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[longwhitecloud]

A. phone

Hey, everyone! Would anyone be up for a game of rugby? ...Cricket works too, if you're not man enough for the big brother of American football.

[Yes, baiting people with their pride here. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and there seem to be no sports offered at the school that NZ would be really interested in.]

B. action

[NZ has a job now and is selling hot dogs. If you are standing around somewhere or sitting down for a rest, you will be approached by a friendly smiling brunet teenager.]

Good morning, dear madam/sir! Would you like a hot dog?

C. action

[There is a sheep trying to eat your jacket/hat/important paper for the school/whatever else comes to mind. The owner is nowhere to be seen.]

Comments

[koyo]

I'm going to have to make all of them all over again. . . ( Mumbling, he sighs and begins to pet the sheep. He's frustrated but he can't exactly be too mad right now because the poor thing must have been hungry to eat all of his flowers. He looks up when New Zealand arrives. )

Is this yours?

[longwhitecloud]

Sheep, you should stop just eating everything.

[The brunet steps forward, grabs the side of the sheep and pushes it over sideways, then looks up at Spain with a smile and nods.] She's pretty, isn't she?

[koyo]

Mhmm, she is. . . but I'm afraid she's hungry right now.

[longwhitecloud]

I guess she is still wary of this place and doesn't trust the grass.

[The nation will crouch down next to the animal and start to rip out some grass and offer it to the sheep, trying to urge it to eat.]

[koyo]

That would make se-- Is something wrong with the grass?

[longwhitecloud]

I don't think so.

[While feeding the sheep.]

I tried some of it.

[koyo]

Ah, that's good. I wouldn't want to find out I've been poisoning Toro-- wait, I mean, I would like to know if I was so I could stop.

[longwhitecloud]

Toro?

[koyo]

Toro! My best friend.

[longwhitecloud]

What kind of animal is he?

[koyo]

A bull, of course.

[longwhitecloud]

We should introduce him and sheep.

[Yes, NZ comes up with the most creative names for pets. Pray that the brunet and Finland never meet.]