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The usual bullshit, Skwisgaar was fine, just kept overnight for observation, blah blah blah, Ofdensen's heard it all before. Not like he was leaving, he had to figure out what to do now that Toki and Skiwsgaar got in a fight.

Particularly in light of rumors from house elves that varied from 'they try to kill each other' to 'they fuck each other'. Either was highly believable, really. No matter, Ofdensen wasn't going to ask. If they wanted him to know, they would.

He turned to the tall blond headed stranger. "Thank you...Sweden, was it?" The blond nodded. "Ah yes, I was wondering when I'd meet you."

Sweden raised an eyebrow. "Y'know 'bout me?"

"I met Austria."

Sweden nodded. He looked at Skwisgaar's sleeping body with concern.

"He'll be fine. Look, don't...don't take this out on Toki. He's got...issues. He took them out on Skwisgaar this time, but they do care for each other in their own way."

Sweden lifted a hand to stop Ofdensen. "N't m'place. N'rway w'd be mad at me."

"I see. Thank you."

Sweden nodded one last time before leaving. Ofdensen sat down to keep an eye on Skwisgaar, just in case one of the others showed.

[[OOC: AGGGGH! *hates socking*

Er, since this seems to be a Metalocalypse royale, be sure to specify just who you want a thread with, ja? Thank you.]]