Søren
wonders 14 years ago
why she was escorted... or has a curfew.
its because the whole country is on a curfew. There was 11 killings in 48 hours.
... will keep a close eye on her.
doesn't need to be kept a close eye on. The fucking police won't even let her leave her house. She's snuck out so many times that there's a)
might be walking around aimlessly around...
he might be escorted out of the country before he can find her >>;;
wouldn't let that happen~
they're patrolling everywhere.
wearing his normal black coat, so he's hidden. ... Kind of.
he'd have to be insane to wear a black coat, or any kind of coat in her heat.
very attached to his coat... and is just turning up to her house.
the gates closed. She's coming out to open them now~
waits and looks around. He hadn't been here in a while..
nudges two dogs and a goat out of her way, waving to him as she swings open the gate for him.
smiles and walks in. "Hej. It's pretty dead tonight."
smiles a little, kissing his cheek in greeting. "That would be because everyone's at home against their will."
rolls his eyes, smirking a bit. "Well that's no fun."
grins a little "You think?" She goes to lock the gate before pausing. "You can drive that in through the gates you know." It would probably_
shrugs. "S'fine. If anything happens I'll have a fun time gettin' it back."
quirks an eyebrow "They will take out a gun, and shoot you the second you come out for your car"
shrugs. "Challenge accepted then." He smirked some more.
hums as he walked up to her house.
rolls her eyes and pushes aside the curtains in her doorway, waving him inside.
happily walks in and looks around. It had been a while since he had been here.
knows. She hasn't changed much. It's probably a little more messy since she's had to spend the nights finding something to do.
doesn't mind it. It was still cleaner than his place...
glad that he doesn't mind.
goes to sit on the couch and make himself at home.
stretches a little "Anything I can get you? Food or drink?"
hums. "Beer~?" He smiled to her.
can do that. She goes into the kitchen, bringing out two kinds. "I have Stag, and Carib"
shrugs, taking the Stag first. Beer was beer to him. Even if he prefered Danish beer...
figured he would like that one better anyways. Carib was more...sweet. She liked it anyways.
liked any kind of alcohol. He'd never turn it away, and he loved sweet things too!
let him have a Carib when he's done that then. "So what have you been up to?"
shrugs as he took a few sips of beer. "Ye know, the normal. Boss stuff, house repairs... things like that."
nods. "Sounds...like the same old. How's stuff with you and Berwald?"
almost chokes on his beer. "What do ye mean...?"
blinks at that. Now she knew there was something up. "Tell me"
shakes his head. "I don't know what ye mean..."
him a look "I'm not stupid. Nobody chokes on beer for no reason"
rolls his eyes. "Nothin's goin' on."