TFLN and Continuations

[rockandroll_swede]

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for suomi_thunder

[rockandroll_swede]

[from here.]

Oh yeah? Who might that be, söt sak?

Are you setting me up on a blind date?

[Erik smiles at the picture of Joe. It's sexy.]

[suomi_thunder]

Jag är Joes söta sak

Do you want me to? I know the poor guy isn't getting any and that's a shame.

[rockandroll_swede]

Det är klart att du är. Hunter tells me enough about you two. You're cute.

Ooh, so this is a blind date. What's he like? A raver is he? Does he like to snort coke off naked bodies? Because I'm into that.

[suomi_thunder]

We're sexy as hell!

Well, he's tall and thin but muscular, like me. A little shorter. He has really nice hair, dresses well. His eyes are so blue. He's funny and laughs a lot. I don't think I've ever seen him snort coke but he's sat around while I have. He's a Brit like Joe.

for itmeanscourage

[rockandroll_swede]

I did? Well, I wasn't sure how many would come to roost. The birds back home eat a lot and I remember feeding them with lots of seeds on our bird table. So many varieties!

[itmeanscourage]

Should your feast have been laid out on a bird table, I might be swayed by the desire to wax poetic about the biodiversity present among our fine feathered friends.

But that is not a free-standing feeder. That is my car!

for itmeanstruth

[rockandroll_swede]

[From here.]

Erik had rounded up a few band members from the hotel and had them currently sitting on the bed and on the chairs in his room. Well, Robert's room to be precise, since the driver was talking with Tom down in the communal bar area having tea and deep conversation. So, now the bedroom was a temporary tattoo removal service which caused the Swede to giggle.

"Alright then. Weird, Gilly, brother? Are you ready to have your chests cleaned? Because Minoru will be here soon with his magic cleaning stuff. I hope you are not ticklish."

Hunter smacked his brother on the head and laughed. Of course Erik had said this. Gilly just stood with his arms crossed over his chest and Weird shrugged just wanting his chest back.

[itmeanstruth]

It took a little bit longer than expected - how was there a line at this hour?! - but soon, Minoru was knocking on the door.

“Somebody call for temporary tattoo removal?” He chuckled, holding a plastic bag of supplies.

He’d finally thrown a shirt on over his. But underneath, it still proudly proclaimed him to be property of Stardust, and the one for cuddles. (Not to be confused with the one for sex.)

[rockandroll_swede]

"Hello, Minoru!"

Erik opened the door and let his friend in, glancing down at the bag of supplies he had brought with him. Good. Then, at least Gilly would stop being such a tart because of the sharpie ink staining his skin he said. It wasn't poisonous was it? Gilly seemed to think so.

"Yes, tattoo removal for myself, my brother, Weird and Gilly here."

All four boys had bare chests with Aarne's handiwork written in sharpie displaying who they belonged to. It was cute but some of the band members didn't appreciate being drawn on whilst asleep.

"Would you like a drink first, Minoru?"

Erik offering a glass of scotch because this is what he had been drinking earlier on whilst drunk. Hunter just shook his head, smirking at his brother because having the tattoo removal guy drunk wasn't the best idea.

[itmeanstruth]

No, the ink wasn’t poisonous. Even allergic reactions to sharpies were pretty rare. At most, they were an annoyance.

“Not for me, thanks.” Minoru laughed. “I’m gonna be smelling this stuff for the next hour or so. I think that’s more than enough alcohol for one morning.”

He set the bag down on the table, setting out the rubbing alcohol and opening the first bag of cotton balls. He’d also conveniently grabbed a couple of energy drinks on an impulse buy. So he was all good.

“Who’s up first?”

for itmeanstruth

[rockandroll_swede]

"I won't be running around for a good few days. Not after falling from that tree. I don't even know how Aarne and Joe do it running around, climbing and not injuring themselves."

Luck? Or maybe Aarne had a guardian spirit looking after both the Fin and his crazy Brit boyfriend. Either way the guitarist was no way fit enough to play guitar, at least not standing up. He could play while laying in bed though and that pleased Erik because it would be boring other wise. Taking a good swig of water from the bottle the Swede sighed and his thoughts drifted towards Robert.

"What will Robert say? He'll probably be annoyed I climbed a tree and playing silly stunts."

Erik rubbing the back of his head wondering what the driver would say about all of this.

[itmeanstruth]

At least Erik didn’t have to get up on stage and perform. No guitarists on chairs for the duration of the set.

“Normally, I’d say time and consistent practice. But with as drunk as those two can get, luck’s definitely part of it.” He shook his head, fluffing a pillow.

As far as Robert went, though, it might be a question of what he did say, rather than what he will say. The driver already knew. Because someone had to get them out of the hotel, to the hospital and back as discreetly as possible. And Robert was definitely the best man for the job.

“He was worried about you. Probably still is, even though he knows you’re going to be fine.” Minoru noted. “I told him I’d make sure you were taken care of.”

[rockandroll_swede]

This was very true. Erik did not have to get up and perform on stage because he wasn't part of the line up of bands. He was the drifter who was invited on tour by Hunter who wanted his baby brother to mingle with all the other musicians. It would do the boy good because he'd been lost lately back home.

"He was? I know I should have held on better to the top branch because I let my right hand slip off. It was stupid."

The young man sighed and wished he'd never started the climb. Being drunk didn't help. Watching Aarne do it was another thing entirely because the Fin could climb well unlike Erik who slipped and fell. Minoru was here now though so that was something.

"I don't remember much about what happened back at the hospital. What did happen?"

[itmeanstruth]

“Of course, he was worried!” Minoru smiled, knowingly.

Relationships were like that, apparently. Last time Minoru had to get stitches, Ziggy was completely beside himself.

“Well, I did my best to explain what happened. The blood alcohol level pretty much spoke for itself.” He went through what happened. “Of course, they numbed it up, cleaned out the wound, stitched it up, wrapped it. I was mainly keeping you distracted while they worked. And while you sobered up.”

for itmeanstruth

[rockandroll_swede]

"Ok, I'll help! But do you really want to wear a white dress being a boy? I know some people like to but it might like a bit strange on you, Minoru. Or not? It might work!"

Erik wasn't sure how it would look on the parkourist but he wasn't a fashionista unlike his brother who was an expert on it all. Besides, this would be fun dressing Minoru up like a Christmas angel. Of course it would.

"I'm sure there are lots of shops here in LA that sell angel dresses."

The Swede would help his friend out on his quest to find the perfect angel dress. This might end up being a disaster but who cared?

[itmeanstruth]

“I mean, I’ve mer Lucifer and his crew, so I know not all angels wear dresses, but we’re going for the stereotypical Christmas card look here.” Minoru reasoned. “Plus, I need something poofy to hide my legs wrapping around the top branches for support. It’ll make me look like a real tree-topper!”

In other words, as weird as it sounded, Minoru’s mind was made up. Never mind the attitude of people in Erik’s world, where this shopping excursion was to take place, he needed to find a poofy white dress! And technically also a few accessories to go with it.

“I know you can make a halo out of wire and shiny stuff, and put it on a headband.” He added. “But what about the wings?”

[rockandroll_swede]

"Lucifer? I don't think I've met him yet? Uh--the devil? Djävulen. He is real in your world?"

Erik just stared a little and didn't really know what to think because meeting the real life devil caused the Swede to become apprehensive. All the Swedes and most of the Scandinavians were superstitious and spiritual. Meeting gods, angels, spirits---it was all beyond Erik's comprehension.

"Poofy legs? Maybe we could find something fluffy like uh---leg warmers! Or maybe big fluffy feet stockings. The wings could be made of lots of feathers stuck onto something. Um---I am not sure."

The guitarist needed to think but he wanted to get this shopping trip on the go! It would be fun.

[itmeanstruth]

“Not in my world. But in the Nexus, where I live. A bunch of angels hang out there.” Minoru specified. His world didn’t have much in the way of supernatural things. Erik’s world at least had aliens. But if the guitarist didn’t know it, Minoru wasn’t going to tell him.

“He saved me from falling off a cliff one morning, and we’ve been friends ever since.” And he laughed, “You should have seen the time he made a giant cookie!”

Those sentences might have sounded crazy to any passersby on the busy sidewalk they started walking down, but to Minoru, that was all pretty normal.

“No, no, no, not fluffy pants. It needs to be a dress, to drape over and hide the branches when I perch on top. Just like you do with a tree topper. That’s what I need!”

Was this idea as crazy as the devil being real? Maybe…

Maybe the next bridal boutique they saw was about to get more than they bargained for that day…

for Minoru

[rockandroll_swede]

"Coming in---"

Erik pushed the door to and then noticed Minoru putting up rainbow streamers. The room certainly seemed colourful now! Also, that bath! Wow. It was full of Skittles! The Swede walking up to it and inhaling the sweet smell of the tiny little coloured candies inside the bath. Oh, it was so good he just wanted to slide a hand in and gobble down a few...

"I love it. Ziggy and Mick will love this. A bath in Skittles? I'd do it."

Would Mick and Ziggy eat them as well as laying in them?

for Minoru

[rockandroll_swede]

[From here.]

You're not? But we could boil it up in a saucepan and then the spikes would fall off into the water. We could mash it up and make a soup out of it?

[This is Erik's ingenious cooking idea here.]

How about you watch me eat it then?

[itmeanstruth]

This looks like it’s oozing slime. No way am I eating this. I’m not even touching this.

and before you eat it, do you even know what kind of cactus it is? Or… uh… was?

[rockandroll_swede]

Slime? It might be tasty cactus juice instead?

[There was no stopping Erik as he was now busy grabbing pans and aiming to boil it up in some water.]

Maybe I'll chop the spikes off after I boil it. They might fall off easier then. As for what it is? Nope. But it looks tasty.

For Dee

[rockandroll_swede]

[From HERE.]

It didn't take Erik long to ride the elevator up to where Dee's room was, now knowing he was on a mission for his friend. That being one to cheer the poor guy up after being fucking verbally abused by some lowlife asshole.

"Dee? I'm here!"

The Swede wondered if he should knock or if Dee could hear him from the other side of the door.

[willoftheblackbird]

Fortunately, a little time had passed. Dee was angry about it happening, but it wasn't happening right now. No one had to be literally defended.

It took a minute for Dee to get the door. This being an accessible room, though, he only had to press a button and it opened.

"Hey. Come on in."

Jay had gone out for some drinks with some of the other guys. After the night before, Dee didn't really feel like joining them. But if he changed his mind, well, the chair was there, fully charged and ready to go.

He made his way back to the bed on his often-shaky legs and sat down.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Hej, Dee."

Erik let himself into the apartment room, smiling at the singer, knowing he was doing the right thing helping a friend. There was no way that the young Swede could leave Dee alone after hearing he'd suffered abuse by some fuckhead.

"How are you feeling?"

The guitarist went to sit down next to Dee, wanting to reassure him.