#moderndayau

jesper: language? english. terms and conditions- uh. help?

matthias: read it

jesper: iTs aLL iN jAPanESe

@bluewindsofrestoration

Staying at Eirika’s place while Ephraim’s apartment was getting fumigated for some reason wasn’t the bad thing. He didn’t know what they were doing with his apartment, but something about city code? He kinda lost interest, packed a bag and headed for his twin’s place. Eirika and he had always had a close bond, so he knew he could always come to her when he had no where else to go.

Yet, the couch was not his favorite place to sleep. He leaned up and groaned as a familiar pain in his back returned. When his bed hadn’t arrived at his place yet, he had slept on his couch and it was always uncomfortable. Groaning, he twisted himself some and looked over to Eirika’s bedroom door. He wondered if she was awake yet so he could tease her for not having two bedrooms in her place.

“Hey! Eirika, you awake yet? I want breakfast and I don’t trust your kitchen at all. Let’s go out to eat.” Ephraim now standing from the couch, pulled his shirt off of the floor and shook it out. He sniffed it and made a face. Of course it had smelled bad. He walked over to her bedroom door and knocked on it. 

“Ey, I also need a shirt if you got one I can borrow. I know I left some of my clothes here last time. Are you awake in there sleepyhead?” Ephraim folded his arms across his chest and waited outside her door. He didn’t want to barge in so maybe if she still was sleeping, he could just make lots of commotion. 

“Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you.”

@just-here-to-fight

Ephraim had been naturally picked to join a frat house. He was well gifted in sports and had just enough smarts to get him by in college. Thanks to a few of his friends, he was excelling quite well. There were no tests coming up, hopefully, that he knew of, and no upcoming homework. He had the weekend off so thus, to the frat house.

Showing up in shorts and a shirt with the sleeves torn off, he was prepared to get absolutely trashed on anything he could get his hands on. His frat house was full of his buddies that he had met throughout college, yet, one of them was particularly close to him. They had always challenged each other and constantly sought out who could outdo the other. Ephraim had always loved a challenge even with the closest of his friends. 

Knocking on the door, he was greeted with a semi-familiar face. High-fiving and giving a quick pat the other guys back, Ephraim was inside the home. Minimal decor scattered around the house, but what did adorn the home was several beer bottles, cans, kegs, you name it. Ephraim grinned, the drinking had already begun. There was probably a fight going on somewhere in the house. He made his way to the kitchen to see his favorite rival, Hector.

Ephraim ran up behind him and gave a slap to the man’s back and gave a loud laugh. “Hey Hec, how’s it been, brother? Getting into trouble without me?”

Ephraim had enjoyed that the larger man could keep up with him and his antics. It’s what made the time they spent together so enjoyable. Ephraim grinned, removing himself from his friend and leaning over the counter to grab a can of beer.