Who: Søren and Valdi
When: Evening, June 15th
Where: Sindre and Valdi's Charleston Apartment
What: Søren goes to bother Sindre and doesn't quite find who he's looking for
Curled up in front of the tv with one of the many novels he had pulled out of Sindre's collection (something about mythical creatures and dragons), Valdi was trying his hardest to focus on the text in front of him. In fact, the same line of text he'd been staring at for the past few minutes.
The great Majestic dragon, thought to have only existed in fairy tales. It stood at a humble 30 feet with a wing span of-
With a wing span of-
Ugh.
Valdi stopping to glare disapprovingly at the ceiling, as if doing so would have any effect at all on the cheering? yelling? singing? man above him. (The Icelander wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it was certainly loud enough to disrupt two floors and any attempt at reading.)
It was hard to believe that no one else in the apartment complex was bothered by such a ruckus, let alone aggravated enough to do something about it. So this must've been the 'friend' Sindre was talking about. Valdi convinced himself that he would have had the courage to (politely) tell the Dane to quieten down, if his brother had not given strict instruction not to- under any circumstances- interact with the man.
Muttering inwardly he placed the novel down and reached forward to turn on the tv instead- it was absolutely impossible to read with this kind of noise.