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Liberty Luck Strikes Again

Sep 11, 2010 00:06

Who: The Dutchman (Wilm) and the Dane (Søren)
When: Friday, September 10th, 8:22 a.m.
Where: Wilm’s Apartment
What: Wilm didn’t think he knew anybody in Liberty besides his sisters. Søren lets him know differently.

( Morning, sunspot. Open the door, special delivery. )

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YOU WALKED INTO THIS ONE, BRO. axkingforit September 24 2010, 10:00:55 UTC

"I did not change the subject, I just decided to talk about somethin' more interestin'..." Søren muttered darkly, running a hand through his hair roughly and causing it to stand more wildly than it did normally. "And you know m'not into your sisters, man. Bro Code prohibits such a thing."

He returned Wilm's smirk with one of his own.

"But I suppose if anyone were to know something about little girls and their blushes, it would be you."

.....I did, didn't I. oranje_windmill September 24 2010, 16:53:21 UTC

Wilm opened his mouth to protest, to reiterate that he liked them cute not young and that there was a difference thank you very much, but then realized he’d not so much walked into that one as handed it to Søren and asked to be beaten with it. So instead he settled for fixing the Dane with an intimidating glare.

Or it might have been, if it hadn’t been Søren he was glaring at. And if the mention of little blushing girls hadn’t called to mind the pretty, blushing red head he’d met on the way home from class the day before. He could feel the tips of his ears turning pink, so he busied himself with pulling mugs from his cabinets.

“So no school. What do you do with yourself all day?”

He held up a mug.

“Still take your coffee the same way?”

You did. Ik hou van jou...? (Look at me neatly avoid the subject of Sindre. *is a smooth operator*) axkingforit September 25 2010, 11:06:21 UTC

"What eeeeeeevery not-school-attending personage should do: Go to work." Søren gave a put-upon sigh and rolled his eyes melodramatically.

He slid up behind Wilm and twined his arms around the Dutchman's neck with a well-practiced whine.

"Wiiiiiilm, I'm too young and beautiful to be a working schmuck! And you know I like my coffee Amsterdam-style, unless it's too early for you~ Just black, in that case."

...ah shit, it felt like old times. Clinging to Wilm in a way meant to both annoy and be affectionate as the other made coffee. It was like every post-bender Saturday morning they'd ever had. This time without the hangover.

WWatch Wilm circle back around to it *is football player* oranje_windmill September 26 2010, 16:46:30 UTC

Almost anybody else coming up behind him and throwing arms around his neck would have found themselves with his elbow in their stomach, for the Dutchman was quite fond of his personal space. But Søren tended to be the major exception to that rule, mostly because after almost four years of close friendship he’d grown used to the Dane’s way of showing affection. And besides this was nice, in the way that the small, familiar things often are.

“Not so much too early,” he replied without looking at the man hanging off his shoulders, “as that I have class this afternoon.”

He poured the Dane a cup and handed it to him before fixing himself one with just some added sugar. He took it to his kitchen table, sitting in one seat with his legs propped up on another, gesturing for Søren to take the one across.

“But it’s good you found your friend. Have you fixed whatever it was that happened back then?”

Watch my tactical evasions. axkingforit September 28 2010, 13:29:01 UTC

Søren scorned the chair, choosing to perch on the table instead. He turned the cup in his hands absently, allowing it to warm his palms.

"Vel...what happened with you and your sisters, bro? I know things went arse up for awhile, but y'never really told me what the fuck went on with that. And you know my rule. 'Can't ask questions 'til you answer some'. 'Sides, I think that is more important than any of my bullshit, y'know?"

He twisted in place to rest his feet on Wilm's legs and leaned forward in an almost conspiratory manner.

"I'd like t'know, anyway. We've been kinda outta the loop with each other."

I wrote this in Intro To Therapy. It shows, I think. oranje_windmill September 30 2010, 21:36:15 UTC

Wilm leaned back in his chair, letting the dark, aged wood support him. He watched as Søren perched on the table, gave only token protest before allowing himself to become a footrest. He decided to leave the topic of Sindre alone for the moment. Søren could be maddeningly stubborn when he wanted to(which was often), and besides he’d already given up all the information Wilm really needed to know ( ... )

I wrote this in Algebra. It shows, I think. axkingforit September 30 2010, 22:13:13 UTC

"M'guessin' the whole "let them come t'you" spiel would only earn me a kick in the nads, so...shit, bro. Sisters. I dunno, I only got cousins. Y'got my sympathy if not my...empathy or whatever."

He rested the hand not occupied with a mug atop Wilm's head, ruffling the Dutchman's hair absently as he took a draw from his coffee thoughtfully.

"Mm," he coughed slightly from the bitterness of the drink, "Well. I think--and it's just me talkin' out of my ass, so don't take it too serious or anythin'-- that if it's botherin' you, s'probably botherin' her the same, even if she won't say shit about it. Might need t'just find a way to...meet halfway or somethin'. Somehow."

He gave Wilm a gentle nudge with the foot resting on Wilm's leg with a smile that wasn't his usual smirk and set the mug down by his hips.

"You'll manage, ja? She may be stubborn as hell, but you're older and a guy to boot. Don't get whipped by your own sister. I'm the only one who gets to have you whipped, okej ( ... )

oranje_windmill October 2 2010, 01:11:29 UTC

Wilm’s lips quirked up into a small smile. He reached out to grasp at the foot poking his leg, his grin turning into a smirk when tugging on said foot had Søren wobbling just a little on his perch.

“You are my only Danish friend, if that’s what you mean, although by no means do you have me whipped.”

He gave Søren’s legs a slight push so they weren’t in his way as he stood.

“But thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Taking his coffee cup with him he headed towards his bedroom, calling over his shoulder, “and since you woke me up, it’s your responsibility to entertain me till class. I just need five minutes first.”

The End. axkingforit October 5 2010, 19:16:26 UTC

He made a face at Wilm's retreating back, resisting the urge to shuck off his shoe and give it a toss at the Dutchman.

...but that was a bit asinine, even for him. Probably.He kept his precarious seat on the edge of the solidly built table (teak, carvings inlaid into the legs, and a small char mark hidden by his left thigh from one of their more adventurous nights in the Amsterdam apartment)and glanced around the kitchen, slowly being filled with the various bric-a-brac and bagatelle of the life back in Nederlandene, when he mockingly spoke a foreigner's Dutch to piss Wilm off for no reason other than the reaction he'd get ( ... )

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