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He shows up at Kas' house, some beer under his arms - and a loaf of black rye bread, just because he can. He doesn't so much as knock, since his hands are pretty full, as he barges his elbow up against the door multiple times to announce the other of his presence.

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

thecityoftowers:

Kasper almost wants to laugh when he heard the clumsy knocking against his door. It’s been a long time since he’s had any type of company at his only place, so he thanks the gods quietly when he looks around to see that the apartment isn’t in too much of a mess, just a half empty can of beer next to the half filled ashtray on the coffee table, both of which he grabs to throw out on the way to the door.

He all but beams when he sees the Estonian outside his door, arms and hands full of bread and beer. He chuckles light heartedly, shaking his head at the sight before turning and walking back into the living room, calling out over his shoulder to kick the damned door shut on his way in. “So, what gives me the pleasure of your wonderful company on this fine day?” He asks, tone thick with sarcasm though it’s meant in an endearing way.

Kasper chuckled but shifted then, swinging his legs around to rest them on the coffee table. He took another drag of the cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out, watching as it drifted slowly upwards, dissipating slowly in the air. He waited a short moment before smiling again and looking back at the Estonian. “Toss me a beer then, there can’t be a celebration with just bread.”

"Fuck the beer, I’m getting some butter then." He chuckled and made his way to the kitchen, rampaging through Kasper’s stuff before finding butter and bringing it to the living room with a butter knife. He sat back down on the couch - half on Kasper’s lap - and grabbed a beer, handing it over to Kas as well.

"You don’t think someone can be happy with just bread? Well then! I’d have to disagree -"

"Would you really go to a party and not take anything but bread?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to say this Riks but, though you could possibly do with just that, I think the other party goers wouldn’t like you that much."

1 month ago | 17 notes | ic tallinncalling

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He shows up at Kas' house, some beer under his arms - and a loaf of black rye bread, just because he can. He doesn't so much as knock, since his hands are pretty full, as he barges his elbow up against the door multiple times to announce the other of his presence.

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

thecityoftowers:

Kasper almost wants to laugh when he heard the clumsy knocking against his door. It’s been a long time since he’s had any type of company at his only place, so he thanks the gods quietly when he looks around to see that the apartment isn’t in too much of a mess, just a half empty can of beer next to the half filled ashtray on the coffee table, both of which he grabs to throw out on the way to the door.

He all but beams when he sees the Estonian outside his door, arms and hands full of bread and beer. He chuckles light heartedly, shaking his head at the sight before turning and walking back into the living room, calling out over his shoulder to kick the damned door shut on his way in. “So, what gives me the pleasure of your wonderful company on this fine day?” He asks, tone thick with sarcasm though it’s meant in an endearing way.

"Good thing I’m not an alcoholic then, huh?” He smiled and nodded when offered the bread. “Wouldn’t mind a beer with it either.”

"Smokeaholic maybe, how do you even taste anything through the tobacco?" He chided, even though he smoked himself from time to time. Reaching forward he took the bag of bread and opened it, tossing the bag with the bread in it to Kasper, as well as taking two beers out of a paper cart.

"Bread, bread, bread…. Have to love bread."

"Well at least I’m not the breadaholic." Kasper teased in return with a grin as he ripped some of the bread from the loaf. He took a bite before smiling at the other again. "Can’t blame you, though I would prefer at least some butter on it or something."

"I fucking love bread, don’t you even joke about that."He warned, although it was meant in jest as well. He jokingly nudged at the Dane’s legs, before lulling back and sinking into the couch. "Wish I could get you some  but I’m under two tons of Danish juvenile here."

Kasper chuckled but shifted then, swinging his legs around to rest them on the coffee table. He took another drag of the cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out, watching as it drifted slowly upwards, dissipating slowly in the air. He waited a short moment before smiling again and looking back at the Estonian. “Toss me a beer then, there can’t be a celebration with just bread.”

1 month ago | 17 notes | ic tallinncalling

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He shows up at Kas' house, some beer under his arms - and a loaf of black rye bread, just because he can. He doesn't so much as knock, since his hands are pretty full, as he barges his elbow up against the door multiple times to announce the other of his presence.

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

thecityoftowers:

Kasper almost wants to laugh when he heard the clumsy knocking against his door. It’s been a long time since he’s had any type of company at his only place, so he thanks the gods quietly when he looks around to see that the apartment isn’t in too much of a mess, just a half empty can of beer next to the half filled ashtray on the coffee table, both of which he grabs to throw out on the way to the door.

He all but beams when he sees the Estonian outside his door, arms and hands full of bread and beer. He chuckles light heartedly, shaking his head at the sight before turning and walking back into the living room, calling out over his shoulder to kick the damned door shut on his way in. “So, what gives me the pleasure of your wonderful company on this fine day?” He asks, tone thick with sarcasm though it’s meant in an endearing way.

"Good thing I’m not an alcoholic then, huh?” He smiled and nodded when offered the bread. “Wouldn’t mind a beer with it either.”

"Smokeaholic maybe, how do you even taste anything through the tobacco?" He chided, even though he smoked himself from time to time. Reaching forward he took the bag of bread and opened it, tossing the bag with the bread in it to Kasper, as well as taking two beers out of a paper cart.

"Bread, bread, bread…. Have to love bread."

"Well at least I’m not the breadaholic." Kasper teased in return with a grin as he ripped some of the bread from the loaf. He took a bite before smiling at the other again. "Can’t blame you, though I would prefer at least some butter on it or something."

1 month ago | 17 notes | ic tallinncalling
He shows up at Kas' house, some beer under his arms - and a loaf of black rye bread, just because he can. He doesn't so much as knock, since his hands are pretty full, as he barges his elbow up against the door multiple times to announce the other of his presence.

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

tallinncalling:

thecityoftowers:

thecityoftowers:

Kasper almost wants to laugh when he heard the clumsy knocking against his door. It’s been a long time since he’s had any type of company at his only place, so he thanks the gods quietly when he looks around to see that the apartment isn’t in too much of a mess, just a half empty can of beer next to the half filled ashtray on the coffee table, both of which he grabs to throw out on the way to the door.

He all but beams when he sees the Estonian outside his door, arms and hands full of bread and beer. He chuckles light heartedly, shaking his head at the sight before turning and walking back into the living room, calling out over his shoulder to kick the damned door shut on his way in. “So, what gives me the pleasure of your wonderful company on this fine day?” He asks, tone thick with sarcasm though it’s meant in an endearing way.

Kasper chuckled and stuck his own tongue out in retaliation. “Fine, I’ll accept that. Not gonna apologise for Dane-ing up your birthday though. Everyone’s better off with more Danish in their lives.”

"Only if those Danishes are pastries. Are you a pastry, Kasper? You look kind of pale and undercooked if you are." He gave the Dane’s legs a firm pat, grinning now. The other was one of the few capitals as old as him that could be as childish as him, it was endearing and nice for a change.

"Plus, all this talk about how much you drink and - don’t you drink mainly beer? Beer is pretty weak, considering, man."

He shrugged. “Beer is what I drink on a day to day basis… It’s actually been a while since I’ve been out drinking properly though.” His lips twitched into a small smile. “I might have turned into another shitty lightweight” he joked, grinning up at the other.

"Beer is what most folks drink, you drink spirits on a faily basis you’re an alcoholic, pretty much. Something like that anyway - hey, want some bread? I don’t care for all those fancy smorgas toppings or anything, but just some good ole bread." Riki tucked his legs under his body, sinking further in to the couch.

"Good thing I’m
Not an alcoholic then, huh?” He smiled and nodded when offered the bread. “Wouldn’t mind a beer with it either.”

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