[OTA] Give me the peace and joy in your mind
New Year's Day found Lasse a little bit tired, a little bit hungover, possibly still a little bit drunk. But in spite of all that, he seemed mostly content, happiness humming quietly under his skin, as he wandered around outside. The crisp winter air didn't bother him that much. Actually it was quite refreshing after being holed up all day in his quarters.
He was simply enjoying a walk outside and not escaping a pile of schematics he'd drawn up in a drunken stupor, believing at that time that it was the best idea he'd ever had, and couldn't make any sense of now. Oh, he'd tried. Sat at the desk, staring at the drawings and scrawled notes on the margins for hours until he'd nearly gone cross-eyed. When the urge to set the whole thing on fire struck, the Dane decided it was time to put some distance between them before something really bad happened.
The trouble with 'best idea I've ever had' things was that, well. They hardly ever were. Frustrating, really. Especially when you had nobody to blame but yourself.
So Lasse had more or less fled his living space and didn't feel particularly inclined to return there any time soon.
"Happy new year," he mumbled around his cigarette at a passer-by even though he hadn't bothered to look at them long enough to find out if it was somebody he knew.
He was simply enjoying a walk outside and not escaping a pile of schematics he'd drawn up in a drunken stupor, believing at that time that it was the best idea he'd ever had, and couldn't make any sense of now. Oh, he'd tried. Sat at the desk, staring at the drawings and scrawled notes on the margins for hours until he'd nearly gone cross-eyed. When the urge to set the whole thing on fire struck, the Dane decided it was time to put some distance between them before something really bad happened.
The trouble with 'best idea I've ever had' things was that, well. They hardly ever were. Frustrating, really. Especially when you had nobody to blame but yourself.
So Lasse had more or less fled his living space and didn't feel particularly inclined to return there any time soon.
"Happy new year," he mumbled around his cigarette at a passer-by even though he hadn't bothered to look at them long enough to find out if it was somebody he knew.