totallygay | Sixth Skull 〰 [Audio]

[ All the wiggling. All of it. And I don't know how the romance keeps happening BUT IT DOES.

His breath hitches a little when Nantucket is suddenly enveloped, but he laughs again and wiggles away a bit once Tatsumi pulls back. ]

Oh. [ Suddenly his eyes widen a bit and his tone changes. ] Oh! Tatsumi!

I haven't told ya my other name yet, have I?

[Tatsumi was planning to nuzzle you America but now his curiosity has been poked. He shakes his head.]

You have more then one name?

Yeah! Nations've got two names: their actual country names which tells everyone what we are, like how I'm the United States of America, and a human name. Kinda a personal thing. We all seem to be kinda split on the significance of it, I guess because of different cultures or whatever, but we all seem to have one!

[ He grins, thumbing at the dog tags around his neck. ]

Mine's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones!

[Tatsumi puts a few fingers on America's hand, the one jingling the dog tags. The sound bothers him a small bit but instead of bringing that up, he continues the conversation with a smile]

Alfred F. Jones. What is the 'F' for? ["Fuckyea?"]

So, uh... do I call you Alfred around everyone else or all the time or... what?

[ At least he stops messing with the tag when the hand lands on his own, but not because he realizes the sound bothers Tatsumi. Like. How would he even figure that out on his own. He winks. ]

It's a secret! [ Pretty much. Either that or Fitzgerald. HE AND KENNEDY WERE BROS. ]

Whatever you want! I'm both America and Alfred, but uh... I'd like it if you called me Alfred when we're together. Like this. But really, I just wanted you to know.

[Ah, good sound has stopped and he can relax again, despite the weight on his lap. He pets America's hand with his own, rather then pull them away.]

Like my last name. [He winks back but then nuzzles close, kissing the nations ear lobe]

Alfred...

[ Awww too cute. America shivers, sighing happily and nuzzling back.

LOOK HOW PRODUCTIVE MY TAGS ARE. ]

Edited 2011-02-15 22:37 (UTC)

[never would have guessed they were concerned about Tatsumi killing people a few tags back, would you?]

I admit, it is more personal than America, but I like both names.

[He'll have to try and say it the next time they have sex or something. Yep. Oh, look, another kiss and roaming hands.]

Did you have enough to eat?

[ America gets distracted easily, what can I say. ]

You should! They're both awesome names!

[ That would make him happy yes. Kissing back-- but man if you expected to go anywhere when you're tempting him with food, you've got another thing coming. ]

I could go for more! What did you have in mind?

[Tatsumi runs a hand through that blond hair but then stops. he is a bit surprised the other wants MORE food. he wasn't trying to tempt America with food, rather then lead the conversation into something else. Epic Fail, apparently.]

Uh, I could cook you something else?

What do you have that I can work with?

[ A lesson Tatsumi will soon learn: never ask America about his food intake, because the answer will always be that he didn't have enough. Fucking black hole stomach. ]

Everything! Well, no, not everything, but I've got a microwave and an electric oven and there's this really high-tech stove that I'm pretty sure is electric something and I've been stockpiling food and I've got some left over from Edgeworth's supply!

[ Rolling off Tatsumi's lap and tugging him in the direction of the kitchen.

It's really not all that special. It's just a glass-ceramic stovetop, but hey, it's the 60s, he's used to gas EVERYTHING. As for food... canned everything under the goddamn sun, boxes of "JUST ADD WATER" sort of things, and meat in the freezer.

I bet you anything he also has a ton of shit with Japanese labels that he has NO IDEA what they are. Coconut sugar, clam sauce, Arm & Hammer, and dish detergent are among the things you might find among his food supply. And whatever the hell other strange things the Japanese have idk. ]

[yes, it is already turning over 100 time sin his mind, like "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?"]

Ya?

[He lets himself be pulled into the kitchen, not that he has much choice with the chip in, but he smiles and looks at all the canned and instant foods. His eyes widen as he starts to pull stuff out]

Whoa! This is a lot of stuff, Ameri- ah- er- Alfred!

[Tatsumi will teach himself in time, but for now he begins to pull things out to make the nation another meal.]

No one works harder than me when it comes to food! Having lots of food is my specialty.

[ He doesn't take notice to the fumbling over his name; he's cool with either, after all. America will at least help with the cooking. He starts grabbing implements from... all over. Everywhere. No wonder Tatsumi ends up cleaning the place. ]

You in the mood for anything in particular?

[ Look how considerate he is, actually asking for others' opinions. IT'S HOW HE SHOWS HE CARES. ]

You're letting me pick? [Ok. Brain spinning. Tatsumi wasn't planning on this at all and he has no idea. He glances around before looking back at America]

Uh, I don't really know...

What are you most comfortable cooking?

BURGERS!

[ As if that wasn't the answer. ]

I've been craving Cajun for a while, but there's virtually no seafood around here.

Do you have stuff to make burgers? What do you like on them?

You know, I kinda been craving mashed potatoes. Do you have any instant stuff?

[e starts looking around. Holy hell this is a mess. No matter where his yellow eyes dart to there is just... stuff and not what he is looking for. He finds some mac n cheese but before he says anything he looks back at America.]

Wait. You can cook Cajun stuff?

I have meat patties! And bagels in the fridge, which are close enough to patties! And yeah, the instant stuff's under there.

[ He points to some random cupboard. Meanwhile, he's crawling under the sink for... something. Oh, THERE'S where he left the spatula! Wow. As he's crawling out, he grins at Tatsumi. His voice takes on a Southern drawl. Welcome to the wonderful world of America's varied and fluctuating accents ~~that I sadly attempt to phonetically type out.~~ ]

Louisiana's mine, ain't it? Gimme some crawfish, bell peppers, onion, celery, an' spices, an' I can make a pretty mean gumbo.

[Oh boy. Tatsumi opens up one and looks around, eventually finding it in another. He pulls it out but stops and stares at America once more. This is starting to become a normal thing, isn't it?]

...

[He laughs at the accent, coming over to ruffle that hair once more]

Ha ha! Say something else like that. That was really cute.

[Do it again! Do it again!!]

[ Yes. Yes it is. And when he stand, he grins and puffs his chest out proudly. Watch as I bastardize American accents everywhere. ]

Whatcha want me ta say? Gotta thing fer my Southern ways?

[ He winks, switching over again. ]

Notin' wrong with tha North eithah! Whadda 'bout this one? You evah been ta Boston? I could take yah theah!

[ Again. ]

Or maybe New Yawk's more yo style?

[ Again. This time, with a smirk. Behold the worst accent of them all. ]

Ahhh, but dat's not da one you were askin' about! Yous a Cajun man, non? Mon cher got'n ear fer da French roots wit da Southahn charm!

[I love you for that tag. lmao.

Tatsumi is just enjoying the show, snickering and hair wiggling going on, not to mention he is ready to clap his hands in applause, despite hardly understanding that last one.]

How do you keep doing that? I-I can't pick now! You got so many!

[ sob. the Boston one is fun so let's try that again. ]

It's a regional thing! Mosta tha time I don' even notice it. I head ovah ta one'a my states an' peoples're all talkin' tha same way, an' I staht slippin' inta whatevah they'ah talkin' like. It jus' kinda happens naturally!

[ He shrugs, then settles back into his normal "Midwest" accent. ]

But most of my people talk like this, so I guess this is kinda like my "default" way of speaking.

[Actually, I do this very same thing when I'm around different people. I pick up their accent and it takes a little before it goes away. It's hilarious!!]

I like that last one, but they're all pretty cool. It's like... a talent or something...

... I can best understand you when you talk normally, though.

The only time I think I pick up any accents is when I'm listening and singing along to music, ya!

[He sets the mashed potatoes down and goes to find something else]

[ Haha same, except mine ends up somewhere between that region and Maryland. Or should I say MURRLAND. ]

Den I'll jus' 'ave ta save dis fer special occasions!

[ Instead of finishing cooking, America sits on the counter. He is the most helpful. ]

Let's hear your accents! Can ya imitate mine?

Edited 2011-02-16 07:26 (UTC)

[MURRLEND. BALLIMORE. 'NNAPOLIS. WARSHINGTON. WE GOT IT MADE!

Tatsumi tries to find something to cook things IN. He smiles, shrugging and giving it a go.

EXCEPT I SUCK WITH ACCENTS. OMFG.]

It's easier with music but I guess I don' have ta hear anythin' fancy tunes to try an' get talkin' like ya.

[He laughs, mostly at himself because wow wtf did he just do?]

[ I hold onto whatever tatters of dignity I have that I don't say "warsh."

America laughs along because WOW TATSUMI was that like a guy with a Japanese accent trying to pull off a Southern American accent? I believe it was. ]

Good try!

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