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                               “Barnet må lære å krype før det kan gå.” 

Norway reaches out and pats his shoulder, and the other lights up like the beautiful lights of the night-sky that Norway does not get to see very often. He has to hide a smile behind his other hand before he can point at the other workers. 

“They lift it. Maybe if you do it that way first, you can do it the other way later?” 

He watches him eye them seriously, before trying to follow their movements with his own. He succeeds a little, and the plant slowly eases out of the earth, earning a wider grin from his friend. 

“Well done.”

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A hearty laugh escapes him rather suddenly at her notion of dragging him down with her. If that isn’t a nice image, he really doesn’t know what is. “I’d squish ya, love.” His words too, are teasing for the most part, though he does believe in them. At least technically.  “Ya know that’s not the heat I was speakin’ of since we obviously don’t have it here. I might go though, if ya promise to be my guide as well.”

However with that he does make his way to the counter to get her the beverage she desires, grinning to himself before he turns to bring her the cup he promised. The man can’t say he favours her choice of seats, but still sits down in front of her without any complaint. “So what do ya say? To guide me? Imma admit that most Danes usually don’t go to Southern Italy though perhaps I can function as some sorta role-model.”

      “Even if someone where to help, what would happen if I slipped? I mean at least this way I’d drag you down with me—much less uncomfortable than dragging a stranger to the ground.” Is it obvious that she’s just teasing him? Because really, that’s what she’s doing here.

      Her grip on her scarf only tightens as she walks towards an empty table closer to the center of the room than the edges. Sitting by a window may be pretty, but there always seemed to be an unknown breeze. “Well you could spend a bit more time in Italy if it’s natural heat your looking for. Just try not to hit the rainy season and I guarantee it’ll be warm more often than cold.” Whoops, there’s the sale pitch again. Luckily her face is red for reasons other than her embarrassing herself. “Cappucino would be great, thanks.” With that said and her hands busy unwrapping the scarf from around her neck she’ll just slip off to sit down and stop herself from saying something work related once more.

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Silence followed me for yearsSince when you found anotherI thought we would last through centuriesI thought there wasn’t an end ahead

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Bombing of The Gestapo headquarters in Shellhuset house, Copenhagen by the RAF, 1945

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Send me a ♫ and my muse will write the first line of a song about your muse!

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Hello there! It’s Nísa here, the admin of this blog - I want to say a huge thankyou to all 100 of you and that I really hope we can RP together! So, as a thankyou, I’ve put together a bias list of my favourite blogs. <3

uppáhöld (favourites):

@hausof–arts / @danmark / @svxnska / @bloodycrumpets / @captainrustedfort / @zhaicheng / @zigingfaa / @xotlacueponi / @libxrtatem / @paralianprince / @pardessustout / @siempresonriente

skurðgoð (idols):

@francisleseduisant / @kettiroghestar / @aefintyri / @karskeladden / @dobrebopolskie / @potuzhnij / @udachy / @fjones / @mrunitedstates / @megaloprepis / @internetgeek / @diimsum / @landforces / @asasaraatsigit / @liachtaschta / @thisisdeutschland

I know I’ve left some people out, and I’m sorry!! I just wanted to include my best-of-the-best favourites and then I’ll make a bigger list at a bigger milestone. <3 Much love to you all!

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“Almost sure ya’d could find another Dane who’d be more than willin’ to show ya the most beautiful places. Maybe not in that weather though.” It’s said lightly enough, the obvious humour shining through his almost flat voice. Not to speak of his crunched up nose. Following her an arms length away he tries very hard to not let his eyes wander and-- succeeds. Thankfully. He wouldn’t want to experience her flaring temperament and be the cause of it at the same time. There’s no fun in that. Though he too acts upon feeling the coffee-scented warmth creeping into his cooled skin, first a shiver and then by rubbing his arms. “Ya know, we favoured the most natural form of warmth for some centuries-- but I’d say we’re having some additional one for the longest times now.” A shake of his head. “Sit down, Imma get us the goods. Cappuccino?”

      It almost prompts a laugh from her—almost. Instead there’s a very mild snort as she keeps alert and eyes the signs that approach as they walk. “Oh, of course you’re needed. If you weren’t around who else would I get to lead me around this city?”

A very valid question, and one that’s punctuated by her soon releasing his arm so she can walk slightly ahead of him and into the building. The warm air is most definitely welcome, and a relieved sigh slips past her as she grabs onto her scarf. “I’m so glad you all learned about that wonderful technology, really. The heats already returning to my freezing nose.”

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To say that surprise crashed over him like a tidal wave would have been an understatement, which served him right as he underestimated the Italians way of greeting by yards. That didn’t mean he disliked the overly affectionate hug that was bestowed on him so readily at all. Quite the opposite, his arms easily engulfing the other in a likewise friendly greeting. “Nice to see ya too--” The taller man chuckled amused at the others attics. “Why are ya standin’ here like a wet cat?” Though his line of vision, as soon as he was being let go, went to the dividing glass as well and had him smiling slightly. Pity. Perhaps. “It’s a shame we can’t host indefinite animals at home, at least those who’d need it.” For just a moment he could feel the same sadness his companion felt before, a sort of helplessness regarding the inner insecurity that not all can be saved. A lesson in life. A shake of his head, tossing the thought away in favour of grinning at Veneziano. “One? Ya can chose.” He would offer one a home then, now that it had been brought to his awareness.

 Having a poor attention span and no inclination whatsoever towards multi-tasking, Veneziano often suffered from a severe case of one-track-mindedness. This was one such time when he was simply overwhelmed by the sight of so many CUTE animals all in one place, and the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness that stormed his chest. He never enjoyed seeing caged beasts (or people, for that matter), and often made himself depressed by wishing he could adopt them all and give them all the freedom they deserved.  He stood glued to the window like an awe-struck child, cooing and aawhing at an adorable clowder of kittens. Nothing made him happier than tiny pink paws. That was a thought significant enough to make him fail to notice the man who joined his side until he heard a familiar laugh, followed by a harsh accent and something about charm. As an easily charmed charmer, his attention was immediately captured.  His surprised expression hastily broke into a huge, beaming smile, and Veneziano wasted not an instant as he proceeded to carelessly drop his shopping bags to drape his arms around the tall Northerner in a shamelessly affectionate hug. “Ciao, Daniii–” he half-trilled, half-whined the nickname, before pulling the other down to his height and completing his onslaught with a traditional pair of kisses on both cheeks.

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“T’nights mission.” Excuse him for the disbelieving laugh and the shake of his head. “Do I look that thirsty to ya?” Debatable. Though there’s a shit eating grin stretching his face. “Make an effort then.”

     ‘Rightio– that’s tonight’s mission, then.’  Kyle gave another pat to the Dane’s back; he was a very tactile person when it came to casual, friendly touches.  ‘Just be sure to leave some leftovers for me, would’ja?  Don’t devour ‘em whole.’

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“They’re comin’.”

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“Still doesn’t say anything about the fact that ya do like me, ya just wanna change the topic. Og given that, it’d mean I just have to watch out for the doorways.” A bump of his shoulder to the Norwegians, eyes sparkling with humour. “Now ya’r smilin’ so ya do loooooooooove me.”

There’s a twitch of his lips as he counters, “I didn’t take you for a masochist, my bad I suppose. Otherwise you’d be smart enough to save the brain cells you have left in your head and lower the amount of visit, and in consequence, lower the amount of times you hit your head, too.”

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"Røvhul.” Sorry he’s not impressed that much. “Well, seems like I’m not in one yet. I’m disappointed.” Of course his façade crumbles the moment he makes eye contact with the Australian and he too followed the laugh. “Sounds nice tho-- get me slicked up og make me a manwhore.”

“Wouldn’t it make ya the man-whore if ya accept?”  A dry smile before he shakes his head in mirth. “Can’t say no to an offer like this, can I? Wonder if that makes me a man-whore as well. Maybe an aspiring’ one.”

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“Ya don’t think that’d stop me, do ya?” Said with conviction and most likely sprouting a teasing undertone. As usual, for them at least. “Og, ya know, I can think of some times in which ya told me that ya don’t think I’m that bad.”

“Who said I do? I can’t remember having admitted to any such thing.” He’ll sit, but he’ll also be making space between them while he is at it. “Be careful, or I might make sure to find a home with even lower doorways.”

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“Wouldn’t it make ya the man-whore if ya accept?”  A dry smile before he shakes his head in mirth. “Can’t say no to an offer like this, can I? Wonder if that makes me a man-whore as well. Maybe an aspiring’ one.”

     ‘ ‘Least you’re willin’ to ask for a date first.  Most folk just wanna go straight to the fuckin’.  Li’l sluts–’  Judging by Kyle’s tone and expression, he was just joking around.  He gave Mathias a hearty pat on the shoulder.  ‘C’mon, then, I’ll shout ya a few pints.’

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A roll of his eyes is the first answer, the shake of his head a second. “Dunno if I should be insulted or if ya want me to like ya.” Which he obviously already does, though he likes to point such things out just as well. Furthermore, he’s certain that a smile suits her best. “We do have heaters, ya know? Kinda mandatory here too” It’s pretty clear that he jokes though, as the tightening of his arm suggests that. “Oh my, I’m needed now. Ya make me so happy-- åh! There we are!” And indeed, a small nice café.  “After ya.”

“You mean there’s such thing as non jacket based warmth in your country? Colour me surprised and pleased.” Two could play at that game it seems, and she sounds almost as smug as she looks. There’s actually a realistic smile on her face when she looks up at him from her position at his arm, amusement flickering in her hazel eyes.

Still, they have places to go and coffee to drink so she doesn’t meet his gaze for long. No, it’s much more important that they make it to this place so she can figure out whether it’ll be a better coffee place for when she’s dragged there or if the hunt will continue. “Suddenly I’m glad to have bumped into you.”

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greeting || @wietkoning 

Yes, he’s dancing to “Cheap Thrills” with only a towel around his hips, singing loudly.

Surprisingly it doesn’t sound as bad as it should with a falsetto voice.