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oranje_windmill in lolocracy

Before We Tiptoe Through The Tulips......

Sep 17, 2011 23:01

Who: Wilm and Sindre
When: Saturday afternoon, September 17
Where: Wilm's apartment
What: It's time to plant the tulips.

( We must plant them first. )

this is how we do it in my country, status: complete, we so cool, norway, perfection forms good bonds, old oranje, this is relevant to my interests, tulip day is important!, netherlands, this is normal shit, thursday is laundry day

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talks_to_nisse September 18 2011, 19:49:32 UTC

Sindre couldn't help but smile as he looked over the paintings on the pots. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the national pride pot, and the pet pot was amusing. It was the one depicting Wilm's unofficial family, however, that caused the soft smile on his face.

Glancing from his bulb to the pot to the dirt, Sindre rested his hands on the newspaper under him. "How much dirt was required, again?"

oranje_windmill September 19 2011, 00:46:29 UTC

Willem leaned against the open balcony doors, watching as Sindre examined the pots. He saw the soft smile as the Norwegian picked up the last pot, and it made him smile softly as well since he knew Sindre got it.

"They need to be covered by about half an inch of soil."

He gestured towards where his feet were.

"They'll stay out here till it starts to freeze, then I'll bring them inside. They should blossom in the spring."

...dude. Søren doesn't have an animal. talks_to_nisse September 19 2011, 03:31:03 UTC

Nodding, Sindre grabbed a handful of dirt. "I can't recall what color I purchased," he replied almost apologetically. "Is there a particular color you would have preferred?"

It didn't take long to fill in a bottom layer, and he shook his hands off to get the larger clods off.

"Could you hand me a bulb?"

What would he be, you think? oranje_windmill September 19 2011, 03:57:48 UTC

He handed over a bulb, then grabbed one of his own to put in the pot he had added soil to.

"Not really. It'll be interesting to see come spring."

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talks_to_nisse September 27 2011, 04:31:04 UTC

Sindre poked at Wilm's scar. "Idiot," he replied, far more affection bleeding through than if he were anywhere near sober. "Can see how you an' Søren are friends, getting mucked up like that."

Sindre swirled the remaining drink in his glass, before downing it in one go. "Hhow'd you two meet, anyhow?

oranje_windmill September 27 2011, 04:46:15 UTC

He went a little bit cross eyed trying to look at the finger poking his scar, which told him he was far less then sober.

"In Amsterdam," he replied. "I was baby sitting some idiot, they saw him leaning up against a lamp post in the red light district and wanted to know how much for him, and he responded by taunting them.

He poured a bit more drink.

"Eventually he kissed me, and the idiot punched me."

He paused with the glass on the way to his mouth.

"I'm still not sure how we got to friends from that," he admitted.

talks_to_nisse September 28 2011, 13:39:48 UTC

Sindre's whole body visibly drooped at that story. "'S not fair," he responded. "You kiss 'im, an' you're best friends. I kiss him, an' he runs away forever."

oranje_windmill September 29 2011, 03:46:43 UTC

"He kissed me."

It was only after the words left his mouth that he realized they probably shouldn't have.

"But he wasn't half in love with me. I was just someone he could annoy."

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