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oranje_windmill in lolocracy

An Evening With A Friend

Aug 24, 2011 00:10

Who: Wilm and Kai
When: Tuesday, August 23, evening
Where: Wilm’s Apartment
What: It has been way too long since Kai and Wilm have hung out.

( Is always nice. )

here have some comfort, bad day at the office, brightening your day the danish way~, and how does that make you feel?, status: incomplete, netherlands, fristaden christiania

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danskannabis August 24 2011, 12:20:35 UTC

As Willem opened the door he would be greeted not with the full on-slot of zealous Danish teenager bodyslamming him into the floor with a hug (or at least, not quite yet). Instead Kai was crouched on the ground, where he straightened the hem of something that looked much like a doormat. Behind him sat an old rickety pull wagon filled to the brim with items such as gauze, antiseptic, aspirin, icy-hot, ice cream, soda, and an oversized teddy bear with a 'get well' balloon jammed into his paw ( ... )

oranje_windmill August 24 2011, 13:00:27 UTC

For a second Willem just blinked at the other man's cart, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Then he couldn't help but huff in amusement. He himself had said that Kai never did anything by halves.

"I got into a fight on the football field. It looks worse then it is." Stepping back, he made room for Kai to bring himself and the cart on in.

danskannabis August 24 2011, 13:12:33 UTC

He carefully considered for a moment whether it was appropriate to fling himself whole-heartedly into his normal 'Hallo Willem, I have missed you, this is how much I have missed you, I hope you don't break anything' sort of hugs, or if he should be more reserved, more gentle. There was always the possibility that he might hurt the Dutchman further, and that fate may in fact align itself with the stars that spelled out for a beating with a broken lawn chair.

He'd border on the edge of safety.

After he had passed the threshold with wagon and all Kai dropped the handle, turning to confront Willem with his arms hanging like some awkward bird in midair. "Is it okay to hug you, or will I kill you if I try?" He asked with a pathetic frown taped to his face. "Who the hell did you fight with?"

oranje_windmill August 24 2011, 20:48:27 UTC

Willem huffed, half in exasperation and half in amusement, and stepped around the wagon to give the younger man a quick hug.

"Some Spaniard on the other team," he replied, scowling a bit at the memory. "And I'm fine."

Well, he still had a small headache, but the aspirin was kicking in and he was sure it'd go away pretty soon.

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