So mercy, mercy, mercy me
Who: The Dutchman and the Dane
When: Midafternoon, July 15th
Where: Wilm's apartment
Why: If ever there was a time Kai regretted being known as the resident pot smoker, now was it.
The lake had been avoided due to the unnecessary amount of sun-bathers and resident sand lovers. Not to mention the dog who had taken sudden interest in Søren doll's leg and sent him on a wild goose chase down the length of the sandy shore, screaming profanities at the poor creature all the while the doll mockingly shouted Danish insults with every crack it took to the ground. By the time he had wrangled the mutt and the infernal curse back into his possession he was winded, tired, even more caffeine deprived and cranky as fuck. It was at that accursed moment his phone chimed in cheerful twinkling of bells, which only drove his frenzy to a higher peak.
A new text from Willem.
“At the apartment. Stop by whenever.”
A controlled breath, being stared at as he took the march of shame back to his wagon, and nearly an hour later Kai found himself in a familiar place before the Dutchman's threshold, staring deadpan up at the numbers on the wooden slab. He had carted the damn doll, wagon and all, through the front parlor and into the elevator without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist when she asked him what the hell he was doing. At the moment there weren't many words he could speak that wouldn't be vulgar, and he hated to let her catch the end of his foul mood.
That didn't mean the doll would escape.
Kai knocked on the door and stood back so that the first thing to greet Willem's eyes would be the doll in it's sprawled out sandy glory, cursing momentarily at the shit-eating grin that mocked him from the wagon.
When: Midafternoon, July 15th
Where: Wilm's apartment
Why: If ever there was a time Kai regretted being known as the resident pot smoker, now was it.
The lake had been avoided due to the unnecessary amount of sun-bathers and resident sand lovers. Not to mention the dog who had taken sudden interest in Søren doll's leg and sent him on a wild goose chase down the length of the sandy shore, screaming profanities at the poor creature all the while the doll mockingly shouted Danish insults with every crack it took to the ground. By the time he had wrangled the mutt and the infernal curse back into his possession he was winded, tired, even more caffeine deprived and cranky as fuck. It was at that accursed moment his phone chimed in cheerful twinkling of bells, which only drove his frenzy to a higher peak.
A new text from Willem.
“At the apartment. Stop by whenever.”
A controlled breath, being stared at as he took the march of shame back to his wagon, and nearly an hour later Kai found himself in a familiar place before the Dutchman's threshold, staring deadpan up at the numbers on the wooden slab. He had carted the damn doll, wagon and all, through the front parlor and into the elevator without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist when she asked him what the hell he was doing. At the moment there weren't many words he could speak that wouldn't be vulgar, and he hated to let her catch the end of his foul mood.
That didn't mean the doll would escape.
Kai knocked on the door and stood back so that the first thing to greet Willem's eyes would be the doll in it's sprawled out sandy glory, cursing momentarily at the shit-eating grin that mocked him from the wagon.