Who: Alfred and Sindre
When: 26 October
Where: Berwald Oxenstierna's house
What: An influx of American crazy
Curled up on the couch with his textbook, Sindre was jolted from his reverie by a loud booming coming from the door. He stared at it for one long moment, wondering just who would come calling for Berwald in such a manner, before he recalled his brief conversation with Alfred.
Tuning out the noise, he left Alfred on the porch for a few minutes, just on principle. If he insisted on being obnoxious, he could work the worst of it out of his system before Sindre had to deal with him.
Eventually, though, Sindre did amble to the door, opening it before Alfred could break it down or try and jump in through a window.
He raised an eyebrow at the man standing there. "I honestly expected to find you banging on my door a minute after your post sent," he said in greeting, standing aside to let Alfred in. "What kept you?"