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A Mari Usque Ad Mare
Bonjour.I am Matthew, the new Dominion of Canada. One day I'll span the continent, from sea to seaMagic Anon Status: [None] ((Independent Roleplay Blog for 1867 confederation!Canada))Heavily Historically GroundedStatus: Currently staying in a modern day New York apartment with Arthur
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[Sits in a tree and does some carving why not.]
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[He made a statue from large stones because he was bored look at him he's artistic]
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[He's doing something he hasn't done in forever, sitting on a rock and carving a piece of wood, tongue sticking out a little in concentration not to cut himself.]
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i've come on here as per my schedule of once in a blue moon because i need to touch up some info /o/
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[And now that he got them all out he'll just hold them out to Arthur because take them he doesn't want them :c]
Comment vas-tu?
[What can he say, he deemed it prudent.]
No problem.
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[Oh he wasn't expecting him to carry them around in his pockets but okay]
Merci!
[He'll just start to pick out all the green ones to give to Arthur]
[It’s okay, you end up taller than Arthur (barely but still) so shh]
Uh-
[Let him pat his pockets down because yeah he actually carries some on him most days]
Here y’ go. [It’s a smaller pack but there you are, kid.]
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[He's not little at all he's just growing :c]
... [Shrugs] Rien.
As-tu des rainbow snails?
[He’s kinda little, look at him, he’s a bab]
Yeah, ‘sup?
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[He's not little :c]
[Hair ruffles are nice though okay]
Salut.
[Oh hey little man]
[Immediate hair ruffles for you, what’s up]
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What did you want that is not important.
What was what.
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But what was it--
…’s not really important, nah.
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[Tilts his head to the side, confused.]
Did you want something?
's okay.
[…]
Hey, what if- uh.
[…]
[No wait never mind, he mumbled that anyway so]
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I am okay. [He's speaking between mouthfuls of Skittles so it's probably just a little bit muffled.]
Sorry-- I forget that you do not understand French.
…Et toi.
[Yeah he got about maybe 40% of that]
—slow down, kid, ‘m English.
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[He's a big boy see :c]
[........]
[Cocks his head to the side.]
Et toi, not et vous. Parce que je suis plus jeune que vous, voyez? Donc je utilise les mots plus formal.
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[You’re growing up, he’s so proud]
'm whatever. [The usual]
...Et vous? [Look he reMEMBERED A THING even if it’s too formal and his pronunciation is shit]
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[Well he definitely knows not to come and see Arthur when he has something like a gunshot wound or something as serious as that.]
[Glances up at him, shrugging and taking a moment to eat more Skittles before he closes the bag to keep them for later. See he has some self control when it comes to sweets :c]
...Salut. Comment allez-vous?
[Tiny bumps and scrapes aren’t concerning- he’s a kid, he’d be more surprised if he didn’t skin his knee every once in a while or fall in mud or something.]
[Slooooowly turns so he’s watching him, resting his chin on his crossed arms, which are in turn supported by the armrest.]
…Hey.
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[There might be a tiiiiny scratch underneath his left eye, but it's mostly healed by then anyway (he heals pretty fast it's only a day or so old) but otherwise he's pretty okay.]
[Rolls his eyes in an amused/affectionate sort of way shut up]
[And glances over at him (subtly); quick scan to check if he’s got any visible injuries or anything he should be concerned about because he’s a mother hen shut up]
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[Silently takes the bag okay, and pats the top of Arthur's head as a thank you before he sits down on the floor, legs crossed, to eat the Skittles quietly.]
[Silently lifts the now green-Skittle-less pouch so he can reach it from behind him. He won’t (often) outwardly express that he gives a shit, but it’s kind of obvious from his actions that he cares. #English]
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...
[Trots after him, hooking his hands into his sleeve when he catches up.]
A little, peut-être. Something like what?
[He’ll tuck his hands into his pockets, as usual]
Yeah. [As usual, he assumes he’ll follow]
You hungry or anythin’? For somethin’ that’s not rainbow snails or whatever, I mean.
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