Post by Scotland on Aug 10, 2013 9:51:25 GMT -5
America didn't respond to him at all, not even to whine or laugh him off like usual. Now that was a possible cause for concern. Normally the boy would have shot back something like "I do what I want."
He caught the look Czech gave him that dripped with all sorts of poisons, but he was used to that look. He got them all the time from his brother. He also cared the same amount. No one could do worse to him that his own family hadn't done already. He pulled down a lower eyelid with his pointer and middle fingers in a V formation.
At that point America was whimping and crying with Czech acting all motherly over him. Now that was just shameful. Crying front of a woman. Women had enough emotions to deal with to bear the additional burden of a man's. Sure, some women seemed to like having men act like small children, but it was still shameful in Scotland's eyes. Czech was apparently one of those women.
Then again Scotland often forgot how young America really was, which was easy to do, considering his appearance and power. By Scotland's standards, America was still a child. Still shameful, though. America played with the adults, so he should act like an adult.
Czech chased off Egypt from using a needle or something, and Scotland had to wonder how many needles had approached the boy recently. With Egypt running off, the redhead fully entered room while rubbing at the stubble on his chin. Too lazy to shave today.
America was kicking up a fuss again and Scotland was starting to move forward to help get the young fool back up on the bed when Egypt magically arrived by her side. The sound of the door opening again made him look, then assume a less than impressed face. Oh boy. England had arrived to make everything better.
Watching the blonde move forward and kneel in front of America like paying respect to a royal, Scotland made a little sound of annoyance and threw his hands up in exasperation. He turned and walked back out the door, rubbing the hair on the back of his head for self-comfort. Let the others play nursemaid. He didn't have time for any of that. Scotland didn't have a bedside manner. Probably the only way he could help anyone would be to kill more zombies.
[Business has claimed me once again. Ducking back out for a bit.]
He caught the look Czech gave him that dripped with all sorts of poisons, but he was used to that look. He got them all the time from his brother. He also cared the same amount. No one could do worse to him that his own family hadn't done already. He pulled down a lower eyelid with his pointer and middle fingers in a V formation.
At that point America was whimping and crying with Czech acting all motherly over him. Now that was just shameful. Crying front of a woman. Women had enough emotions to deal with to bear the additional burden of a man's. Sure, some women seemed to like having men act like small children, but it was still shameful in Scotland's eyes. Czech was apparently one of those women.
Then again Scotland often forgot how young America really was, which was easy to do, considering his appearance and power. By Scotland's standards, America was still a child. Still shameful, though. America played with the adults, so he should act like an adult.
Czech chased off Egypt from using a needle or something, and Scotland had to wonder how many needles had approached the boy recently. With Egypt running off, the redhead fully entered room while rubbing at the stubble on his chin. Too lazy to shave today.
America was kicking up a fuss again and Scotland was starting to move forward to help get the young fool back up on the bed when Egypt magically arrived by her side. The sound of the door opening again made him look, then assume a less than impressed face. Oh boy. England had arrived to make everything better.
Watching the blonde move forward and kneel in front of America like paying respect to a royal, Scotland made a little sound of annoyance and threw his hands up in exasperation. He turned and walked back out the door, rubbing the hair on the back of his head for self-comfort. Let the others play nursemaid. He didn't have time for any of that. Scotland didn't have a bedside manner. Probably the only way he could help anyone would be to kill more zombies.
[Business has claimed me once again. Ducking back out for a bit.]