[Ditching work in favor of a personal day had been a fabulous idea in Poland's opinion. There was always work that needed to be done when one was a nation. Even if he had managed to finish everything expected of him today a new stack of paperwork would just be waiting in it's place for him tomorrow. Booooring.
Getting a manicure, exfoliating his pores and giving his pet pony a blueberry facial seemed like a way better use of his time. Besides, if he was going to have to do twice the amount of work tomorrow, he definitely deserved today off to relax! It was only fair, his boss would totally understand. Probably.
But... somewhere between putting cucumber slices over his eyes and taking them off something weird happened. The vision of birds and the odd woman rambling on about magic was definitely not normal. Also he was suddenly no longer in his house and there were strangers everywhere was totally worrisome. That and he was out in public in his pink fluffy bathrobe with matching slippers and green gunk all over his face.
Shying away from anyone who might be getting too close for comfort, Poland fumbles through the pockets of his robe looking for the tube his mud mask had come out of.]
Oh my god, like, what the heck is the active ingredient in this stuff, kompot?
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Getting a manicure, exfoliating his pores and giving his pet pony a blueberry facial seemed like a way better use of his time. Besides, if he was going to have to do twice the amount of work tomorrow, he definitely deserved today off to relax! It was only fair, his boss would totally understand. Probably.
But... somewhere between putting cucumber slices over his eyes and taking them off something weird happened. The vision of birds and the odd woman rambling on about magic was definitely not normal. Also he was suddenly no longer in his house and there were strangers everywhere was totally worrisome. That and he was out in public in his pink fluffy bathrobe with matching slippers and green gunk all over his face.
Shying away from anyone who might be getting too close for comfort, Poland fumbles through the pockets of his robe looking for the tube his mud mask had come out of.]
Oh my god, like, what the heck is the active ingredient in this stuff, kompot?