Kalmar dated clothes he still had. He'd give them to a museum or something, but he thinks those are too personal. After he finishes those,_

he gets a more recent box. It has his wedding band, and some pictures he took. He puts the wedding band on and smiles at the pictures,_

those will definetely stay. He also found an old photo album that he... knows doesn't belong to him... and knows he'll have to return it_

soon. Laying down on his stomach, over his old tunic, he starts to flip the album pages, glad to see those pictures. Stopping at one_

particular foto, he yawns. He was tired from all the work and can't help falling asleep on top of it.

sends him a message. [I have some stuff of yours here at home still, old photos. Want?]

wakes up with the cell phone ringing, picks it up and reads. [Ja. Got some of yours too. Want?]

[yep. I'll send via mail, you send mine back, plz. Oh, sorry bout bitchin over Grøn, visit her whenever.]

[want to come over and get them?]

[maybe by night, but I'lll have to be quick, or Jansen'll have my throat.]

yawns and turns with his back laying on the tunic. [You jerk, have no time for me anymore. ]

frowns. Huh? [busy. Navy - morning and pub - night. Fuck, I sold my car, forget it, I can't pick things. Send via mail.]

rolls his eyes. [Plz, use the money I send you every month. Srsly. Quit being so proud. I'll send tomorrow.]

[okay, I'll send mine if not tomorrow, next. Stop mentioning this money. Don't bother sending, use for charity.]

[Stop being so...] he thought for a moment. [...headstrong. It's your right to have it, use it.]

[No.]

[Yes.]

[No. Shut up.]

[I'm not talking, I'm writing.]

takes a long while to reply. [You got it. Really, donate for homeless kids, buy a sheep. I dun want the money.]

[I have to pay you, or else I'll go to jail.] siiighs. [Really, Den, if not for me, do it for your daughter.]

[jail is better than they say.] grins. [She doesn't want it, said so. Ask her.]

[Maybe I'll find love in jail.] rolls his eyes. [Why don't you two just exclude me from your lives?]

[if you say so, ok.]

groans and turns on his stomach again. [Why do I love you, anyway? Have a great night, Kongeriget Danmark.] turns on his back again, pissed.

[oh, thanks for wishing me luck at the lille show~! >u< How did you know, btw? O.o]

[Die. A paiful death.]

*painful

[Geez...] he laughs, since he arrived at the phone [Listen, I aklfja-] it is sent with a voice audio of glass breaking. Then, the cell dies.

glares at it and throws the phone at the closest wall. Tonight's one of those nights he'll cry himself to sleep.