fortroughs:

lagelanden:

fortroughs:

Me!

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I’m the party. It’s me. 

*Of course. Well, he’s not going to argue with a child’s logic. Even if the child is over seventy.*

It’s a bit of a small party, with just one person, isn’t it?

Nope!!

Because I brought the party to everyone else. Now everybody can be in the party!

*He’s utterly confused.*

I really have no idea what you’re going on about. Everyone’s having a party on its own? 

fortroughs  

wietkoning:

lagelanden:

I don’t have cake, I’ve got an apple pie in the fridge. With raisins. *He raises his eyebrows towards the man. He really was deperate to get his milk.* If you don’t want to drink anything else… go for it, I guess. I’ll pay you back.

I thought it was gonna be like last year with the usual. But if it’s apple, coffee works. [you saved yourself a few euros there buddy. He’s not /that/ desperate. Only if it was something he’d choke on otherwise. Chugging hot coffee isn’t fun. There’s a method behind the madness] You do have cream right—

The usual? I’m not sure what you’re talking about. But I’ll make us some coffee, then. You can sit outside if you want. I’ll be there in a minute or so.

*He gets the pie out of the fridge and places them on the counter.* Of course I have cream… how else do you think I drink my coffee?

wietkoning  

wietkoning:

*He closes the door behind him and follows him to the kitchen. There he gestures towards the open door to the garden.* I’ve got a couple chairs outside… you can find cushions in the garden shed - milk? Are you serious? I don’t think I’ve got that in the fridge.

Yes. Milk— I don’t do the coffee thing with cake. It tastes better with milk. [pauses where he’s standing] If you don’t have milk, I can run to the store real quick. [its imperative obviously]

I don’t have cake, I’ve got an apple pie in the fridge. With raisins. *He raises his eyebrows towards the man. He really was deperate to get his milk.* If you don’t want to drink anything else… go for it, I guess. I’ll pay you back.

wietkoning  

karsk-og-kofter:

lagelanden:

*He’s not intimidated by your glare. Really not.* It just doesn’t cooperate nicely with what I believe. Of course I’m defensive.

Knowing myself, I probably would. *He shrugs.* And you shouldn’t. On a happier topic, how’s your garden going? I know you were busy reorganising the thing when you painted your house.

[//continues to glare anyway]
Well too fucking bad. You can’t disprove my magic and I can’t convince you it’s real, but you can stop being such a stick in the mud about something that doesn’t concern, regard or even affect you.

[//sneers. What a utterly pathetic topic change]
Fine. Had some friend over to help plant the last of them, but the heat is making a lot of them unhappy.

I told you I was going to give it a rest. I’m not in the mood for an argument. It’s a nice day, and I like to keep it like that.

*Oh shut up. He’s genuinely interested.*

Just water them regularly and they’ll be fine. They’re tough plants. They won’t wither that easily.

karskogkofter   well it's okay Erik xD   They will always clash on that subject  

kokaitohaji:

lagelanden

You certainly put my heart at ease. *He rolls his eyes.* I expect a cup of tea at least, though.

A management game? But then in some sort of wacko cutesy style? It sounds interesting, but I thought those were generally geared towards kids. And therefore a little easy.

 「You won’t leave here without a cup, I promise you. 」
[…]
「Ah, yes, well, it’s a little more complex seeing how you have something to do each day. Even not playing for a few days can throw you off. It’s like Pokémon; you can technically beat it but there’s always something to do afterwards. That’s what makes it addicting. 」

Hm, good. I wasn’t going to. I like your tea. I think you might’ve noticed that already.

*It does pique his interest a little.* That’s one demanding little game. I don’t think I know what Pokémon is…but this thing is rather charming. These people look funky, though.

kokaitohaji  

wietkoning:

lagelanden:

wietkoning:

[pokes his chest] No, now you’re touched. And I don’t like doorbells. [glances up to the sky. He hasn’t come this far south in awhile] Yeah yeah, outside sounds good. Can’t waste the good weather inside.

*…Right. That’s a stupid pun.*

I do like them. Especially when I’m upstairs, because I really won’t hear you knocking. Or when the dishwasher is on. That thing makes huge noise. 

*He opens the door further* Come on, now. Straight through the hall and kitchen. You’ll find it I’m sure. Want anything to drink?

[Its a great pun. Don’t be so touchy]

Well if ya didn’t come to the door quick I would’ve used the doorbell or sent ya a text. [and he slips on through. This is usually opposite with Willem coming up to see him so it takes him a moment to get used to his surroundings again as he walks] Milk, please.

*He closes the door behind him and follows him to the kitchen. There he gestures towards the open door to the garden.* I’ve got a couple chairs outside… you can find cushions in the garden shed - milk? Are you serious? I don’t think I’ve got that in the fridge.

wietkoning  

karsk-og-kofter:

lagelanden:

And you keep trying to convince me. Let’s just give it a rest - my life’s not miserable at all. What are you talking about? I’m quite happy with the things as they’re going now.

*He hides a small laugh. That was a double meaning, Erik.* I understand.

[//glares] I haven’t tried in ages. I simply mentioned magic.
By odin’s remaining eye, you’re so in denial you’re actually defensive.

[//crosses his arms]
I could probably put on the most amazing show and you’d write it off as a hallucination - so I refrain. I’m not wasting wonders on people to blind to appreciate it.

*He’s not intimidated by your glare. Really not.* It just doesn’t cooperate nicely with what I believe. Of course I’m defensive.

Knowing myself, I probably would. *He shrugs.* And you shouldn’t. On a happier topic, how’s your garden going? I know you were busy reorganising the thing when you painted your house.

karskogkofter  

wietkoning:

lagelanden:

wietkoning replied to your post “[guess who’s here for cake. Like always.] [knock knock]”

Hoi. Hartelijk gefeliciteerd met je verjaardag. [just leans into the doorway. Yes. Cake is my calling in life.]

I’m so touched.

…you know I’ve got a doorbell. You can use that. Alright, come in. Although, we could sit outside, in the backyard. It’s nice out there.

[pokes his chest] No, now you’re touched. And I don’t like doorbells. [glances up to the sky. He hasn’t come this far south in awhile] Yeah yeah, outside sounds good. Can’t waste the good weather inside.

*…Right. That’s a stupid pun.*

I do like them. Especially when I’m upstairs, because I really won’t hear you knocking. Or when the dishwasher is on. That thing makes huge noise. 

*He opens the door further* Come on, now. Straight through the hall and kitchen. You’ll find it I’m sure. Want anything to drink?

wietkoning   ooh really? that's awesome c:  

kokaitohaji:

lagelanden

*That just makes him crack up.* Really? I have to say, that’s a very personal gift, Kiku. I appreciate that.

*He takes a peek at the little computer screen* What’s that? The game.

 「It’s the least I could do for an old man like you. 」
[Look at how smug he is, amazing.]
「Animal Crossing. You are forced into mayoral status and must keep your people happy. Also everything is bought in bells. You’d like it. 」

You certainly put my heart at ease. *He rolls his eyes.* I expect a cup of tea at least, though.

A management game? But then in some sort of wacko cutesy style? It sounds interesting, but I thought those were generally geared towards kids. And therefore a little easy.

kokaitohaji  

karsk-og-kofter:

lagelanden:

Sure it’s not. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of those mockery gifts.

*No, that’s just a lame joke Erik.* You’re still convinced magic can actually do things? 

Not at all. It is a very useful gift. 

[//rolls his eyes]
Hey, look. You don’t have to try to disprove magic every time I mention it. If you don’t want to believe then that’s fine - you can go on with your miserable grey life devoid of wonder. None of my business.
But it’s getting really old that you can’t even wrap your mind around the fact that I see things you don’t.

And you keep trying to convince me. Let’s just give it a rest - my life’s not miserable at all. What are you talking about? I’m quite happy with the things as they’re going now.

*He hides a small laugh. That was a double meaning, Erik.* I understand.

karskogkofter