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axkingforit in lolocracy

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty...pie.

Aug 14, 2010 03:09

WHO: Sindre and Søren
WHEN: August 14th-15th
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Bitch, it's time to fuckin' bake.
RATING: PG-13 for...UST? :Dc

( If the way is hazy... )

this never happened, this is caketown!, status: complete, denmark, tonight we dine in hell!, bonding tiemz, norway

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talks_to_nisse August 15 2010, 07:15:43 UTC

Finishing his shower, Sindre emerged from the bathroom to the sound of someone banging on the door. When the banging throughout the time it took to walk from the bathroom to his bedroom, Sindre knew Søren was on the other side of the door. No need to hurry, then ( ... )

HOW DARE YOU DOUBT MY ABILITY TO FIND MULTEBÆR. axkingforit August 19 2010, 05:12:41 UTC

Søren feigned a saddened pout in face of the chained door. "What, no hello? Ass."
He ran his finger over the taut door-chain, counting quietly to himself.

"En, to, tre, fire, fem, seks, syv." With a delighted grin, he pinched the link under his finger tightly and gave a slight tug. It pulled free easily, sending the remaining two sides of the chain falling away and forcing the door backwards.

"Whoops--hej, y'know, y'should look into a new chain. Noticed this bit was loose the other day," Søren waved his tiny trophy as a demonstration, "Just forgot to tell y--oy, you okay?"

I dare quite easily. talks_to_nisse August 19 2010, 06:07:53 UTC

Sindre stared as blankly as he could through the door. "Your greeting was pounding on my door. Comparatively, mine was more poliaahhHOOW," he ended, hand flying to his nose as the sudden loss of tension caused the door to fly back and hit him.

Backing away from the door, Sindre cursed under his breath while the pain subsided before responding to Søren. "I'm perfectly fine," he muttered. "Just--stay there. Where you can't reach me."

The sound of wings drew Sindre's attention just above Søren as Puffin decided to make himself know. They still hadn't quite decided where the best place to keep the bird was, but there hadn't been too many problems with it roaming the apartment. Something for which Sindre was almost grateful for as Puffin decided to plant itself on Søren's head. "Looks like you made a friend."

MY GOOD SIR, I COULD POSSIBLY TAKE OFFENSE. Maybe. axkingforit August 27 2010, 15:27:59 UTC

He squashed down the urge to run around screaming and flailing his arms like a two year old. Instead he shakily pushed the bird off of his head and watched it flutter safely to the ground to stare back up at him curiously.

A bird.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, a bird.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, A GODDAMNED BIRD.

"Y-yeah, a friend. Sure. Uh. Leavin'. Us. Now. Right? Right. We should do that. Now. Like, right now."

Søren's hatred of nature once again reared its ugly head; he was no stranger to domestic pets, but a puffin...last he checked, puffins Were Not Pets and belonged on seaside cliff nests. Out in Nature. Meaning the puffin was a Wild Animal and therefore going to try to kill him at the first available opportunity.

Not that he'd ever say that out loud.

"S-so yeah, can we go now?" he said again, his voice tinged slightly with desperation. He immediately hated himself for it and gave himself a swift mental kick. He pasted on a cheerful smile and tried to sound normal, "After aaaaall, I did leave the multebær ouuuuut..."

But it would be a waste of time and energy? talks_to_nisse August 29 2010, 07:33:49 UTC

If he hadn't been staring at Søren, he likely would have missed the slight paling of the other's face. The color change plus the rushed, almost frantic delivery and incoherent babble stopped Sindre from responding with the first sarcastic comment that crossed his mind ( ... )

...well, if you'd rather do something else~ axkingforit August 30 2010, 11:15:13 UTC

"...oh. Right. My bad!" Søren singsonged as he dropped Sindre's wrist and devoted his attention to the recalcitrant door (fucking hell...it was always SOMETHING with these goddamn apartments...), pointing turning his face towards the faded blue of the door, eyes locked on the scratched and dented brass handle so that his friend wouldn't see the bloom of embarrassment washing across his face ( ... )

I can think of a few things... talks_to_nisse September 3 2010, 06:02:03 UTC

Again with the wrist. If Sindre didn't know better, he would have thought that Søren just liked holding his hand. He twisted his wrist in Søren's grasp as the other babbled on, but Søren didn't get the hint ( ... )

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But by definition, less creative. axkingforit September 7 2010, 11:12:58 UTC

"I am not," Søren grit out, "Afraid of puffins. What the fuck."

He rolled his shoulders with a quiet wince as his back protested after one particularly high reach into the spice cabinet. He mentally cursed the Winchester and the rusty metal steps down into the cellar; the things had rusted completely through and one misstep had sent him through the stairs to land flat on his back one floor down. A week off as a sort of bribe (though he hadn't exactly been nice about asking for it either) hardly seemed enough as reparation for the near-constant twinges of pain in his spine.

At Sindre's words, Søren opened his mouth to protest. Then there was a light touch on his back and he completely froze.

Brain has shut down, captain. We are on auto-pilot from this point on.

"Everything's completely fine. What are you on about?" he lied blithely, wishing he wasn't as pathetic so he could shrug Sindre's hand off.

Goddamnit.

Not by definition. You're just not trying hard enough. talks_to_nisse September 9 2010, 05:00:26 UTC

Sindre rolled his eyes. "Then what exactly had you so scared of Puffin?" He pressed a little harder as he continued feeling out Søren's back. "Something had you spooked ( ... )

Being hard enough isn't the problem here... axkingforit September 22 2010, 09:02:20 UTC

The sharp pressure in his back eased as Sindre pulled away and left, but an electric current running up his spine remained as a reminder, and it really pleased him more than it should've. He took the brief period of time that Sindre was gone to recompose himself and make some progress with this baked good-to-be, all with minimal flinching until his neighbor reappeared and carried on the conversation like he'd never left.

Søren's eyebrows rose as Sindre began to reload his freezer with...cups or some shit like that. It distracted him enough that the Norwegian's words drifted past his hearing as nothing more than pleasant noise. But it was the the insistent tugging on his shirt hem that eventually caught his attention.

"Oy now," he began softly, gently prying Sindre's fingers loose, "Don't go tryin' t'undress me now. M'not done yet, ja?"

Just lacking in inspiration, then? talks_to_nisse September 26 2010, 07:54:41 UTC

Sindre frowned. Søren had a point, but he didn't want him to try and get out of having his back seen too. "I can at least see what you did to yourself," he protested, but stepped away. "When you're done, then." He fixed Søren's back with a stern look and slid his hand back up to put warning pressure on his back. "But I will see to you when you're done ( ... )