MY BAD. BUT I'M SLOWLY CATCHING UP~! ROW ROW, FIGHT DA POWAH! >A<axkingforitDecember 20 2010, 18:29:06 UTC
"You know, I get the bad feelin' this is gonna get to be a habit with you and me, Myhre." Søren huffed as he finally caught up to the shorter boy who had the oddest expression on his face when the Dane made his arrival.
"You walkin' off, me chasin' you, you walkin' off anyway...have mercy, end the vicious cycle!" he teased, tugging playfully on the hood of Sindre's coat.
DON'T CATCH UP. GO AWAY. GO FAR AWAY.talks_to_nisseDecember 23 2010, 05:54:59 UTC
No. No. Nonononononononononononononono.
Nielsen was never out this early. He always stayed behind. Always. Sindre didn't know whether it was to harass some other poor kid or just to plan pranks with his friends, and he didn't care. All that mattered is that Nielsen was never there. Why did he choose the last day of break to mix up his habits?
Knocking away the hand that pulled at his coat, Sindre scowled at Nielsen. Keeping up his internal mantra of "Go away, go away," he resumed walking at Nielsen's question.
And Nielsen followed. Of course he followed. "It would end faster if you stopped following me," he muttered. "How about we try that?"
*selective hearing is a go*axkingforitJanuary 13 2011, 23:28:08 UTC
"Aw, Myhre. Playin' hard to get?" the Dane cooed, following close behind.
"Det er jeg ked af men you're not quite my type, y'know? 'Sides, I got nothin' better to do. And before you call it stalking--" he raised a finger to stem any protest and fixed the back of Sindre's head with a stern expression, "It is not stalking. It is me havin' a vested interested in keeping boredom away. 'Cause I can either talk to you for a while willingly or throw rocks at your window until y'talk to me anyway."
Yes, go. Away, quickly. Please.talks_to_nisseJanuary 14 2011, 08:31:16 UTC
"I'm not playing anything. If you're looking for a boytoy, you can go somewhere else," Sindre snapped back. "And I'll call it what it is. You don't need to entertain yourself with me. Go stave of boredom with one of your friends," stressing the last word as if it were the magic key to get this annoyance away.
He rolled his eyes at the last bit. "And do you actually think threatening me is going to make me want you around. You're dumber than I thought, Nielsen."
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"You walkin' off, me chasin' you, you walkin' off anyway...have mercy, end the vicious cycle!" he teased, tugging playfully on the hood of Sindre's coat.
"And now you're...staring at me. What?"
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Nielsen was never out this early. He always stayed behind. Always. Sindre didn't know whether it was to harass some other poor kid or just to plan pranks with his friends, and he didn't care. All that mattered is that Nielsen was never there. Why did he choose the last day of break to mix up his habits?
Knocking away the hand that pulled at his coat, Sindre scowled at Nielsen. Keeping up his internal mantra of "Go away, go away," he resumed walking at Nielsen's question.
And Nielsen followed. Of course he followed. "It would end faster if you stopped following me," he muttered. "How about we try that?"
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"Det er jeg ked af men you're not quite my type, y'know? 'Sides, I got nothin' better to do. And before you call it stalking--" he raised a finger to stem any protest and fixed the back of Sindre's head with a stern expression, "It is not stalking. It is me havin' a vested interested in keeping boredom away. 'Cause I can either talk to you for a while willingly or throw rocks at your window until y'talk to me anyway."
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He rolled his eyes at the last bit. "And do you actually think threatening me is going to make me want you around. You're dumber than I thought, Nielsen."
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