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.
( It should be winter now, but my mind's still in June. )
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.
( It should be winter now, but my mind's still in June. )
The events of March had been forgiven, because Willem could see how somethings might have looked. But they hadn't been forgotten, because the four years before that should have at least won him the right to explain. Then had come the other man's decision to stay in Denmark, which Willem couldn't fault him for because family came first. What he couldn't get past was that Søren hadn't felt the need to let him know in person, or to send him so much as an e-mail since then.
Even a month later, he still wasn't sure how he felt about it. But he did know that he didn't want to spend the other man's birthday staring at his walls. So instead he dropped in on the other person who probably hated spending this day alone.
Now standing on the other man's doorstep, he shifted the alcohol he'd brought and knocked on the door.
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"You realize you're some kind of special, right?" Kai alerted him with a teasing lilt. "I told everyone else to fuck off today and leave me the hell alone."
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He followed the other man inside, closing the door with his foot as he studied the inside of Kai's new home.
"I brought alcohol. Didn't seem right to go through today without it."
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One week without Valdi. Goddamn, that sounded like an eternity at this point.
"Ahh, we can probably make ourselves cozy in the kitchen a bit or my room. Depending on when you want to start drinking," He trotted a bit further into the living space to give Wilm some room. "I can give you the grand tour, though? I don't think anyone is home. Maybe Manny, but he might be paintin' bein' he's been so quiet."
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"Grand tour," he replied. "Although let me set this down first."
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His smile waned a bit in it's splendor, hollow for a ghost of a moment before he managed to pick back up into high spirits. "Just leave it by the door for the moment. We'll come back for it in just a sec, yeah?"
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"What are you doing with the old apartment."
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Or just in case he comes back, was the unspoken hidden meaning. Kai had no idea if that was a likely possibility or not; he could dream, he could hope, he could wish twice at day at precisely 11:11. None of it would make a lick of a difference until his brother made that decision, until his Aunt's bill of health was a clean slate.
"So, here's the most important room -- the kitchen," Kai swung open the door for Willem to see the Beilschmidt kitchen in all it's grandeur, all glitter and shine from where he had cleaned it until it gleamed the day before. "He's got all sorts of awesome shit, spices from all over, tools, gadgets. I feel like I'm in heaven."
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That anger bled off, however, when they entered the kitchen. Kai was so proud of the kitchen you'd think he'd built it himself, and it was obvious it was a very well taken care of room. He turned to the other man with a fond smile.
"Knowing you, I'm not surprised."
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"Nothing wrong with a neat space." he said simply.
Then his mouth twisted into a wry grin.
"Must have driven Søren crazy though. Any space he lived in usually ended up looking like a disaster area."
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He glanced up to his friend, lips quirked in silent question while his mind rifled through a list of different things.
"Thank you for coming over today," He finally settled on.
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"I wasn't going to leave you alone."
The smile turned wistful.
"And I do miss the sukkel."
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Kai flopped down on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh, peering up at Willem through the messy strands of amethyst, not yet having taken the time to spike his hair up in it's normal proud stance. "Penny for your thoughts, they say. Though we could make cupcake batter and eat from the bowl with huge wooden spoons and have a giant get your feelings out there session. Or I can turn you into a nice pillow again."
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"If we're going to share feelings, then I'm going to need that cupcake batter. And probably something with much more alcohol."
He figured he could probably get Kai talking and not have to do much in the way of actual sharing.
"And after that we'll see about the pillow. Although I didn't bring any weed with me this time."
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Up on his feet again with a quick bounce he crooked his arm and promptly linked it with Willem's at the elbow, hauling him out of the room and back to the kitchen in small, weaving paths. "And you better be my pillow if I'm making you cupcake batter!"
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