He hated the heat of America so much. Though he refused to take his hoodie off for anyone or anything even if teachers complained. Speaking of, he pulled the hood up as he moved along with her. Though he didn't want to look like he was following her lead so he moved a little slower.
"Fine, whatever, just know your not the boss of me." He glared up from under the hood and veil of blonde hair in his face. He stopped walking, the glare he gave her before was nothing compared to the look he was giving her now.
"I AM not fucking Danish." He HATED that he sounded like that bastard, he hated that EVERYONE assumed. At sea it was safer to just let people think what they would, but he was proud of the home he had not seen in so long. "I'm Icelandic." His English had come along out of necessity, he had not wanted to learn it, but it made the jobs easier. He started to stomp past her then, even if he didn't know where he was heading he was walking fists balled grumbling about 'not being a damned Dane.' He really wanted to go stab Askeladd.
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"Fine, whatever, just know your not the boss of me." He glared up from under the hood and veil of blonde hair in his face. He stopped walking, the glare he gave her before was nothing compared to the look he was giving her now.
"I AM not fucking Danish." He HATED that he sounded like that bastard, he hated that EVERYONE assumed. At sea it was safer to just let people think what they would, but he was proud of the home he had not seen in so long. "I'm Icelandic." His English had come along out of necessity, he had not wanted to learn it, but it made the jobs easier. He started to stomp past her then, even if he didn't know where he was heading he was walking fists balled grumbling about 'not being a damned Dane.' He really wanted to go stab Askeladd.