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[unionjackoff]

[there is a pause that has been recorded, unintentionally, followed by the sound of someone clearing his throat]

Uh. Hullo. This is Arthur Kirkland. Please leave a message. Or text. Or whatever...

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[redcinemareel]

[She nods, giving him a wry smile.]

I'm sure you may be better with public relations than I am. [Even though her PR skills got her the homecoming crown twice. But that may have been because her competition wasn't that strong.]

First, you'll need to get some rest.

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[unionjackoff]

[England can be nice when he wants to, when it benefits him, so he'll agree that his PR skills were probably better. he did have a lot of practice, and skills as a tactician]

Right. [still some mild slurring, but he doesn't look like he's going to fall over anymore] I think. I can get back to my place.

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[redcinemareel]

[She can't help but give England a curious look with an eyebrow raise.] By yourself? Are you sure?

[Being by himself is how they got here in the first place...]

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[unionjackoff]

[he sees that look, and hears it in Grell's tone. she doesn't want him to be alone, which is probably for the best.

but England is feeling so humiliated! he brings a hand up to rub his forehead] Yes, I'm sure. I will be fine. I'm going to go right to sleep as soon as I get back to my flat.

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[redcinemareel]

[She does stare at him, not entirely wanting him to go home alone, but didn't want baby him, either.]

You'll let me know when you've arrived? [Finding out he was home wouldn't be difficult, yet that wouldn't be very kind. If he found out, anyway.]

[Action]

[unionjackoff]

Yes, I can do that. If you want, I can keep texting you until I'm there.

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

I guess that is adequate.

[It really isn't, but she'll take it for now.]

Don't dawdle, and be safe, then.

[A short pause.]

Don't talk to strangers!

[Action]

[unionjackoff]

[it's been a long time since someone's talked to him like that... like a mother. this is what he gets for drinking. he only has himself to blame!

still humiliated, England wanders away, bringing up a hand in a wave. though he looks more like a sulking dog with its tail between its legs]