Glad igen
WHO: Søren and Kai
WHEN: en søndag morgen, September 26th
WHERE: Sørens lejlighed
WHAT: En lille fætter vises. Tillykke med fødselsdagen?
(Note: All dialogue will be in Danish unless otherwise noted.)
Søren Nielsen was very much assured about a few things in his life.
One, he was Danish. And not Swedish.
Two, he was gloriously, gloriously stateside.
Three, his downstairs neighbo--skipping on to number four.
Four, his pantry was in sad need of restocking.
Five, tomorrow he needed to make the effort to force himself to pay for a long-distance call to København for his little cousin's birthday
He dropped into bed on the early hours on Sunday morning (though still technically Saturday night by Danish logic) with the knowledge that all of these things were true and absolute. (Except for number four, but that was easily remedied and constantly recurring.)
So slumber came easily to him tonight; things were fine downstairs unless something had happened in the past hour, things were fine in Danmark (a bit less easy to track, but he'd gotten accustomed to waking as soon as his cell went off), and things were fine in his current location.
Tomorrow was a day off and he could sleep in. Maybe fix number four on his list of Things Søren Nielsen Was Sure About. Or not. Whichever.
It was nice for everything to just be...fine and simple for once.
WHEN: en søndag morgen, September 26th
WHERE: Sørens lejlighed
WHAT: En lille fætter vises. Tillykke med fødselsdagen?
(Note: All dialogue will be in Danish unless otherwise noted.)
Søren Nielsen was very much assured about a few things in his life.
One, he was Danish. And not Swedish.
Two, he was gloriously, gloriously stateside.
Three, his downstairs neighbo--skipping on to number four.
Four, his pantry was in sad need of restocking.
Five, tomorrow he needed to make the effort to force himself to pay for a long-distance call to København for his little cousin's birthday
He dropped into bed on the early hours on Sunday morning (though still technically Saturday night by Danish logic) with the knowledge that all of these things were true and absolute. (Except for number four, but that was easily remedied and constantly recurring.)
So slumber came easily to him tonight; things were fine downstairs unless something had happened in the past hour, things were fine in Danmark (a bit less easy to track, but he'd gotten accustomed to waking as soon as his cell went off), and things were fine in his current location.
Tomorrow was a day off and he could sleep in. Maybe fix number four on his list of Things Søren Nielsen Was Sure About. Or not. Whichever.
It was nice for everything to just be...fine and simple for once.