wasn't in any condition to get up or even open the door at this point and time.

knocks again, this time more impatiently.

stays on the couch, not moving.

grumbles under his breath, his other hand feeling the knife and salt in his pocket. He opened the door slowly. "Den?"

groans a bit. "Mmm..."

walks in to the living room, peering around the dark area with a scowl. "G't up." It was the middle of the afternoon, he had no reason to_

be asleep on the couch like a lazy idiot.

glares up at him. "Why should I?"

kicks the edge of the couch roughly and hovers near Den's feet. "'Cause I t'ld y' to."

growls a bit and sits up, keeping his legs on the couch. "What the hell? Get out of my house."

grabs one of Søren's feet and pulls it up forcefully. He quickly dug his blade in to the pads of his foot with his gaze focused darkly_

on the Dane.

lurks in the room over, keeping an eye on things with a scowl.

((... Pfft. XD))

(( Sorry, but someone has to make sure you guys don't kill each other ))

((... Odin dammit Sve. B/ ))

(( What? :3 ))

yelps in pain and tries to push himself up so there was less pressure on his leg.

continues to hold the leg up at an awkward angle. He held the knife in his teeth and took the salt from his pocket, smearing it in to the_

fresh wound.

narrows his eyes and steps into the room with a small cough.

cringes and closes his eyes, digging his nails into the couch cushions, trying to pull his foot away. "L-let go ye damn Swede!"

looks up at Norway with a blank expression. The knife was still in his teeth, and he was still smearing salt in the wounds.

tries kicking him away. "L-let GO!" Growls.

rubs the salt in deeper and dodges the kicking.

walks over to him. "Get. Out. NOW."

glares at Lukas but wipes his hand off on Søren's couch, followed by the knife. He'd have to clean that when he got home… "'F y' touch_

Astr'd 'r m'ke 'er cry again, I'll c't 'ff *all* 'f y'r l'mbs."

holds his foot close, glaring up at him. "J-just shut up. I'm sick of all this shit..."

narrows his eyes at Sweden. "Noted. Now get out before I return the favour in advance."

huffs. "Maybe I'll just touch her more..." He mumbled while trying to get the salt out of his foot.

had been about to leave when he heard that. His eyes narrowed at Søren, but he didn't bother making a threat. "Idiot."

punches Soren's arm. "You need to stop it, too."

hisses a bit and glares at the Swede, sticking his tongue out a bit.

wanted to cut the idiots tongue straight off… but he merely glared and turned to leave. He had ice cream to get still.

walks over to start treating Soren's foot.

sighs quietly, trying to keep from pulling his foot away. "Stupid idiot... I hate hi-... it. I hate it." He didn't know what to call

the Swede anymore.

scowls at his foot, not saying a word.

lays back down on the couch. "I gotta get back at it some how..."

smacks his leg.

hisses and sits up a bit. "What was that for?"

starts to clean some salt off him. "Don't make women cry."

winces as he did. "It's not a woman though..."

fixes him with a stare.

looks back at him. "What?"

goes back to work on his foot. "Idiot."

huffs a bit. "How?"

"You never learn."

raises his brow. "Learn what?"

"Anything. Where's the first aid kit?"

sighs. "In the bathroom..." Wiggles his foot a bit, hissing.

nods and gets up, walking over while watching him from the corner of his eye.

brings his foot up to look at it more. He sighed and put it on the floor, trying to get up on it.