The act, process, or result of fixing, fixating, or becoming fixated: as
a: a persistent concentration of libidinal energies upon objects characteristic of psychosexual stages of development preceding the genital stage
b: stereotyped behavior (as in response to frustration)
c: an obsessive or unhealthy preoccupation or attachment
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Denmark has always been a man of many talents.
He can consume alcohol at the speed of light, for example, and he’s pretty sure no one can bust heads like he does. He can build things (much better than Sweden) and he can blow through crossword puzzles faster than Prussia can download internet porn. He can keep a tight budget, take care of his people, and fold the perfect paper airplane.
He also has this trick he’s pretty proud of.
He usually breaks it out at parties when everyone is too drunk to remember that they’ve seen it a million times, waving over their attention and standing on a chair so that they can all see him do it. He uses whatever is handy; usually a banana or something similarly shaped, and makes a show of cramming it into his mouth, holding onto the end with two fingers, taking a bow when they all “ooh” and “aah”. (Which they do, it’s just usually sounds like unrelated conversation or someone yelling for more beer.)
He can’t remember ever having a gag reflex, which certainly puts that whole “choking on a potato” theory to rest in his opinion. It occasionally makes getting sick annoying, but for the most part, it’s done him nothing but good, garnering him tasteful golf claps at public gatherings and a lot of free bananas.
It also works well with his second biggest talent: having not an ounce of shame in his entire body.
Maybe it’s because he sucked his thumb until he was a teenager or maybe because Ancient Scandinavia dropped a shield on his head during a trade run when he was a baby, but he’s always had a weird compulsion to have something in his mouth. Gum, cigarettes, bottle caps, pens, he always needs something to be there, otherwise he just feels awkward and naked, like something’s missing. Half the time, he isn’t even aware of his absent chewing or sucking until he’s hacking up bits of plastic or someone is making a disgusted comment about him biting his nails and he has to sit on his hands to keep from nibbling away at his fingers. It doesn’t help either that he was graced with luscious, sensitive lips. Putting stuff in his mouth just happens to feel good, no matter how often someone smacks his wrist when he makes a grab for a government branded pen.
Which isn’t to say that the others disapprove of his habit. Quite the opposite, really.
As it turns out, it boils down quite simply:
No gag reflex + inherent need for something in his mouth + desperate attention whore = Denmark being very, very popular.
Not that they don’t also love him for his charming good looks and dazzling personality.
Loose 1/7
Definition of FIXATION:
The act, process, or result of fixing, fixating, or becoming fixated: as
a: a persistent concentration of libidinal energies upon objects characteristic of psychosexual stages of development preceding the genital stage
b: stereotyped behavior (as in response to frustration)
c: an obsessive or unhealthy preoccupation or attachment
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Denmark has always been a man of many talents.
He can consume alcohol at the speed of light, for example, and he’s pretty sure no one can bust heads like he does. He can build things (much better than Sweden) and he can blow through crossword puzzles faster than Prussia can download internet porn. He can keep a tight budget, take care of his people, and fold the perfect paper airplane.
He also has this trick he’s pretty proud of.
He usually breaks it out at parties when everyone is too drunk to remember that they’ve seen it a million times, waving over their attention and standing on a chair so that they can all see him do it. He uses whatever is handy; usually a banana or something similarly shaped, and makes a show of cramming it into his mouth, holding onto the end with two fingers, taking a bow when they all “ooh” and “aah”. (Which they do, it’s just usually sounds like unrelated conversation or someone yelling for more beer.)
He can’t remember ever having a gag reflex, which certainly puts that whole “choking on a potato” theory to rest in his opinion. It occasionally makes getting sick annoying, but for the most part, it’s done him nothing but good, garnering him tasteful golf claps at public gatherings and a lot of free bananas.
It also works well with his second biggest talent: having not an ounce of shame in his entire body.
Maybe it’s because he sucked his thumb until he was a teenager or maybe because Ancient Scandinavia dropped a shield on his head during a trade run when he was a baby, but he’s always had a weird compulsion to have something in his mouth. Gum, cigarettes, bottle caps, pens, he always needs something to be there, otherwise he just feels awkward and naked, like something’s missing. Half the time, he isn’t even aware of his absent chewing or sucking until he’s hacking up bits of plastic or someone is making a disgusted comment about him biting his nails and he has to sit on his hands to keep from nibbling away at his fingers. It doesn’t help either that he was graced with luscious, sensitive lips. Putting stuff in his mouth just happens to feel good, no matter how often someone smacks his wrist when he makes a grab for a government branded pen.
Which isn’t to say that the others disapprove of his habit. Quite the opposite, really.
As it turns out, it boils down quite simply:
No gag reflex + inherent need for something in his mouth + desperate attention whore = Denmark being very, very popular.
Not that they don’t also love him for his charming good looks and dazzling personality.