wanders by and... wonders why the old man is knitting. owo;

drank coffee. And now he's hyper, knitting madly.

.... watches him, chewing on a piece of bread.

knitting in an amazing speed, while watching football and waiting for the codfish to be ready.

he needs to get laid. It's amazing how life was so much... calmer after sex. -u-

doesn't need sex, he's perfectly fine. And knitting.

>.>"

knows that Germany and Denmark have plenty of porn laying around. He can get them for Portugal if he needed it.

doesn't need porn from either of them. Germany's probably filled with whips, leather and this creepy shit, and Denmark's... well, if the_

chicks are not Swede-blond with Ukraine's tits and Norwegian accent, he'll shoot himself.

what's wrong with big tits. OAO

... shrugs, they just creep him.

they're good for pillows.

coughs. Still, he doesn't want porn - especially not from Denmark. He keeps knitting madly.

realizes that his cat is going for the yarn. >A>;;

frowns at the cat, shooing it away. "Brasil, se isso for teu, pá..." he mutters. (Brazil, if that's yours, eh.)

inches closer, trying to grab for his cat. He didn't want the frustrated old man to stab King Kitty with a knitting needle. ;u;

not a frustrated old man! D8

his fish is burning!

sure it's not, he sniffs the air and concludes there's still a while to go, so he keeps knitting.

the knitting looks pretty pretty