossdresser as well.

    (Marik)
    You wouldn't dare. You wouldn't *EFF*ing—

    (Ulqi)
    Perhaps not. Preferably not, but if you stay out of my closet, I'll consider keeping it a secret.
    *turns on her heel, walking out again*
    Now run along, Marik-chan, we can talk later. I've got business to mess with.

    (Marik)
    *curses her under his breath, but walks out of her room*

    (Ulqi)
    *looks around a bit to see Frostagin, and blinks*
    Something wrong?
    (Ulqi)
    *after finding Marik in her room and going through all her stuff and giving him a fair bit of shouting, sighs, running a hand through her hair*
    Not even going to ask how looking for your jacket led you to my drawers, but whatever.
    *glances at him, her hands planted on her hips*
    Rule one of my room: closet's off limits, including the drawer inside it.
    Rule two of my room: ...
    *blushes, sighing again*
    No cross-dressing. And for God's sake, Marik, that includes undergarments as well. That's a given.

    (Marik)
    D:>
    But what about my shirt? It was in here for some reason!
    (Ulqi)
    *slams her phone on the table and storms out, cursing under her breath as she stomps over to the blimp*
    That boy... I swear...
    (Ulqi)
    *nods*
    And he's... A tad bit off... But I've been friends with him for a while, so—
    *phone rings again, and sighs*
    *answers it*
    What is it, Ma— ... Um, no. That-That isn't the right one, Marik.
    *eyes widen a fraction as she blushes slightly*
    I swear, Marik Ishtar, if you even touch that, I will kick your ass right off of that blimp!
    (Ulqi)
    Well...
    *iPhone starts ringing*
    *blinks, answering it*
    Hel—... Your what? Wait, what are you—
    ... Oh, that? It's... I think it's in... Well, you know, it might be in my closet somewhere... It would stand out, anyway. I don't wear pink, Marik.
    Yeah, you do that.
    *stuffs it back in her back pocket*
    ... Sorry about that. Marik-chan lost his... pink leather jacket... ;~;
    (Ulqi)
    *blink blink*
    Do you think they want to become part of France, or just their own country? Regardless, it would be hard to become a country now, I expect...
    (Ulqi)
    Well...
    *blinks at Kumajirou before looking back at Canada*
    At least he's not here now, right? ^~^"
    (Ulqi)
    *doesn't look up*
    ... And he is a bit odd... A bit. Not too terribly much to make me shun him badly or anything.
    (Ulqi)
    Ooooh. That explains a bit.
    ... You two... differ a lot, though. Personality-wise, at least.
    (Ulqi)
    *looks from Canada, to America, and back again a few times*
    ... You two... kind of look alike. Except... I think Matthew's hair is a bit lighter. And you're quieter, which is good, too. ^~^
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