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Planning a Lan party tonight. Who's interested?

Bring your own beverages.

[Björn is sitting in the hedge maze, assuming that he will be undisturbed there, and working on what looks like a small wooden box that has fine, crafty carvings on it. He's currently adding paint and ornaments.]

[So you were assigned a group work together with Björn, and now that your teacher has told everyone to get into their groups, he's coming over to your desk and pulling himself a chair... but not sitting down yet, just staring down at you as if he is intending to eat you.]

[Where is he? This is a strange, endless forest, and after a bit Björn decides that scaling the mountain that seems to be before him should be a good idea; maybe he can see where he is or someone can find him if he is higher up. So he'll just wander into the general direction of uphill.]

[But not for long! Timo has Björn sensing abilities ~~or he just asked where he was last seen~~. But he does come bearing coffee.] Nalle? Oooh! Did you make that? [This in response to the box, and he'll lean over to take a closer look, briefly forgetting about the coffee in his hands. Sorry if he spills any.]

[The taller boy will scramble to cover the box with his hands as quickly as possible, which makes him oblivious to the spilling coffee.

Which means that the next thing that he knows is a burning sensation on his shoulder. He's had worse, the scar tissue on is arm is proof of that, but OUCH

there might be a little yelp here as the pain hits his nerves and he flinches.]

[Timo swears, but his hands are too full of mugs, carefully held by the handle so he won't burn.] I'm so sorry! Ah, let me... [Giving up, he just puts the coffee down on the grass, hoping that it won't spill. He forms a loose bullet between his hands and fires it at the grass before scooping it up and pressing it to the outside of his clothes to counteract the burn.] Sorry, Nalle. Are you all right?

[NO HE MADE HIS ~~WIFE~~ ~~CRUSH~~ FRIEND WORRY

At least this distracts him from the injury?] 's no problem. [He won't stop the other boy from what he is doing but try to convey that really, it isn't bad - the ice really helps a lot.] Coffee? [Operation distract Timo: Start. Maybe it will work. He knows he's bad at small talk and has no clue what to say if this doesn't work, but coffee would be great and also something to talk about... but what does one say about coffee, other than that it is good - well, he could thank Timo for it if there isn't enough chatter to change the subject from Timo's side. And then... and then he will think of something. But yes. Thank him, that is a plan.]

Mmm, I thought you'd been out here for a while so you might want some. What did you hide out here to work for anyway? [He's distracted enough to calm down, but not enough to pull his hands away, holding the ice in place until it melts.] The blue mug's yours.

[ It's not fair that he'd have to suffer through this at school as well. It's enough that he'll have to do quite a bit of it at home.

Vil will just stare back for quite a while, though, his glare will never be quite as intense as Björn's. Eventually he'll give a loud snort. ]

Ya gonna sit down or are ya waitin' fer me ta pull a chair fer ya?

[What should he say, claiming "Nothing" is definitely a bad idea because it would be such an obvious lie - of course he was working on something. But he can't just answer straight away because it was supposed to be a present for Timo, nothing for some special date, just... just. A present. Because presents are good, and friends give each other presents and they make Timo happy and he likes seeing the other boy happy. Not that he isn't a happy character anyway, but there are differences... Like the difference that it would have been Björn who made him happy.

But now it isn't ready yet and Finland found him working on it and this was why he was hiding away here in the first place. So what could he say. "'s a secret" will just raise more curiosity, right? And maybe even give it away. "Fer you. Not ready yet" would not work either because if he somehow manages to break it before he's done with it, accidentially using his power on the box or something similar, that would be a huge disappointment and he doesn't want to make Timo upset, that is the last thing that he would want.

Eventually he settles with a lie, because while lies are bad it should stay a surprise and if he says the truth it can't stay a surprise.] Class project.

[Aaaand moving on a bit too quickly.] Thanks. [Ah. Maybe... he should say more about the tea. So he gingerly picks it up and takes a sip - luckily the liquid isn't scalding hot anymore, so he doesn't hurt himself.] 's good. [Nice and black and strong.]

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[His glare will just intensify, but he sits down and puts the worksheets on the table.]

Have y' done this before? [He has, but they weren't in the same class back home so while he assumes that both of them know roughly the same things he can't actually know.]

[Luckily, Timo's used to Björn's silences. It just means that he's thinking, and luckily Timo isn't too curious about what.] Can I see?

[He tugs on Björn's collar to try and get a peek at the burn, but then gives up and looks at him.] How does it feel? Need another ice ball?

'sn't ready yet. [Which is true, and Björn hopes that that will stop more questions because it is normal to not want to show things that are only done halfway, right?

He shakes his head at the last question, though. He should be good for the moment - some lotion later and nothing should remain. It wasn't that hot anymore, after all, even when it hit Björn's shoulder.]

Don't exhaust yers'lf.

Fair enough. Can I see when it is done, though?

[Timo settles down better, relaxing more now he's reassured that it's all right. He really didn't mean to hurt his friend.] It's not that bad. And I should have been more careful anyway.

[ Vil's glare will die away with having something to actually work with. And he grabs the paper, going through it with brows arching up. ]

Mmn, yeah. D'we have ta do it again? [ Curiously, he's looking at Björn now with a bit wider eyes. He'd know, right? ]

Mh.

[After all, it will be given to the other boy as a gift when Björn is done. He carefully sets the box down on his bag and pushes both under the bushes behind him, and then picks the coffee back up.] Coffe's nice, though. [Don't feel bad, he really isn't that hurt and having Timo look after him is nice (even though Björn enjoys looking after Timo even more...]

[Björn shrugs.] They're slower h're. [Which is probably a yes. They'll just have to do what they are doing here. At least it shouldn't be hard to get good grades that way?]

Jack wasn't entirely sure where he was, aside from that it was somewhere in Europe. Probably Scandinavia. It didn't really matter too much, because there were snow and woods and mountains, except for that there was a complete deficit of people. No one to freeze or trip or throw a snowball at, no one to believe in him. He wasn't really sure why he'd let the wind drop him here in the first place, aside from that it looked, well, peaceful. Maybe he'd come back here to hibernate in the summer.

When he hears the unmistakeable sound of skis, though, he glances up from his perch in a tree, before jumping out, letting the wind carry him towards the sound. The boy that he finds looks a bit old to be believing in him, but if anyone needs a dose of fun it's this boy. He scoops up snow as he flies after him, breathing into it, imbuing it with his magic to bring out people's sense of fun, but then lets it fly.

[Timo's curious about it now, but he trusts Björn enough to wait.] I didn't want you to be stuck out here on your own either, but if you're working I can leave you. [He pauses, and then glances back at Björn's shoulder.] Though you should put something on that first.

Seriously, Jack, don't expect this guy to smile. You'll have a harder time with him than even with the Easter Bunny. ~~That guy at least has the muscles for it.~~

Björn whirls around when the ball hits him, or at least tries to whirl around - a motion stemming from reflexes and not thinking, obviously, because it is just a really bad idea to turn around on the spot when you are wearing skis. It results in the boy getting off balance and falling, remembering at the last moment to throw his arms to the sides and not forward to keep himself from sinking down too deeply and break an ankle from landing in a bad position, or suffocating from getting his head stuck in the snow. For a moment he will just lie there, and then does an awkward rolling up and over, pulling his shoes out of the bindings and rolling himself on the skies. Once he has achieved that, he simply sits on them and...

...and. With the sudden rush of adrenaline fading, he blinks into the crisp winter air, and finds himself realizing that as stressful the fall and the subsequent self-rescue action was, it brought him to stop and actually look at his surroundings. Not that he paid no attention before, but... just sitting here and doing nothing else, it feels... elevating, in a sense. Timo would like this, wouldn't he? He should bring him next time. (And yes, there might be a very faint smile tugging at his lips from thinking about Timo.)

Odd. There must have been a sudden wind, or... it really did feel like being hit by a snowball. Surely that is his imagination, just a wind that hit him at an odd angle, but... He has to think of the stories that his mother used to tell him when he was little, and the many books that he read in that long summer before he met Timo, when his mother was busy with getting settled and he was mostly left to his own devices. Most of the books in the house that they had moved into were old, hand-downs from the childhoods of the first children that lived in the small post-war building. In some of them, King Frost, or King North Wind, or King Winter... had been mentioned, personification of the northern winds and the winter. Right then in the summer, that had seemed very far away, but the description had reminded him of the brother that he'd had to live behind - always up to mischief and trouble, though he seemed a lot older than Vil.

...if Vil could see him now, he would laugh. But his brother is an ocean away, and they haven't spoken in well over a year. There had been good reasons to start the silence - their fights had gotten out of hand, and when every conversation leads to a fight, Björn had figured, stopping with the talks was the only way out. Out here, where nobody can see him but himself, Björn can almost admit that he misses the idiot. Even though he is an idiot who is too loud and talks too much and has way too much energy. And too many ideas. And just.

And he still misses him. Sure, he also misses Sigurd and to a lesser extent Ari, but... they aren't his brothers, and while Sigurd is much more like himself than Vilmar (which isn't hard, really) and he gets along with the Icelander much better, he is not someone that he grew up with from birth...

Björn shakes his head and forces his thoughts to return back to the landscape, just looking. And then he picks up some snow and forms a ball out of it, aiming into one direction and then throwing it exactly the other way at the last minute. Nobody can see him, after all, so he can be a bit childish despite being already way too old for those things. He's not in elementary anymore! But here he is, throwing snowballs at imaginary people.

Because the next will follow right after, this time as far to the right as he can throw. If King Northern Wind is throwing things at him (sure, it was most likely nothing but he can pretend), he'll throw things at King Northern Wind. Someone who doesn't know him would probably think that he is looking quite threatening as he attacks empty air, but someone who knows him very well might see the playful tinge in his movements and expression.

'sn't bad.

[He puts and arm around Finland's shoulders without a warning, pulling him closer just a fraction. Stay, please. But he needs no words to convey that, right?]

Are you sure? I can make another ice ball if you'd like. [He makes a surprised noise when he's pulled in, but really, that seems like a good enough invitation to stay, so he'll settle into Björn's side and finally reach for his own coffee, sipping from it and then resting it on his knee rather than supporting it with his hand.]

[So... is this okay. Can he leave his arm here. Maybe he should drop it, but where should he drop it too, that would inconvenience Timo, right? He couldn't lean into him anymore like this if he dropped his arm.]

Lat'r. [It's comfortable right now, and he will leave his arm where it is.]

Fine, but when we finish our coffee I want you to come with me to get something to put on it. [Timo mumbles agreeably. He wouldn't normally insist, but he feels guilty because it was his fault in the first place.]

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