Drifting

Lukas just sat on the floor by Mathias’s feet. “Hey. Do you like.. know how to put hooks in?” he asked, grabbing clean hooks.

"I think so?" the Dane answered, serious for only a few moments before pulling a grin. "But that probably means that I don't know at the same," he laughed, watching the other out of curiosity. 

"Oh!" Mathias exclaimed, poking his head out from behind the shower curtain, hair spiked up with shampoo as he laughed. "I would have tried to better had I known someone was listening! Can I ask why you're in here?" he asked, offering a smile at the woman. 

Lukas blinked. How was he feeling? “I feel fine,” he said plainly, staring at Mathias like he was a crazy person. Who here was civil anymore?

"Good good! I was just checking. I think it's always nice to ask that of someone," Mathias shrugged, moving to sit down on a chair and prop his feet up. How strange everyone seemed to treat him here. He didn't understand. It was as if no one was used to nice formalities anymore. 

"Fine." He said slowly, still wary of the man.

"That's good! Do you think it's gonna rain today?" Mathias asked, looking up to the skies and blinking. 

He snickered, waving a hand at him. “M’not drunk, I just have….” he slurred, trailing off and spinning on his heel. “Enhanced… Thinking.”

"You're pretty drunk, Andi," Mathias pointed out quietly, trying his hardest not to laugh too much at the other. "I think you should get some coffee and take a nap or something."

"Somehow, no." He replied, trying to steer himself as far as humanly possible from the topic.

"Okay! That's fine then!"  Mathias shrugged, moving to pop his joints as he spoke. "What's up? How's your day been?"

Marlijn looked up, amused and shot him a flirty wink. “Sure, if you remember to buy me dinner first. I guarantee I’m as good as I look.” She had to resist the urge to laugh, though.

"Oh, I might have to take you up on this offer," Mathias smiled, choking before breaking down into laughter. "I'm sorry that was just too terrible to pass up, and then not laugh at," he smiled.

"I don’t care." He said harshly. "I refuse to have this conversation."

"Mkay! I was just asking, I didn't mean to offend. If you ever did want to talk about it, then we could trade secrets," he offered.

Walking by at random, Mathias let out a snicker and moved to lean against the pole of the tent lightly, listening to the other.  "I'm a viking, can I pillage your village?"

"That’s not something we’re talking about." Lovino stated flatly, crossing and recrossing his arms. All of a sudden, he was very self conscious.

"Why not?" Mathias questioned, brows furrowing together with him not being able to understand very much. "I just want to know is all. I won't judge you."