Liberty Luck Strikes Again

[oranje_windmill]

Who: The Dutchman (Wilm) and the Dane (Søren)
When: Friday, September 10th, 8:22 a.m.
Where: Wilm’s Apartment
What: Wilm didn’t think he knew anybody in Liberty besides his sisters. Søren lets him know differently.

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[axkingforit]

"Aw, look at you and your oranje self, all gussied up to greet the day," Søren cooed, shoving Wilm back into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot, "Wipe that look off yer face; y'look stupider than usual~ whoa, s'wrecked in here. When did you get here again? Haven't unpacked at all. Lazy~!"

He poked curiously at the various knick-knacks scattered haphazardly around (the Dutchie's idea of order was always flexible, not like Søren could blame him).

"You got all this new shit, man! Where's all your old stuff? Threw it out now that you're tryin' t'be respectable?"

Søren straightened after a moment, wincing as his back made a slight protest. (Apparently not back to 100% yet, but oh well.)He turned to look back at his friend, expression softening slightly.

"How you been since I saw you last, huh?"

[oranje_windmill]

Wilm let himself be pushed back into the apartment, watching mutely as Søren perused his new home. His brain was a bit of a train wreck, trying both to process that this was indeed who he thought it was and to respond to all of Søren’s questions/remarks.

"Welke.." he started, then stopped.

Trust Søren to show up first thing in the morning and jangle his brain just by walking through the door. He had to admit he’d missed it.

"Same as always," he finally answered, his lips curving up into a grin. "I see you haven’t changed. When the hell did you get here?"

I WROTE THIS WHILE LISTENING TO A WUPPI COMMERCIAL. I FELT VERY DUTCH. BE GRATEFUL.

[axkingforit]

"Oh, like...fuckin' AGES ago. Uh...February. Were you too drunk and depressed when I left t'remember? Dumb ass." Søren reached over and affectionately mussed Wilm's hair, grinning when it went nearly vertical (it has been well-trained).

"Y'can't be all spaaaaacey now y'are back home, y'know," Søren proclaimed, fisting his hands on his and fixing the Dutchman with a nearly-believable stern expression.

"Yer an adult now, can't be doin' all this forgettin' bullshit or you'll miss a bill or a notice for rent or a paycheck or when they start makin' it mandatory to sort the recyclables from the burnables or when they start sendin' you gift cards for a free pair of lacy unmentionables from Victoria Secret. If you missed that, how could you forgive yourself?"He held the intense stare for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter and throwing his arm over Wilm's shoulder

Re: I WROTE THIS WHILE LISTENING TO A WUPPI COMMERCIAL. I FELT VERY DUTCH. BE GRATEFUL.

[oranje_windmill]

"When I saw you in February, you were headed for Denmark talking about trying uni cause you were bored. And then you mentioned a uni in the states. You never told me where though."

He turned and headed towards the kitchen.

"I’m making coffee, you want? Also got beer."

He paused for a second on the way to the coffee maker to open his fridge, checking to see what brand he’d picked up when he’d made his run to the supermarket. And then stopped, door swinging closed as he turned to stare at the Dane in his living room.

"Wait, Sindre? That Sindre

[axkingforit]

"Nah bro, turned out to be a bust in February. Not a goddamned job to be had anywhere. Uni woulda been a compleeeeeeete impossibility; wasn't even a priority. Decided t'come here and grab a job since I used to live here and shit. S'treated me pretty okay, even though my boss is kinda...eh."

He gave Wilm a friendly shove as the Dutchman turned towards the kitchen.

"'Sides, m'gettin' too old for uni, y'know? Nice to think about on occasion, though. And ja on the coffee, dankje." He smirked a little to himself, knowing that his accent when speaking Dutch drove his friend insane (though he might not comment on it).

The question from the kitchen and the accompanying stare made the heat rise on the back of his neck. He cleared his throat quietly and resumed a wide smile.

"Sooo! How're those cute little sisters of yours?"

[oranje_windmill]

Considering that Søren had little to no concept of embarrassment most of the time, his reaction confirmed both the identity of “ Sindre” and what Wilm had suspected about his friend’s feelings for the man.

Which of course meant he couldn’t just let this go.

“Don’t change the subject,” he said as he put water into the machine. “Especially not to my sisters. Who are still off limits, so don’t even think about it.”

He spooned in instant coffee, turned it on, and then leaned against the counter so he could fix the Dane with a smirk.

“You’re blushing like a little girl, so it must be him.”

YOU WALKED INTO THIS ONE, BRO.

[axkingforit]

"I did not change the subject, I just decided to talk about somethin' more interestin'..." Søren muttered darkly, running a hand through his hair roughly and causing it to stand more wildly than it did normally. "And you know m'not into your sisters, man. Bro Code prohibits such a thing."

He returned Wilm's smirk with one of his own.

"But I suppose if anyone were to know something about little girls and their blushes, it would be you."

.....I did, didn't I.

[oranje_windmill]

Wilm opened his mouth to protest, to reiterate that he liked them cute not young and that there was a difference thank you very much, but then realized he’d not so much walked into that one as handed it to Søren and asked to be beaten with it. So instead he settled for fixing the Dane with an intimidating glare.

Or it might have been, if it hadn’t been Søren he was glaring at. And if the mention of little blushing girls hadn’t called to mind the pretty, blushing red head he’d met on the way home from class the day before. He could feel the tips of his ears turning pink, so he busied himself with pulling mugs from his cabinets.

“So no school. What do you do with yourself all day?”

He held up a mug.

“Still take your coffee the same way?”

You did. Ik hou van jou...? (Look at me neatly avoid the subject of Sindre. *is a smooth operator*)

[axkingforit]

"What eeeeeeevery not-school-attending personage should do: Go to work." Søren gave a put-upon sigh and rolled his eyes melodramatically.

He slid up behind Wilm and twined his arms around the Dutchman's neck with a well-practiced whine.

"Wiiiiiilm, I'm too young and beautiful to be a working schmuck! And you know I like my coffee Amsterdam-style, unless it's too early for you~ Just black, in that case."

...ah shit, it felt like old times. Clinging to Wilm in a way meant to both annoy and be affectionate as the other made coffee. It was like every post-bender Saturday morning they'd ever had. This time without the hangover.

WWatch Wilm circle back around to it *is football player*

[oranje_windmill]

Almost anybody else coming up behind him and throwing arms around his neck would have found themselves with his elbow in their stomach, for the Dutchman was quite fond of his personal space. But Søren tended to be the major exception to that rule, mostly because after almost four years of close friendship he’d grown used to the Dane’s way of showing affection. And besides this was nice, in the way that the small, familiar things often are.

“Not so much too early,” he replied without looking at the man hanging off his shoulders, “as that I have class this afternoon.”

He poured the Dane a cup and handed it to him before fixing himself one with just some added sugar. He took it to his kitchen table, sitting in one seat with his legs propped up on another, gesturing for Søren to take the one across.

“But it’s good you found your friend. Have you fixed whatever it was that happened back then?”