It is time, the Walrus said, to talk of many things.

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Willem and Sindre
When: Saturday about 11, June 18
Where: Wilm’s apartment
What: Sindre clears out so Valdi can have the apartment for himself, and he and Wilm play catch-up.

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[talks_to_nisse]

Smiling, Sindre glanced to the cat once before returning his attention to Wilm. "I'm glad it's going well for the two of you. You deserve what happiness you can bring to each other."

He was going to say more, but at that moment Lucy jumped up and snatched Bestemor's charm from his pocket before running off. Staring for a moment, Sindre hauled himself to his feet and followed the cat as best as he could with his injury.

When Lucy darted into Wilm's bedroom, Sindre didn't hesitate to follow. It took him longer to flatten himself against the floor to peer at the cat under the bed. Pulling out some canvases so as to better reach the cat, he finally retrieved the charm.

Slowly backing away from the bed, he got a glimpse of the paintings. A scuff at the door had him looking up at Wilm. "What are these?"

[oranje_windmill]

He knew what she was going to do a second before she did, but by the time he had moved to stop her she already had a hold of something that had been sticking out of Sindre's pocket and was away over the back. He saw her dart towards the kitchen, and presumably towards her hiding place atop the fridge.

The Dutchman moved to stand in the kitchen doorway to head her off, and when she realized his intent she turned and streaked into his bedroom. Willem uttered a curse in Dutch before striding the length of the apartment after her.

"Sorry," he told Sindre as he came though the door into his bedroom. "She' taken to....."

He stopped in mid sentence at the sight of the Norwegian sitting on his bedroom floor beside the paintings from a weekend that was still fuzzy in his mind.

"Just something I one weekend. Nothing special."

And they weren't really. They were good for him, but not really anything exciting overall.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre touched the edge of one, frowning at the image. It sparked some sort of memory in him, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Is that me with a rabbit's face?"

[oranje_windmill]

Willem's shoulders hunched, and he could feel the tips of his ears turning red.

"I'm not quite sure what that's about," he confessed. "That whole weekend was a bit....fuzzy."

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre's attention had passed to the next painting, which had, among a menagerie of other animals, a laughing hyena with purple dye. "This has to be Kai..." he murmured, looking back up to Wilm. "Just what weekend was this?"

[oranje_windmill]

Willem looked over the Norwegian's shoulder.

"I think it is, although I'm not sure why he turned out as a hyena. He'd more of a puppy then anything else. Except maybe a ladybug."

At the question, he shrugged.

"First weekend in April. I don't remember smoking anything, but I must have. The whole weekend's a bit fuzzy, and when I woke up the apartment was messy and these were on my desk."

[talks_to_nisse]

"A ladybug?" Sindre asked absently, still examining the paintings. "I understand the puppy, but..."

He let out a startled noise as something slotted into place. "I remember this weekend!" he exclaimed. "I wasn't myself that weekend. I was many things, but not myself."

His voice grew distant, as if he had wandered away in his mind. "I came here seeking my brother, and looking for a ghost monster. You said I was a kanin, and I was. And then we were pack, and pack looks out for one another."

[oranje_windmill]

Sindre's words broke the wall in the Dutchamn's, allowing the memories to come flowing back. Some bad, some embarrassing, but some good as well.

Coming over to stand, Willem reached down to trace the edges of the sleeping pack.

"Yes," he said softly. "We were."

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre's eyes followed Wilm's hand as he traced the animals huddled together. Of them all, this was his favorite.

"I meant it, you know," he replied quietly. "I might have been high out of my mind, but I meant it. You are a good brother, and I will help you watch out for your family."

[oranje_windmill]

He jerked his hand back a little, feeling suddenly like he'd revealed too much. Then he realized that when it came to this he'd probably already revealed everything there was.

Hell, if he remembered right they'd been licking each other at one point.

Sighing, he turned to face the other man.

"I do, and I appreciate it. And the same applies to you."

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre nodded, then looked down to the painting. "We're agreed, then," he commented. He shot Wilm a wry look.

"Though I'm not going to be your pet rabbit. You already have one."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem's lips quirked upwards.

"I can't help but wonder what she saw that weekend. Maybe you too traded places and she thought she was a Norwegian man."

[talks_to_nisse]

"I stayed in my own body, takk," Sindre replied tartly. Gathering up the canvasses, he took care to stow the paintings back in their original location. "What are you going to do with the paintings?"

[oranje_windmill]

Willem shrugged.

"Probably just leave them where they are. They've got great color, but they're not that good other wise. Besides, everybody's too recognizable to hang somewhere."

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre stayed where he was, fingers still resting on the edge of one of the canvasses. "May I have one?"

[oranje_windmill]

The question stopped the Dutchman in his tracks, causing him to stare blankly at the other man.

"Why?" he asked, before he recovered himself. "I mean, sure, yes, of course. I just don't see why you'd want them."