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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 2, 2010 0:28:35 GMT -5
The blonde's smile melted into a concerned frown before he turned, and it appeared once more, though weaker. "Ah, Nikolai! Berwald told me you went to the beach..." he bit his bottom lip, a habit the Finnish man had developed over the years. "He also told me you got soaked?" it was more of a gentle 'you shouldn't have done that' tone than a 'I'm very upset with you' one. Tino was used to this by now, constantly worrying about his 'brothers' and Berwald, having to patch them all up again. It was what he was best at after all. "...What were you at the beach for?" his violet eyes looked into Nikolai's, scanning them for any hint of emotion. He couldn't find a single trace.
The platinum blonde looked down and blinked. "Oh, your clothes...um, want me to help?" More worry. "Ah, just one more thing, I think the tea's done." this time, he looked to Berwald. "Right?"
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 0:46:19 GMT -5
The man being interrogated kept his blank face straight throughout the entire barrage of questions. Nikolai waited for a moment, in case the Finn had just taken a breath and getting ready to rant more. "I didn't go for any reason." He simply answered. He knew that would only push Tino to nag him more but it was true. The man never went for any reason. Just to stand there and feel the cold breeze on his face.
"I don't really need any help..." He sighed. Nikolai knew the other would force himself to help even with any protest. Just like a mother would.
His frosted eyes changed from watching Tino to Berwald once a question was directed at him instead. The tea did seem done. He could certainly smell a hint from it.
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Post by berwald on Oct 2, 2010 19:06:10 GMT -5
There was a grunt in response the closet they were going to get to a yes right now as he moved pulling out chairs for the other two and then waiting for them to sit before even thinking of doing so himself. An odd habit but one he considered polite. He motioned for the others to join him, expression softening a bit when he looked at Tino.
“Welcome home Tino.” he finally said, as if to make up for not saying so when the other first arrived back. Unless he had anything more to say he would remain quiet, and just observe the other two as they spoke and interacted with one another.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 2, 2010 19:47:39 GMT -5
Tino felt his cheeks flush a little darker pink as he sat down, waiting for Nikolai to do the same. "...Thank you Berwald~" he murmured softly, but cheerily. "You just...went?" Tino turned his attention back to the Norwegian, eyes worried with an expression to match it. "Oh...um, I see." He looked at the cup in his hands, into that murky water. "...oh! You're not still wet are you, you could catch a cold-!" Looking back up, his worry seemed to intensify. "...at least you changed. But um, next time, be sure to go with someone." his hands shook a little.
"...it's just a suggestion, you don't have to. But...it's safer that way." The blonde's voice was soft, he was no doubt recalling the time that he himself ran away, only to be captured for a long, long time. The Finn shook his head and cleared away his thoughts, looking back up. "A-anyways, I'm happy that you're alright. Just...go with someone next time. That's all I ask...okay?" Forever the worrier.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 20:00:42 GMT -5
Nikolai gave a little hum as he sat down on the chair pulled out for him. Similar to the Swede's grunt, this could be translated as a 'thank you'. A sigh was let out once he realised Tino was not finished with the questions.
"I only went for a short while and fell asleep. I don't think I would've needed someone to babysit me." He answered. It was a pretty desolate beach so the chances of anything actually happening to the lord were slim to none. Nikolai reached to pick up his tea, a quick blow before sipping. The milk really did help with the taste of peppermint mix.
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Post by berwald on Oct 2, 2010 20:26:47 GMT -5
It wasn’t a matter of needing a babysitter. It wasn’t a matter of being able to take care of one’s self which to some degree Nikolai seem to have a problem doing. It was the fact that somewhere, there was a overly bold Dane ready to swoop in and take them all captive again. That wasn’t something he would allow Tino or Nikolai to suffer through again. They all had their scars after all, both physical and mental left from their time with the pirates. The memory alone made his expression harden as he looked at the Norwegian. Under his glasses , he narrowed his eyes.
“I can’t s’ve you ‘f y’ fall in.” he said, sipping at his tea. After he swallowed, a low sigh escaped. The chair under him groaned slightly as he shifted, “’nd th’ Danes know the water lik’ y’ know the sky.” no need to go into detail there, it was in his voice the contempt he had for his past. Nothing would give him more satisfaction then to see his enemy shot down and taken permanently out of the picture. It would mean everyone one could be safe and maybe it could mean returning Nikolai’s brother to him.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 20:40:50 GMT -5
Although the fair face of the young man remained unphased, inwardly, Nikolai cringed once he looked up to see the face Berwald was infamous for. Who wouldn't get thrown off by that?
A moment's pause. Yet another breath was let out. Not a sigh but more of a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Either way, the difference wasn't noticeable. "I don't think I would care if they found me..." He spoke carelessly. Nikolai was always the blunt one. The statement was true, though. If the pirates were to find him, he would find both his blood brother he'd been searching for since he'd been taken away from the pirate life and the other boy he'd thought of as a brother, Mathias. The Norwegian knew better than to mention him to Berwald, though.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 2, 2010 20:55:35 GMT -5
Tino bit his lip and looked from Nikolai to Berwald. Once again he was in the middle. Unfortunate how that tended to happen. "...But, Nikolai-!" If anything the Finn looked more upset. "...I would." He looked back into the teacup, trying hard to still his now-shaking frame. "We got separated for such a long time last time, I..." The platinum blonde forced himself to take a deep breath. "...I don't want that to happen again." Tino took a sip of his tea to calm his nerves. "I-I'm sorry, I um...nevermind."
Inwardly, the man cursed his sensitivity.
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Post by berwald on Oct 2, 2010 21:20:24 GMT -5
It didn’t have to be mentioned. It was there, in that look. Nikolai had only fled with them because things would have only gotten worse for him due to his connection with the men who had rebelled. Even his connection to the leader would have served no purpose other then with some luck spared him from death. The Swede held back a snarl, burying any resentment and anger he had like he did most of his other emotions when things became heated like this.
He understand about wanting to see the only family you had known again, he could understand growing accustom to a situation but he could not understand wanting to have your freedom taken away. It didn’t make sense to work so hard to have something and that willingly hand it over to someone who was as cruel and harsh as anything they faced here.
“Why would y’ say that?” he said, voice still that normal low tone, but it was very clear that what Nikolai had said bothered him, and to the point he was actually upset. He left the still steaming tea there barely touched as he stood up from his seat and headed for the door.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 22:03:51 GMT -5
Icy eyes watched the Swede as he left. Sure, what he said should have been kept to himself. Nikolai would rather not to have lied or sugared it, though. His attention was returned to the tea cup still in his hands. The man lifted the china to his lips and took a longer sip, noticing the liquid was beginning to grow cold. Shame. It was a good brew.
Pushing his chair back, Nikolai got up and walked over to the sink in silence, draining his cup and leaving it placed on the counter. He would wash it later if he remembered. The Nordic turned around and sat back at the table, staring at the Finn. The quiet was just eery now. "So...do you have anything else to say?" He was awaiting the motherly rant.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 2, 2010 22:20:05 GMT -5
Tino gnawed on his lip out of habit and forced himself not to cry as he looked back up at Nikolai. "...I just...you're not miserable here, are you-?" He asked softly and stared back down into the cup, which was cold now. 'I try so hard to keep you happy. But it looks like That's not...my job. I can't make you happy either.' The man thought and felt himself shake even more. 'Someday, he'll smile again...I hope.' Tino had to repeat that to himself, reassurance.
'Someday, when Mathias comes back.' The Finnish man closed his eyes for a split second, making himself think happier thoughts to keep from bursting then and there, he couldn't worry people, he couldn't, he couldn't. Eventually the soft, but worried motherly smile went back onto the platinum-blonde's lips and he looked back up, awaiting Nikolai's answer. Inwardly, he hoped he could take it and know what to do about it.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 22:33:19 GMT -5
Nikolai took a moment to think about his answer. He'd rather avoid having the other burst into tears. The man may seem heartless at times but he tended to avoid causing other's pain.
"I don't think I am..." He answered. It wasn't a lie because he honestly didn't know how he felt. He wasn't miserable nor happy. Just...blank. That would be the best way or possibly the only way to describe his feelings. Without his 'family' with him, the Norwegian had no idea. "I can say I'm not miserable." Nikolai tried in his own way to comfort Tino, not able to be as caring or warm as others may be. His eyes moved down to stare at the table, not wanted to look at the Finn if he happened to let a tear slip out. It was making him feel horrible enough just to watch his face now. Tino was obviously using every bit of strength within him to hold back.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 2, 2010 22:50:10 GMT -5
"...Good. Ah...I'm sorry Nikolai." His expression of worry faded a bit as the blonde stood. "...It's um, it's late. And I need to go and get Berwald back...So um, goodnight I guess." Tino took a breath and smiled weakly. "Nikolai? ....I'm alright with you going to the beach. Just...tell us when you go. That way, we'll know where you are...if--" The Finn shook his head. "....Just in case. Okay?"
With that, he walked into the kitchen and did a few dishes before returning to hear Nikolai's answer, casting a nervous look to the door where Berwald had dissapeared out of.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 22:56:58 GMT -5
Nikolai let out a sigh. Of course, even if distraught, Tino would have done the dishes.
"Sure." He complied. Any other answer would have sent the topic into chaos again. At least it was no longer 'Have someone go with you'. His chair was pushed back for the second time, slid back in under the table once the man was standing. He headed for the door in order to see the Finn out, not wanting to be horribly rude to the other. "I'll see you two when you choose to come back." A cast of doubt. Even though they did technically live with him from time to time, Nikolai was left alone in the end. The house really was too big. It made him feel...lonely. It couldn't be helped, though.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 3, 2010 0:10:31 GMT -5
Tino nodded and put his coat and boots back on. He gave Nikolai one last worried look before slipping out into the darkness, into the eternal cold. He watched his breath rise a little before looking down at the ground, following the large footsteps. Further and further he walked, looking for the end of the tracks, and what he would find at the end--the Swede. Hopefully. Tino glanced up, it looked to be just about ten o'clock now.
And then, he bumped into the man. "Oof! Oh..." The Finn blushed. "S-Sorry Berwald."
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