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That’s it. That’s the most he has to offer here. Though, clutching onto a beer bottle and red in the face from all the excitable yelling, was you really expecting too much from him?

Rin brought up the bottle of beer and chugs it ❝AUSTRALIA EVEN GOT 5TH PLACE! WOOO GO AUSTRALIA AND SWEDEN~!❞ 

“They did so well! Everyone did well this year!”

“That’s the spirit, Rin! Congratulations to Australia’s first go, I hope they make it next year..!” She bobs her head, patting his shoulder and retreats to the smallest of their bunch , Titus. “We really did, dear, and congratulations,” she presses a kiss to the blond’s cheek. 

“Did we really do well, being third from last?”

“Still at least you weren’t in last, however if you want to drown the loss I’ll pay for this one, I’m in a good mood” the Italian is gripping his cup full of laughter, “Italy did well this year I’m proud!”

“That’s true, but when you teach a bunch of brats all day and have lost to on of the ‘big five’ it’s almost inevitable to be teased about that. I don’t really want be dealing with 12 year olds taking the piss because ‘France lost to the UK!’” It was really too much for Levi to handle. At least he had the whole of Sunday to recover from the hangover he would surely have. 

Sophie hops on the coach, her olden flask in hand. “And we beaten the Frenchmen!” The woman opened it and chugged down. “Cheers!” 

“Just because you beat us by one point doesn’t meant that you’re better than us. Besides you came four from last, that’s not even on the left side of the score board.” Levi didn’t want to deal with the damn UK right now, let alone the woman across from him.

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“You… who were you to my mother?” “Hah… idiot… Just her… big brother…” “Then why… did you leave me back then?” “I… was… unfit… to be a parent.”

“He started it.”

“Well I’m ending it. I swear can’t you both act your ages?”

❝I’m innocent.. and he never acts his age.❞

“I am literally a 35 year old man, Shitstain. If I can’t pick and choose the battles that I know for certain I can win by now, I wouldn’t be here.” He says this, conveniently forgetting the time he was literally beaten to a pulp in the middle of the street. How convenient. 

He stepped aside, knowing how bad it was to insult Joseph’s face. ❝I don’t think it was a good idea to insult his face…❞ Least with Jotaro, it’s nearly impossible to set him off when it comes to appearance.

“Wait, what was that you just said?” Joseph’s expression had changed within seconds, shifting from thoroughly amused to completely pissed off in a matter of seconds. “You wanna repeat that? Maybe my hearing is off, but I think I just heard you say shit about my face just now. You lookin’ for a fight there, squirt?”

“You’re face is a piece of work, nothing is gonna change that. You agree with me right?” He turned to the moodier of the two men. 

❝You’re the one making a big deal about it. We did nothin’ wrong.❞

“Yeah, we didn’t do anythin’. You can be a tree too, y’know… One of them little ones. What’re they called again? Bonslys?”

“I’m pretty sure its called a bonsai, not a bonsly. Did you even go to school brat?” Of course, this piece of shit would pick the smallest tree possible. “At least I can be styled into something pretty, there isn’t much we can do about your face...”