Birthday Dinner

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Willem and Sindre
When: Thursday, May 17th, 7 pm.
Where: Willem's apartment
What: A simple meal for Sindre's birthday..

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre didn't consider himself superstitious. Oh, he did many things that could be considered superstitious. But he knew they not only worked, but how and why they worked. And somehow, having knowledge didn't seem to fit the definition of superstition.

Still, he had cleared his work schedule for the whole week, not wanting to go near the shop so close to the anniversary of the fire. Which is part of the reason why he had taken Wilm up on his offer of dinner instead of spending it with Valdi and Berwald. They had been around him so often in those following weeks; he just needed something different.

It didn't take Wilm long to answer his door. Sindre started to greet him, but his brain processed the music coming from the other man's apartment first. Instead, he raised one eyebrow.

"Interesting music choice."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem's ears went the slightest bit red at the comment, and he looked back at the cd player in the living room before he realized he was doing it.

Had Sindre heard him singing.

Deciding he didn't want the answer, he stepped back to allow the Norwegian into the apartment.

"Better than that junk you subject me to."

Which was a bit unfair, considering said junk was growing on him. But he wasn't about to let the other man know that or he'd never hear the end of it. So instead, he instructed Sindre to grab himself a beer and went back to cooking.

[talks_to_nisse]

"Metal is a perfectly legitimate music style!" Sindre protested. "It is hardly junk."

He stole a beer as he continued grumbling. "Fine birthday this is, being invited over to have my music preferences insulted."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem made an amused noise from the stove, turning down the heat as he added a dash of beer to the mix for flavor.

"Legitimate it may, but "music" is debatable," he replied with a smirk. "And I was under the impression that you were here for the food."

He gestured towards the table, where plates were already set out.

"Almost ready."