rotjeknor:

*Very true. Why do you think he shaves. Aside from looking ridiculous with a beard, too.*

I got that, you’re fine. But I’d like to know how it happened. You’re not the most reckless of people, and you’re working a safe office job. How do you get in an accident? That’s just strange.

[he looks too young withou his beard. Once mistaken for Koenraad he’s never shaving again. He just remembered.]

If safety isn’t your concern then well… I hit a bump and I fell off my bike. I’m not sure what you want me to say. I’m a bit fuzzy on details. Accidents happen you know.

…safety is definitely a concern, but I believe you on your word when you say you’re fine. I doubt you’d be lying, now. *He doesn’t entirely believe the story, though.* Ah. Of course.

But now everything was good? No strange… medicines and… well, you know.

rotjeknor  

rotjeknor:

lagelanden:

rotjeknor:

Oh. I had an accident by the bridge. It’s fine now. I’m already healed. [good because he’s not a vain man usually but he noticed some grey and it upset him a bit]

I don’t care if you’re fine now. An accident…what kind of accident? And why do I have to hear this from Koen? 

*He has grey hairs too. What does it matter.*

[but they’re not on your face. They’re distinguishing on your head. But he doesn’t want to look 40] It wasn’t seriously I broke my tibia. It healed. I’m fine. What’s there to tell you? [that cunt. He had to say something]

*Very true. Why do you think he shaves. Aside from looking ridiculous with a beard, too.*

I got that, you’re fine. But I’d like to know how it happened. You’re not the most reckless of people, and you’re working a safe officce job. How do you get in an accident? That’s just strange.

rotjeknor  

rotjeknor:

lagelanden:

rotjeknor:

lagelanden heeft gezegd: ..hello, Tijmen.

[DROPS THE BOX] …hello, Willem. [grunts softly as he bends to pick up he box and set it back. Maybe he’ll just shave instead.]

*He pays no attention to the box.* 

Care to explain how you got into the hospital?

Oh. I had an accident by the bridge. It’s fine now. I’m already healed. [good because he’s not a vain man usually but he noticed some grey and it upset him a bit]

I don’t care if you’re fine now. An accident…what kind of accident? And why do I have to hear this from Koen? 

*He has grey hairs too. What does it matter.*

rotjeknor  

rotjeknor:

lagelanden heeft gezegd: ..hello, Tijmen.

[DROPS THE BOX] …hello, Willem. [grunts softly as he bends to pick up he box and set it back. Maybe he’ll just shave instead.]

*He pays no attention to the box.* 

Care to explain how you got into the hospital?

rotjeknor   I saw xD  

nenitsuita:

lagelanden

I can see how that would give you difficulties. *Completely serious face. Just wait until it’s your birthday Keiko. He’ll pay you back.*

You suppose? You better make time. I mean, you came all the way here.

[His lack of expression is throwing her off. You stop that, Willem. Or she’ll pout at you.]

「Then I do have time! Thank you. 」

*He can do this for a very long time - but he won’t. Relax, he’s joking.*

That’s what I thought. You don’t come here often, after all. *He glances at his watch. Is it lunchtime? Well, why not*

nenitsuita  

nenitsuita:

lagelanden

I have to tell you, this is a very creative gift. Stucking a hat on a plush cat. It’s different from the usual things. I can appreciate that.

Do you want to get some food? I’m paying.

「The difficult part was sticking the hat on the cat. Such hard work was put into it, can’t you see? 」

[Of course, she’s just joshing, laughing a bit.]

[-!]

「I suppose I have time. 」

I can see how that would give you difficulties. *Completely serious face. Just wait until it’s your birthday Keiko. He’ll pay you back.*

You suppose? You better make time. I mean, you came all the way here.

nenitsuita  

wietkoning:

But I didn’t really know you until I was like, what, ten? [he can’t remember when he was handed over to the county of Holland to be honest.] I’ve got my garden and such. And Den Haag isn’t all that great. Eva’s sweet but Joop’s a real dick sometimes. [and a favorite business partner! not gonna lie] and the people are kinda stuck up. Haha, kakker. All over. Don’t blame ya for leaving. But I’m a city boy now and probably for good so. Suit yourself.

Yeah, more coffee would be nice. [he’s happy to hear the small bit of praise] The floods were probably the worst. Drowning is at the top of deaths I’ve endured. Wars… Ehh… [he had too many hands in the pot with those and he shuts up as soon as he’s compared to an old person]

My math? Haha. My math is the one thing that’s never off. I’m like a walking calculator. Best damn tax agent you ever had. And they don’t know because they got technology. The schools probably don’t say much about it either. We should fix that.

I know, but it’s still… I don’t know, cramped. Those small, tall houses… I prefer this. Two floors, a basement, an attic, big garden shed, big garden…and I can actually park my car on a driveway, instead of trying to fit it in one of the parking spots next to a canal. I like it here. Wait - do you even drive a car? How did you get here?

Right on it. *He picks up Koen’s cup as well and refills both in the kitchen, then carefully carries them back.* There you go. Floods… I definitely don’t miss those. The fourteenth century was a bad one for floods. It was a bad century for everything.  *Now, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Willem.*  Glad that’s behind us.

For a moment I forgot who I was talking to. You were right. For some reason I thought it was longer ago. *He laughs a bit. That certainly was true.*  You have a knack for finances, I give you that….hm, we should. But it would take years before the idea could even go through. Even if we are lucky enough and the suggestion gets approved to be up for discussion in the Second Chamber… probably not, they need to have a majority, then the First Chamber also has to approve it, then the minister of Education has to do something with that idea, but how it’ll be executed is up to him, or her. It’s not that easily changed. Sadly.

wietkoning  

monpaysmesamours:

lagelanden:

*He can’t see the phone anywhere. Alright, he’ll properly place his jacket on a hanger.*

No, I’m here. In the hall. I’m not sure where to look. That thing could be anywhere. How do you even know it’s in the house? 

Sorry, Wim, but the phone thing — it was just to get you to stay for a while.

//She’s holding a painting in her arms — she made it herself// I know it’s really cliché, but I had zero inspiration up until yesterday and I stayed up all night to make it — happy birthday.

//Look at that happy smile of hers, she’s so proud over the painting//

*He turns around* I wasn’t really planning to go anywhere. I don’t make five minute trips to Canada. That’s a bit of a waste - *He stares at it, then back at her.* You did that in one single night? 

*He answers the smile with one of his own.* It’s beautiful. Thanks.

monpaysmesamours  

monpaysmesamours:

lagelanden:

*He’ll hang it there later. I thought getting your phone was so damn important.*

I know. There are certain lessons in life you only need to get taught once. *He opens the fridge; the cake is quite easily spotted and he glances at it. …that was Dutch. Shit. He probably wasn’t supposed to see that. So he immediately closes the door of the fridge and takes a few steps backwards. Okay. Phone. First priority. Don’t let her know you looked in the fridge.*

//Gosh, it would have taken you ten seconds. Besides, the phone thing was a distraction//

//And she’s skipping down the stairs with the gift in her hands// Still in the kitchen, Willem?!

*He can’t see the phone anywhere. Alright, he’ll properly place his jacket on a hanger.*

No, I’m here. In the hall. I’m not sure where to look. That thing could be anywhere. How do you even know it’s in the house? 

monpaysmesamours  

monpaysmesamours:

lagelanden:

monpaysmesamours:

//I am very innocent, can’t you tell?//

The luckiest. //Squints a bit at his jacket, but hey, she will survive// 

You better stay downstairs, because my bedroom’s upstairs. Start with the kitchen. //Points to their right//

*It’s not a dirty jacket at all. He’ll pick it up later. Stop squinting at it.* 

My thoughts exactly… I’m not going to rummage into a woman’s bedroom. Or anyone’s bedroom.  *He goes off to the kitchen. And he’ll secretly also check what she has in the fridge. Maybe she baked something good.*

//But she has a hanger for it by the door. It’s meant to be used//

A wise choice. //And she’ll go upstairs to her room, but not to look for her phone — she’s actually going to get Willem’s gift. And she has baked something good. Just a simple strawberry cake, which is beautifully decorated with oranges (sorry, Willem, but she’s that person) and has a written “Hartelijk gefeliciteerd met je verjaardag” in the middle — made from chocolate sauce//

*He’ll hang it there later. I thought getting your phone was so damn important.*

I know. There are certain lessons in life you only need to get taught once. *He opens the fridge; the cake is quite easily spotted and he glanes at it. …that was Dutch. Shit. He probably wasn’t supposed to see that. So he immediately closes the door of the fridge and takes a few steps backwards. Okay. Phone. First priority. Don’t let her know you looked in the fridge.*

monpaysmesamours