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[Backdated to the day after the event - A]
[When he wakes up in bed next to the drone wife, who wraps her arms around him and gives him a kiss good morning as if he hadn't left her locked in the room for a week and people hadn't been murdering each other in the street . . . he was a little surprised.
Netherlands has been the type to expect and prepare for the worst, after all. He'd definitely wondered if he'd open his eyes again after passing out from his injuries outside the pharmacy; he'd never died as a human before. He'd prefer not to do it again.
After nudging the drone wife away, Netherlands goes to the door. . . only to find it still locked; he'd never unlocked it to let the drone wife out, focusing more on keeping himself and Hilda safe.
Verdomme. [There's some pounding on the door, and some calling for help.]
Hallo? I need somebody to open the door . . . !
[If It's a matter of how long he can stand to be locked in a room with the drone wife, it isn't long; she's still creepy as ever. His other option is the second floor window.]
[A few days later]
[Phone to Spain]
Spanje; Did you know Italië Romano was here? But he's a she. [Maybe he's behind the times. . . .]
[Phone to Everybody]
The next person who damages my house or yard in any way is going to get buried in the backyard.
Nobody will hear you when you ask for help.
[B]
[He's, not surprisingly, gardening when he gets a package delivered; it relieved quite a bit of the stress he was still feeling. Sitting on the lawn, he opens the paper envelope and a piece of blue and white fabric slides out into his lap. ]
Hmm.
[He wraps it around his neck; nevermind that he's wearing shorts and a polo and it doesn't match at all. After giving the scarf a bit of a nuzzle (nobody saw that, go away), he sighs. It smelled like home.]
[When he wakes up in bed next to the drone wife, who wraps her arms around him and gives him a kiss good morning as if he hadn't left her locked in the room for a week and people hadn't been murdering each other in the street . . . he was a little surprised.
Netherlands has been the type to expect and prepare for the worst, after all. He'd definitely wondered if he'd open his eyes again after passing out from his injuries outside the pharmacy; he'd never died as a human before. He'd prefer not to do it again.
After nudging the drone wife away, Netherlands goes to the door. . . only to find it still locked; he'd never unlocked it to let the drone wife out, focusing more on keeping himself and Hilda safe.
Verdomme. [There's some pounding on the door, and some calling for help.]
Hallo? I need somebody to open the door . . . !
[If It's a matter of how long he can stand to be locked in a room with the drone wife, it isn't long; she's still creepy as ever. His other option is the second floor window.]
[A few days later]
[Phone to Spain]
Spanje; Did you know Italië Romano was here? But he's a she. [Maybe he's behind the times. . . .]
[Phone to Everybody]
The next person who damages my house or yard in any way is going to get buried in the backyard.
Nobody will hear you when you ask for help.
[B]
[He's, not surprisingly, gardening when he gets a package delivered; it relieved quite a bit of the stress he was still feeling. Sitting on the lawn, he opens the paper envelope and a piece of blue and white fabric slides out into his lap. ]
Hmm.
[He wraps it around his neck; nevermind that he's wearing shorts and a polo and it doesn't match at all. After giving the scarf a bit of a nuzzle (nobody saw that, go away), he sighs. It smelled like home.]
