New Housemate and Preserved Memories...

[berwaldsverige]

 Berwald was up early as usual, starting the coffee pot long before anyone else stirred in the household.

Everyone had been up late getting Tino's long time friend, Eduard, moved into the house since his dorm had almost burned to the ground.

He was being especially quiet as to not wake Eduard since his room was closest to the kitchen. Berwald let

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[siguard_norge]

Surprisingly, Siguard came wandering (perhaps staggering, he was less graceful when he first got up) "Morgen." He grunted, pouring himself a coffee. "Can't sleep." He added. "Got two hours."

He flopped down in his chair and stared into his coffee as though it could tell him his future and console him of the uncertainties.

[berwaldsverige]

"God morgon. I'm sorry about that." Berwald said sliding the sugar bowl toward Sigaurd's place at the table. They all always sat in the same chairs.

"Maybe some Melatonin tonight before bed might help?" Berwald suggested the over the counter hormone homeopathic pill to try and be of some assistance to the still grieving Norwegian. He truly felt bad for Siguard. He could understand how much he loved his brother and even though he'd never admit it, his mother too. In his own way. He had been hurt in much the same way Berwald had.

[siguard_norge]

"Perhaps. I'm a light sleeper by nature, so sometimes when I'm stressed I find it difficult to fall asleep and remain asleep." He sighed, dumping an extra scoop of sugar than he normally had into his coffee and stirring; staring into the depths of the fluid still

[berwaldsverige]

"I'm sure you're not losing touch, but perhaps they are giving you space to come to peace with yourself." Berwald offered with a sigh. He could relate to family trouble. In spades.

[darth_eduard]

Eduard, in a near instinctual morning routine, shuffled out of bed, collecting his glasses, towel and tooth brush before heading out the door. It seemed to take a lot longer to get to his bedroom door than he remembered it being as he had forgotten that he was no longer staying in his old dorm room. When he made it into the hallway, he blinked a few times to make sure he was well and truly awake and found himself wandering through a fair sized unfamiliar hallway in hopes of finding the restroom so he could make himself look presentable because, honestly, he felt like a train wreck

[siguard_norge]

"God morgen." Siguard sighed, proceeding to drink his coffee. Intuitively, he added, "When you're ready for your shower, the second door in your room isn't a closet, it leads to a private bathroom. Ivan had his own, some of his things may still be in there. It hasn't been used or entered since we returned." They had almost treated Erik and Ivan's rooms as rooms of those who had recently died. Barely entered. Doors kept shut. Siguard and Mads (who had returned early) had taken up the task of packaging up Ivan and Erik's things into boxes (that Mads happened to find behind the liquor store) and had made several trips with the addressed boxes, spent probably hundreds of dollars on 'fragile' status shipping, to get the two lost members of the family their things back. Mads had not done much with Ivan's bathroom, as it seemed the Russian had been rather conservative in the department of decoration. Ivan had emailed and said he didn't require any of his toiletries (he had ones in Russia after all) and all he wanted was the boxes of flea and

[berwaldsverige]

"The first morning in a new place is always disorientating." Berwald said getting up to fix a second cup of coffee.

"The standing rule of the morning, He who takes the last cup, starts a new pot." He added returning to the table to down his second cup of wake up juice.

[tino_suomi]

Yawning, Tino shuffled down the hallway. He had only one Moomin slipper on, the other had probably been pushed under the bed farther than his tired brain had cared to have him reach and so he'd settled for the one. "Oatmeal." He grunted, not harshly, but as though it was the best his brain could process. He was used to laying in bed, but not getting out of it, until he was good and ready, but he had to get his hockey gear in order because practice was today and he needed plenty of rib-sticking-to oatmeal and... well... he'd stayed up late dicking around helping Eduard move in. Luckily, for Tino making oatmeal was such second nature to him that he could make it on autopilot even with a fuzzy, sleepy brain.

"Morning Siguard, Eduard, love you Bear." He said, resting his head against a cabinet with only one eye half open so he would monitor his stirring.