[Unlike most of times, Norway doesn't push Denmark away, but keeps him close with an arm around his hips, casual but intimate.]
Sort of. [He glances back at the car, then shifts a bit, hinting of impatience.] Yer ready, right? Lets go. [He doesn't make a point of it, but nudges the hem of Denmark's shirt. It's getting chillier. Norway is wearing an ugly gray sweater. Always prepared for the weather, right?]
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Sort of. [He glances back at the car, then shifts a bit, hinting of impatience.] Yer ready, right? Lets go. [He doesn't make a point of it, but nudges the hem of Denmark's shirt. It's getting chillier. Norway is wearing an ugly gray sweater. Always prepared for the weather, right?]