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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

...

I need a drink.

Comments

sob seriously, Spain is FILLED TO THE BRIM with english tourists, half of whom streak on the beaches

[quixotical]

...Inglaterra, you really got drunk that time, didn't you. I guess that's why you were naked in the first place...

sob I know. But this is fun :V

[rule_britannia]

That still begs the question as to why, of all the beaches, you happened to be the one I was on.

[He won't deny being drunk, at least...]

Is there something you're not telling me?

[quixotical]

I didn't plan to be in the same city you were in, really! I really wanted to go back north once I noticed you were there again. Really gross to see you there.

[rule_britannia]

No, no, of course you didn't... I completely believe you.

[Not]