WHO: Feliciano, Sindre, Søren
WHEN: Wednesday October 6th, afternoon
WHERE: Vargas Mansion, the “photo shoot room”
WHAT: Søren drags Sindre into what must be the most horrible and awkward day of his life. At least there’s money and free food?
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"Sindre! Why are you here?" The other person had to be Søren, the one who'd volunteered on his blog. Oh they were friends how amazing. "Ah, you're the friend he mentioned? Good, good. Everyone's ready so come on inside." Still smiling he stepped back, ushering them inside.
"Follow close, sí? It's easy to get lost in here."
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(After all, common sense was proving to be rather rare…)
As they were dragged invited inside, Søren ignored the ridiculous urge to grab onto Sindre as they were led through a fucking mansion (fucking mansion, fucking rich people) that could really only be described as overbearing or even intimidating-
-and what did he mean by everyone? Fuck.
Søren felt a coil of trepidation curl sourly in his stomach, knowing immediately that he’d been (however unknowingly) misled and had dragged Sindre into with him. Fantastiske. The Norwegian was already pissed at him for some reason or another, and he’d kind of been hoping that today could’ve been maybe been step one in finding out what the hell was the matter, or at least step one in…something. That not-so-common sense wasn’t exactly clicking in at the moment.
“So, uh…” he began nervously, fingers twitching anxiously inside his coat pockets, “…hi?”
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