Al rolled his eyes, deciding not to get angry with anyone today. Hopefully, anyway. "Hey, don't get s***ty with me." he said, sitting down.
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Al raised an eyebrow at that. "Did you just ask me to dig my own grave and let myself be killed by that 'hoser eh,' ?" he asked, laughing at that last part.
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Al sat back, not being one to like water sports though, and stared at the sky. "Whatever," he replied and mumbled 'weirdo' quietly.
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Al rolled his eyes. "I ein't a dumba*s so shut up."
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Al rolled his eyes again. "If you weren't so weak and fragile, I would."
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Alfred blinked and looked at her "I dunno, you kinda look it but then again it's usually the skinny girls that kick my a*s."
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Alfred narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. "I have you know I've been with many women," he lied.
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He waved his hand in dismissal. "How can Matt get with more people than me?"
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Alfred snickered, knowing damn well his brother wasn't a gentleman. "Matt? A gentleman? Oh please."
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IC: Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that that sh*tty Canadian is better than me?"
OOC: I don't really rp Al like that...
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Track I guess.
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((I'd like to take being England out of the thing, I stopped rping as England quite awhile ago-))
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Canada kept his curious violet eyes fixed on her. There were many questions he wanted to ask. Who was she? He vaguely recognised her but couldn't put a name to her. Why was she sleeping? Matthew's guess was that she was bored as well. What was she dreaming about? Was she even dreaming? He wanted to ask her those questions.
((Oh my gosh, sorry.))
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Matthew looked away from her when she saw him looking, shaking his hair to hide his face, not wanting to be seen blushing. It was bad enough that he was caught looking at her.
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Matthew flicked through the paper in front of him until he found a few blank pieces of paper. He picked up his pen and wrote "Sorry!" on the corner of it and tore it off. After checking no one was looking at him he pushed it over to the girl.
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Name: Alfred F Jones
Gender: Male
Halloween costume:
Crush if any: Not that I can think of.
Other: Prisoner America ftw. -
Nah, I'm awesome. I'm the awesomest.
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Myself, obviously.
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Name: Dafydd Llewellyn
Age: 24
Height): 5'10"
Representative of : Wales (Don't you dare ask if it's a real country asdfghjkl ;-;)
Background:Both outgoing and short tempered, Dafydd can be fun to be around unless he has a hangover or is angry for whatever reason. He has a nice voice and can play the piano and triple harp (correct me if I’m wrong.)He likes sheep and coal simply because he gains a lot of money off of the two things though unfortunately the sheep seem to have caused him to develop a range of nicknames from other nations one of them being ‘Sheep shagger’ which his brothers call him as a tease though he prefers to ignore it. He likes sheep as much as any other livestock. Livestock earns him money.
When at things like the Olympics, he’s apart of team GB, being under the Union flag but at things like the Six Nations or Commonwealth Games, he uses his own flag and has his own team.
Dafydd is also not that active on the world stage, having been asked quite a few times who he is and where Wales is.
Looks: He has light brown, shaggy hair, similar to the length of his younger brother though his own is loner. He has dark brown eyes and thin red lips. His face is a round pale face with freckles on his rosy-when-hot cheeks and average nose. His eyebrows are thicker than average but thinner than England’s, his own being similar to New Zealand. When he hasn’t shaved for a days, Wales gets noticeable stubble.
He has a strong build from his coal mining days and also some of the farm work and wears a long sleeved white shirt with white buttons and a black tie, a black jacket over it, black trousers and as simple belt and then brown or black boots with white socks when he attends more formal things such as meetings or visiting a country for business.
Casually, Dafydd wears a white t-shirt and jeans and also wears a black coat when he’s outside with whatever socks he can find and either wellies or trainers. He’ll also wear a hoodie and black joggings around his house.
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