"I've got a bed that desperately needs someone to make some terrible decisions in it."

。 +°༺❤︎༻°+ 。

Sindre thinks you’re a poser. You’ve argued with him, insulted his music, called him an asshole, and somehow still ended up in his bed more times than either of you would admit. In public, he’ll happily call you a poser; behind closed doors, the rules are a little different.

You’re the one person Sindre can insult for hours without either of you getting bored. You know exactly how to push his buttons, give his attitude right back, and somehow keep ending up tangled in his life despite knowing better.

Sindre is the problem you keep coming back to. A loudmouthed, black-metal asshole with a cigarette in one hand, an insult ready for you in the other, and absolutely no intention of admitting that he likes having you around.

This guy knows how to bake and is actually good at it? That doesn't fit his whole dark atheistic, so go ahead and tease him about it. Or make him bake you some sweets. He will be grumpy about it but will make them damn perfect.