Olympiad

So this is how the boys have looked the past two weeks:

We decided to make a game of our own out of the 2008 Beijing Olympics.  We designated point values for medals won - 3 for gold, 2 for silver, and 1 for bronze - and at the end of the games, all the points would be added up, and the doll whose team wins gets a prize.

Which leads us to where we are today....

Tachi:  "I'm so excited!"

Antonio:  "What for?  There's no way you can win; look how low on the list Japan is."

Tachi:  "Italy isn't much better!"

Me:  "Guys, I hate to break it to you, but we already know who-"

Tachi:  "Shh!!  Don't say it!  Just add!  You never know, a miracle could happen!"

Me:  "Oohhh.... kay...."

Me:  "As expected...."

Tachi:  "もう・・・"  ;__;

Antonio:  "See?"

Tachi:  "Italy-!"

Antonio:  "-Let the others win, I'm sure."

Tachi:  "Sure."  -__-

Antonio:  "Don't blame us if Japan is poor."

Tachi:  "Japan isn't poor!"

Antonio:  "Oh, that's right.  Only you are."

Tachi:  "Say that again, I dare you!"

Antonio:  "You're poor."

Tachi:  "You're short!"

Antonio:  "You're scrawny."

Tachi:  "You're a dick!"

Günter:  "Knock it off, you two."

Tachi:  "Where are you going?"

Günter:  "Back to my room.  The game is over, we lost, and I really didn't need a 'prize' anyway."

Antonio:  "He has a point.  Prize?"  *snort*  "I can buy anything I want myself.  Since I'm not poor."

Tachi:  "Die."

Me:  "Eh heh."

Tachi:  "I wanted pants..."

Me:  ;__;

Me:  "Well, you won."

Brishen:  "Oh."

Me:  "What's that?"  =3

Brishen:  "It's........................ nothing."

Me:  "........ B?"

Brishen:  ::turns away::  "It............................."

Me:  "....  Go on."

Brishen:  "It was...... meaningful.  .....  To me."

Me:  "....... Eh?"

Brishen:  "............  It's nothing."

Me:  "Tell me!"

Brishen:  ".......  During the closing ceremonies..... .....  China.... turned the games over to Great Britain.."

Me:  "Well... yeah.  The Olympics will be in London next time.  Was that the meaningful to you part?"

Brishen:  "Yes..."

Brishen:  "My wife............................ she was Chinese."

Me:  "Oh..."

Brishen:  "I suppose I should be over it by now."

Me:  "No no no!  It's a part of who you are.  It will always be... a part of B."  =3

Brishen:  "Hm....."

Me:  "Well hey, let's go pick out your prize, ok?  And maybe we can go over to Née-chan's place tomorrow."

Brishen:  "Cillian............"

Brishen:  "Please."

Getting him to talk is like pulling teeth, I swear to gods.... .-_-

And thanks for looking.  .^^