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Further north? Even more isolated. But that’s what he’s here for, isn’t he? “Ja... of course. As long as ya’r in there I come og annoy the shit outta ya!” As the Norwegian wishes, he took it as an invitation. “Imma make ya breakfast!” For it looks like Kristians hasn’t eaten for some time. Again.

“I had shopping planned, but that can be done in the evening of tomorrow, so I am for the most part, free, yes,” Well, at least Mathias seemed happy enough about any of this, so that was good enough for him to push back that particular chore. And if he got drunk today, he could stay sober tomorrow. “Why do you ask?”

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Shopping isn’t something too important, he thinks as the alcohol began corrupting his mind steadily. “Good. Thought ‘bout spendin’ the day with ya-- bein’ cosy, ya know?” Another chuckle. honest this time. “Love stayin’ at ya house.” If only because it makes him feel wanted.

“I had shopping planned, but that can be done in the evening of tomorrow, so I am for the most part, free, yes,” Well, at least Mathias seemed happy enough about any of this, so that was good enough for him to push back that particular chore. And if he got drunk today, he could stay sober tomorrow. “Why do you ask?”

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A fairly enthusiastic nod, being offered a quick shower always meant he was welcome enough to sleep inside. Funnily enough. He’s satisfied with it. “Probably yes--” Considering how often he slept there, he woudln’t be too surprised. “Is there anything’ ya have to do tomorrow or are ya free?”

“..Aah,” He had, yes, but not because of expecting company. He’d just wanted to feel clean. Of course, he’ll probably stink of alcohol after tonight and have to shower again the day after, but that was acceptable, since as he lived alone, except for a puffin that would be coming to live with him soon, he could shower when he wished to. “Do you want to borrow my shower in the morning? I probably have some clothes of yours around here, somewhere.”

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For a sole moment Mathias wonders if he would be allowed to sleep in the Norwegians homely house, without needing to ask. Asking has always been proving to be awkward. “Did ya shower earlier?” He asks instead, burying his nose into his hair. Not drunk. Then another sip-

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

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“Isn’t it polite to greet ya guests? Hha. Anyway-- I came for cheese. Heard ya had good ones so here I am for testing!”

Monsieur Danemark

“More visitors, huh…? What do you need?”

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He could have blushed in juvenile embarrassment, if he were anywhere close the age to be. A few hundred years less and he would. Though now, he simply smiled with uncertainty. “To those.” Excuse him for kissing the Norwegians temple, almost an reflex to the compliment.

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

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The twitch of his lips should be answer enough, still, the Dane murmurs a quiet. “Tak.” As the other man pats his shoulder lightly and pours him his class. Comfortable. “To fools?” He suddenly asks, rising his class for a toast, smile wider as he casts it towards Kristian.

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

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Another laugh, from tight lips. “Don’t worry hah! Who’s bleedin’ on my back seat, huh?” Again, humour misplaced. his way of coping. “Okay. Just don’t. Also no movement. When we arrive I’ll run inside.” Only five minutes more.

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Not need, not exactly. “Learnt that. Stubbornness ripped me off of too many things.” Almost a joke, if the painful past wouldn’t be true at all. “Ya don’t want to?” Certain hate plays a part, against himself. He hated to need Kristian. And he would hate himself if he wouldn’t. No matter, he takes another sip. “Could ya pour me some vodka?”

“..You give in too easily, sometimes, you really shouldn’t,” Commenting on his backtracking in a rather light tone, he doesn’t offer up the bitter amusement he feels, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to do the same. “Ah, do you need me to?”

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For a walk.He could laugh, if the situation would be anything near humorous. “Don’t move, best even don’t touch, Bleedin’ has stopped for the most part, so if ya let it be it will be fine.” Clinical speech. “Please...” Not any more. He’s more than worried. 

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A devils tongue indeed. “Undskyld. Let’s just drink, okay?” Quickly, he back pedals to still have some... common ground. “Would ya sit beside me though?” Maybe a bit too much to ask, uncertain as he is. He doesn’t want to fight, but he also doesn’t want to left a word unsaid. Too often it happened already.

“You, I, it’s always happening,” Shrugging, he sets the glasses on the table, dropping down on a chair to keep some space between them. “Ah, perhaps I will let him hear me say so if only because of the amusement factor. I should probably also consider insulting his tea and fashion sense, now that I think about it.”