{ Private } Cooler than Me

[★ASU]

This RP is { C L O S E D }...

"You've got designer shades to hide your face and
You wear them around like you're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember name,
Cuz you probably think that you're cooler than me."

A certain Norwegian is definitely hard to get or understand. And a certain Dane just isn't very good at interpreting that very Norwegian's actions...

Rules

The same as the forum's rules. Erm, yes Ivy. We can be sexy here. Just don't overdo it, and no killing. This isn't a blood bath |D;;

Oh, and no other people join this. This thing is a private RP. You can watch, though.


Character List

Denmark: Ivy_Luna
Norway: Asunara Wisdom

"If I could write you a song,
and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm.
I used to pull all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
but you probably won't,
you think you're cooler than me."

[/i][/right]

[★IVY]

The Kingdom of Denmark was not an early riser.

But today was a special day, since he was going to see his favorite Norwegian. Well, he sees said Norwegian just about every day, but that makes every day a special day, does it not? It does! So today he tried his best to wake up early.

That said, his best was around noon.

He lazily rolled around, mussing up the sheets further as they trapped and encased him in a soft cocoon of cloth. Groaning, he continuously rolled to the left, eventually finding himself on the floor with a thump. A few minutes of lying in an uncomfortable heap of blankets, he wormed his way out, then glanced at the mess on the ground. Deciding to leave it for later (Whenever that may be, since everyone knows the Dane's "later" never usually comes), he searched his room for decent clothing. A pair of jeans tossed in the corner caught his eye, and he brought the article to his face, sniffing them. Or in his case, checking how clean they were. Since they smelled relatively okay he deemed them clean and pulled them on over his Danish-Flag print boxers.

He walked around his house shirtless, but the cool air against his skin didn't bother him that much. He considered giving Norge a surprise and visiting him in his current state of dress, but decided that it wouldn't be the best idea, since it was colder outside and he'd probably get kicked out by "Odin".

Being abused by an invisible force was admittedly disturbing and slightly frightening. Especially when a certain Norwegian controlled said force.

He pushed the thought away, and trotted down the stairs of his house, pouring himself a quick bowl of cereal for breakfast/lunch. Checking the clock, it was about 11 AM. He rinsed out the bowl after finishing, and hopped up the stairs to his bedroom to pick a shirt. A red dress shirt hung in his closet, and he pulled it off the hanger and over his shoulders, buttoning the buttons quickly. The Dane deliberated whether a tie should be worn, but figured it would be better not to in case Norge got the urge to choke him again. Denmark brushed his teeth, then hair, and deemed himself decent before heading out to visit Norway.

- Insert a conveniently placed time-skip here-

[/center]

The Dane attempted to sneak upon the Norwegian's home, but accidentally knocked over a trash can and ran into the neighbor's mailbox on his way. Whoops. He ducked under the window, unaware that the tips of his hair were visible but slowly and (hopefully but probably not really) silently made his way to the doorway. He straightened himself once past the pesky window, and prepared himself to open the door by force (since he knew the Norwegian wouldn't open the door if he knocked), but it swung open before he could do so. A pause passed between the two of them, before he tackle-glomped the other, not giving him a chance to slam the door in his face.

"Noorge!!" He said affectionately, embracing the other in a bear-hug that none could escape.

((Sorry if I'm god modding with the door opening.))

[★ASU]

Kongeriket Norge was one who did not like being woken up in such a violent manner. Well, would anyone really like to be forcibly woken up in such a manner, anyhow? Who wanted to wake up with a slightly beat up trash can and a neighbor's mailbox smashed into. That would of course mean that Lukas would have to.... apologize to the kind neighbor, and that is a bit of an exaggeration as this particular neighbor was an old lady with twenty five cats, and quite a hassle... Being woken up with the clatter of trash can upon sidewalk... Well, Lukas had planned to sleep in longer than this. It was only... what, 11 AM? The Norwegian wasn't in the mood for this at the moment. If he had time to brew coffee, he would be more in the mood, but... How uncourteous then. No coffee for the day meant more of a fowl mood for the day then the mood he already had. And by great Odin, coffee was essential for life!

At the sound of the trashcan slamming against the sidewalk, the Norwegian groaned. The clock flashed 11:05 AM. Great. Just great. He got up from bed, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes, and grabbed his pale blue robe. It wasn't very polite to go down there in just boxers. And that would give the Dane ideas. And Lukas wasn't in the mood for ideas at all. And at the moment, a bit too lazy to call upon troll buddies and Thor... Nah, no time to give ideas. Coffee... Coffee... Yes, that was needed at the moment. Lots and lots of coffee... A full pot of coffee...

Lukas went downstairs to go brew some coffee. He opened a drawer, where packets of coffee mix were sorted, alphabetical order, all with labels of flavor and place of origin, with age. He picked up the cheap Starbucks coffee mix that he had gotten from Alfred. Cheap, yet he had to admit, the extra sugar in it did give an energy boost. He poured some into the brewer after adding the appropriate amount of water. As he watched the brown ambrosia brew, he heard the thump of a mailbox being placed back in its proper place. That was rather considerate, yet he didn't hear the trash being put back into the garbage can, so still, there was something to frown upon.

More coffee continued to pour into the pot, the sound of the brewing and the drops dripping onto the base of the coffee pot. Ah, quite a satisfying sound. While waiting, Lukas looked into the fridge and opened a drawer. In a similar fashion to the assorted coffees, Lukas had sorted creamers. He selected one of a Canadian variety, plus some maple syrup. This was going to taste good... now if only he could enjoy it without the thoughts of the morning ruckus.

The door swung open. Great Odin, really? There were 3 locks installed on that thing already! And the coffee wasn't brewed yet! Too early for this, really now. At least let the coffee brew first... please Odin? One sip? One sip! Lukas paced towards the door, ready to slam it in the Dane's face, ready to give the Dane a scolding, ready to make him pick up the trash and apologize to the kind neighbor, instead of Lukas having to explain that his 'friend' had ran into the mailbox. Who runs into mailboxes anyways?

The Dane tackled, you can call this assault, as 150 pounds of heaping muscular Dane was dropped onto the Norwegian. Argh, the pain of this... What pain. What excruciating pain. All without coffee. And no matter how much the latter struggled, there was no way he was going to get out of this until the Dane released. 'Darn you, small body,' the Norwegian thought.

"Get off of me, or by great Odin, you're going to meet more of my friends from other places," Lukas growled.