The UN's Files Of Countries

Log #578

TW: Language

UNSC - Gerald, UN - John, LON - Gabriel, IMF - Sandra, ITU - Louie, UNODC - Falco, World Bank Group (WBG) - Dave, CSTD - Yvette, UPU - Walter,

UN's voice came through again.

"Log #578. I'm waiting for Kuwait and some others right now. It's so hot damn it. Cimmeria... I don't know what to do...I want some coffee..."

*knock knock*

"Come in."

A new joyous voice came through. One I had heard before. 

"Oh Johnny~ You wanna go eat some brunch with me and the oth- ack!"

What I think was a book went flying and hit something- or someone.

"Jeez Johnny. What was that for?"

"Get. Out."

"Whew look at this room. It's day now. C'mon open the curtains. Let's get's some fresh air!"

There was a rustle of fabric and creaking of hinges as UN's voice came again loud and clear.

"I will push you out of the window."

"Uh uh uh. Not very appropriate for a 'peace' organisation."

"Go kill yourself."

"hmp- hmp- hahhahahaHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Oh shut up!" UN slammed his hand on his desk or at least I think it is his desk?

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"So... have you been sleeping. Or are you going for that flushed, disheveled, heavy eyed look. I mean you kind of pull it off and look cute."

The sound of another book flying came through.

"Why are you here, United Nations Security Council?"

"Using my council's full name huh? I already told you, to invite you to eat brunch with me, Kurtis, Claudia and some others."

"I'm waiting for people so I'll pass."

"Alright."

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Typing noise broke the silence for a brief moment.

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"Why are you still here Gerald?"

"Because you hate all-nighters and so this must be important and as the security council I should probably be here."

"I would've told you if I needed you."

"But you did."

"No I didn't."

"Read it."

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"Then why did you try to invite me to 'brunch'?"

"I wanted to see how bad it's been. You know I'm never late or not present when called."

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"Don't touch me, Gerald."