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Before We Tiptoe Through The Tulips......

Sep 17, 2011 23:01

Who: Wilm and Sindre
When: Saturday afternoon, September 17
Where: Wilm's apartment
What: It's time to plant the tulips.

( We must plant them first. )

this is how we do it in my country, status: complete, we so cool, norway, perfection forms good bonds, old oranje, this is relevant to my interests, tulip day is important!, netherlands, this is normal shit, thursday is laundry day

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talks_to_nisse September 18 2011, 19:49:32 UTC

Sindre couldn't help but smile as he looked over the paintings on the pots. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the national pride pot, and the pet pot was amusing. It was the one depicting Wilm's unofficial family, however, that caused the soft smile on his face.

Glancing from his bulb to the pot to the dirt, Sindre rested his hands on the newspaper under him. "How much dirt was required, again?"

oranje_windmill September 19 2011, 00:46:29 UTC

Willem leaned against the open balcony doors, watching as Sindre examined the pots. He saw the soft smile as the Norwegian picked up the last pot, and it made him smile softly as well since he knew Sindre got it.

"They need to be covered by about half an inch of soil."

He gestured towards where his feet were.

"They'll stay out here till it starts to freeze, then I'll bring them inside. They should blossom in the spring."

...dude. Søren doesn't have an animal. talks_to_nisse September 19 2011, 03:31:03 UTC

Nodding, Sindre grabbed a handful of dirt. "I can't recall what color I purchased," he replied almost apologetically. "Is there a particular color you would have preferred?"

It didn't take long to fill in a bottom layer, and he shook his hands off to get the larger clods off.

"Could you hand me a bulb?"

What would he be, you think? oranje_windmill September 19 2011, 03:57:48 UTC

He handed over a bulb, then grabbed one of his own to put in the pot he had added soil to.

"Not really. It'll be interesting to see come spring."

Hmm...I have to think wolf as well. Or at least some sort of canine. talks_to_nisse September 19 2011, 04:12:47 UTC

Keeping his hands light, Sindre carefully packed dirt around the bulb. He didn't want to pack it in too tight and prevent the plant from being able to breathe, but he also wanted to make sure to put enough in.

It'd be a poor gift if he somehow managed to kill the plant before it even sprouted.

Re: Hmm...I have to think wolf as well. Or at least some sort of canine. oranje_windmill September 19 2011, 15:31:23 UTC

He had planted the one in the Nederland planter, while Sindre had taken the pet one. He watched out of the corner of his eye to make sure the Norwegian was doing it right, although he knew he'd go back and check it himself after the other man was gone.

When it came to his plants he was a bit of a perfectionist, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

As he finished he reached for the third one, putting soil into it as well. When he had the bottom layer ready, he turned to Sindre and gestured for the other man to place the bulb inside.

I'm not sure I can see him as anything other that the (wannabe) leader of the pack talks_to_nisse September 20 2011, 04:00:00 UTC

Catching the looks Wilm kept sending him, Sindre snorted. "I'm not going to kill the plants, you know," he quipped.

After settling the third and final bulb in its pot, Sindre sat back on his haunches.

"Heard much from home, lately?"

oranje_windmill September 21 2011, 01:04:53 UTC

He dusted off his hands onto the newspaper and began to move the pots towards the window. He'd decided to put them there so he could keep an eye on them, pull them inside if need be.

Plus, he could see them whenever he walked by.

"My parents called earlier this week to make sure Heike is settling in, how Chloe and I are liking the new year."

talks_to_nisse September 22 2011, 01:36:47 UTC

Sindre nodded at that. "How are they doing?" Sindre asked. "I haven't seen Heike since we ran into each other at the Supermarket, and he was acting a bit...odd."

oranje_windmill September 22 2011, 03:16:35 UTC

He paused in turning to grab the last pot, looking at the other man with a puzzled look.

"Odd?"

talks_to_nisse September 22 2011, 03:25:51 UTC

Sindre just shrugged. "Stuttering, almost running off in embarrassment when he realized he overlooked something." He paused to consider. "Called me a dick, but that actually seemed like him."

oranje_windmill September 22 2011, 19:53:37 UTC

Willem sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, that is like him, but I apologize for it."

He reached for the last pot, set it with the others.

talks_to_nisse September 22 2011, 22:24:23 UTC

Chuckling a bit, Sindre shook his head. "No need," he assured. "It was amusing. 'Sides, not the first time I've been called that."

oranje_windmill September 23 2011, 04:28:11 UTC

The Dutchman shook his head.

"Still, he needs to learn not to be so abrasive."

Although he had to admit he found it a bit endearing, but that was mostly because he had never really been able to separate the man his younger brother was now and the little boy who'd sulked when he'd thought someone might catch him crying.

Balling the newspaper up, he headed back inside to toss it.

"Want a drink?" he asked the other man.

talks_to_nisse September 23 2011, 04:37:47 UTC

"Have I ever said no to that question?" Sindre replied, dusting himself off.

Trailing along after Wilm, Sindre shrugged again. "He'll learn," he replied. "So might as well enjoy it before he does."

oranje_windmill September 23 2011, 06:26:07 UTC

He tossed the ball of newspaper and into the trashcan before heading towards the fridge. Lucy raised her head from where she was curled up in the sink,blinking sleepily at him, and Willem stopped to run his fingers along her back as he opened the fridge. She made a pleased noise, butted his hand with her head, and he moved his hand to scratch between her ears as he grabbed two beers with his other hand.

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