The Väinämöinen Clan Shopping Excursion
Old habits (and cold stiff joints) woke Berwald in conjunction with the sunrise. He had slept better, the floor was hard and cold, but Nukka was curled up on him for warmth and snoring... like an old man. Berwald chuckled as he slowly sat up and perched his glasses back on his nose again. Tino was still on the edge of the bed, Hana predictably on his head like some eccentric living beret. Berwald picked up Nukka and placed him in bed with Tino.
"Tack old boy, but mind your old bones." Berwald said giving the dog a good beard scratch for good measure before pulling on a robe and his slippers to head downstairs to see if he could scrounge up some coffee, he needed the warmth. The cold had aggravated his leg injury a little and the scar tissue from the gunshot wound was tight and giving him a slight limp this morning. As soon as he warmed up some and moved about a bit the muscle would behave again.
The house was silent and the only sound was creaky floorboards as Berwald headed into the kitchen. He wasn't the only one up, he could smell coffee as he neared.
Just like every other old person he knew, Mummi was also up with the sun and puttering about the kitchen, in her bright polka-dot pink and red bathrobe, neon green fuzzy slippers, and a rainbow colored homemade crocheted hat on her head. She looked like some rejected hippy from a bad 1970's rockumentary.
God he loved this crazy old bat. This is what Tino was going to be like in his 60s and Berwald would only love him more for it.
"God Morgon Mummi." Berwald said planting a kiss on her cheek for good measure before he sat down at the little table in the kitchen to wait until she was finished puttering about before asking where the cups were to fix himself some coffee...
"Tack old boy, but mind your old bones." Berwald said giving the dog a good beard scratch for good measure before pulling on a robe and his slippers to head downstairs to see if he could scrounge up some coffee, he needed the warmth. The cold had aggravated his leg injury a little and the scar tissue from the gunshot wound was tight and giving him a slight limp this morning. As soon as he warmed up some and moved about a bit the muscle would behave again.
The house was silent and the only sound was creaky floorboards as Berwald headed into the kitchen. He wasn't the only one up, he could smell coffee as he neared.
Just like every other old person he knew, Mummi was also up with the sun and puttering about the kitchen, in her bright polka-dot pink and red bathrobe, neon green fuzzy slippers, and a rainbow colored homemade crocheted hat on her head. She looked like some rejected hippy from a bad 1970's rockumentary.
God he loved this crazy old bat. This is what Tino was going to be like in his 60s and Berwald would only love him more for it.
"God Morgon Mummi." Berwald said planting a kiss on her cheek for good measure before he sat down at the little table in the kitchen to wait until she was finished puttering about before asking where the cups were to fix himself some coffee...