But maybe you are wrong -- Maybe I could come along
Who: The Dutchman and the Dane
When: Sunday, June 5th, late afternoon hours
Where: Big damn derp house of Gilbo and company
What: Baking and shenanigans are obviously the best cure to the "my brother is in Denmark and it's his birthday" blues, as well as the "My best friend is a dick and didn't tell me goodbye" blues.
With diligence, with steadfast ambition, and with a metric fuckton of coffee and mountain dew he managed to stay awake until 4 am to arrange for a special phone call overseas. He wasn't sure if Oscar or Maja would try to rouse Søren earlier in the spirit of being 'first' to do so, but goddamnit, he sure as hell wasn't about to let a pair of seven year olds beat him out on his brother's birthday.
He waited patiently on the opposite end of the receiver for a groggy voice to swear at him, in which case he grinned brilliantly and took a breath:
I dag er det Sørens fødselsdag
Hurra, hurra, hurra!
Han sikkert sig en gave får
som han har ønsket sig i år
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Hvor smiler han, hvor er han glad
hurra, hurra, hurra!
men denne dag er også rar
for hjemme venter tante Nadja
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Og når han hjem fra job går
hurra, hurra, hurra!
så skal han hjem og holde fest
og hvem, der kommer med som gæst
får dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Til slut vi råber højt i kor:
Hurra, hurra, hurra!
God Søren længe leve må
og sine ønsker opfyldt få
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Both exchanged laughter, and for the better half of an hour the two addled on in idle conversation about life, about birthday plans, about whether beating Swedes was sticks was better in winter or summer, about mermaids, about mermaids and seashell bras, about how Disney royally raped everything they ever loved. They prattled until it was clear Kai was falling asleep on the bed and did so in fact. The remaining memory on his subconscious was the teasing words of his older brother calling him a priss, a loser, a baby for sleeping so soon, that he deserved to lose his mancard, that--
That he missed him. And maybe wished he was there, but only a little bit. Nothing to get all weepy about, fuck.
It wasn't until the late afternoon hours that Kai woke, blissfully unaware of the day's passing until a glance at his clock gave him the time. He stared at it for a handful of moments, more precious time ticking by, many more seconds lost. He finally had the wherewithal to turn to his abandoned phone and check the screen for missed messages, notable amongst those being a few from Valdi, and a most recent one from Willem.
"Coming over at some point today. Let me know when it's good for you."
He quickly shot one back, a short, "I finally managed to wake my princess ass up so stop on by whenever." before rallying up the strength to climb out of bed at long last and amble into the shower to ready himself.
When: Sunday, June 5th, late afternoon hours
Where: Big damn derp house of Gilbo and company
What: Baking and shenanigans are obviously the best cure to the "my brother is in Denmark and it's his birthday" blues, as well as the "My best friend is a dick and didn't tell me goodbye" blues.
With diligence, with steadfast ambition, and with a metric fuckton of coffee and mountain dew he managed to stay awake until 4 am to arrange for a special phone call overseas. He wasn't sure if Oscar or Maja would try to rouse Søren earlier in the spirit of being 'first' to do so, but goddamnit, he sure as hell wasn't about to let a pair of seven year olds beat him out on his brother's birthday.
He waited patiently on the opposite end of the receiver for a groggy voice to swear at him, in which case he grinned brilliantly and took a breath:
I dag er det Sørens fødselsdag
Hurra, hurra, hurra!
Han sikkert sig en gave får
som han har ønsket sig i år
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Hvor smiler han, hvor er han glad
hurra, hurra, hurra!
men denne dag er også rar
for hjemme venter tante Nadja
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Og når han hjem fra job går
hurra, hurra, hurra!
så skal han hjem og holde fest
og hvem, der kommer med som gæst
får dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Til slut vi råber højt i kor:
Hurra, hurra, hurra!
God Søren længe leve må
og sine ønsker opfyldt få
med dejlig chokolade og kager til.
Both exchanged laughter, and for the better half of an hour the two addled on in idle conversation about life, about birthday plans, about whether beating Swedes was sticks was better in winter or summer, about mermaids, about mermaids and seashell bras, about how Disney royally raped everything they ever loved. They prattled until it was clear Kai was falling asleep on the bed and did so in fact. The remaining memory on his subconscious was the teasing words of his older brother calling him a priss, a loser, a baby for sleeping so soon, that he deserved to lose his mancard, that--
That he missed him. And maybe wished he was there, but only a little bit. Nothing to get all weepy about, fuck.
It wasn't until the late afternoon hours that Kai woke, blissfully unaware of the day's passing until a glance at his clock gave him the time. He stared at it for a handful of moments, more precious time ticking by, many more seconds lost. He finally had the wherewithal to turn to his abandoned phone and check the screen for missed messages, notable amongst those being a few from Valdi, and a most recent one from Willem.
"Coming over at some point today. Let me know when it's good for you."
He quickly shot one back, a short, "I finally managed to wake my princess ass up so stop on by whenever." before rallying up the strength to climb out of bed at long last and amble into the shower to ready himself.