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talks_to_nisse in lolocracy

When one door closes...

Sep 24, 2011 21:38

Who: Sindre and Valdi
When: Saturday, 24 September 2011
Where: Their apartment
What: Discussing changes in scenery

( You go stay with loved ones )

status: incomplete, iceland, norway

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puffin_magic September 25 2011, 01:51:13 UTC

"Talk?" Valdi blinked, mind immediately racing as to what they could possible have to talk about. Had he done something wrong? Had something happened?

He reached for one of the plates and begun to cut into the well-cooked salmon - his brother definitely knew how to cook and Valdi wasn't going to deal with bad news on an empty stomach.

"What are we talking about?"

talks_to_nisse September 25 2011, 02:22:01 UTC

Taking a bite of his own fish, Sindre swallowed before answering.

"Money," he replied bluntly. "I know you know roughly how stretched we are for it right now, and we need to figure out what we're going to do about it."

puffin_magic September 25 2011, 02:38:17 UTC

"How long...are we going to be able to last?" For a moment his attention drifted past Sindre to scan their apartment for all its belongings, tallying up the weight of each in expenses.
Bills and food aside, there were also school fees and the less important costs of actually enjoying life, rather than having enough just to get by.
Thankfully Puffin wasn't costing much more than the food to feed him but--

His mind tangented from Puffin to Iceland and Valdi carefully placed his fork and knife down.
"--Johanna still hasn't sent anything, has she?"

Despite their current situation, it wasn't the money from his Mother that bothered him. If Sindre was able to manage without assistance then there was no reason why he couldn't.
It was just a little disheartening to remember that they'd been completely disowned.

talks_to_nisse September 25 2011, 02:46:08 UTC

"She hasn't," Sindre confirmed. "And...considering what happened, she likely won't so long as you're living with me." His gaze flicked down to the table momentarily, feeling a brief stab of guilt. No matter how much he disliked the woman, he didn't like being in any way the cause of the rift between Valdi and his mother.

Still, he'd do it again, if it came down to it.

He turned his glass in his hands, not drinking. "We'd probably be okay, at least for the time being, under normal circumstances," he admitted. "I have enough saved up that now that we're working again, it would have been fine. But with the hospital bills..."

Sindre just shook his head as he trailed off. "We'll have to change something. And...I might have a possible solution."

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