i envy you.

well.

you always keep it real.

always true.

this was unseen for the new year.

it really couldn’t get much worse.

cookies represent the body of santa while milk represents His blood

if you rest for a few days, you miss a fight.

how sweet.

is norge doing well.

ah ? i have an appeal ? how sweet.

mm, i suppose, yes. rashes can be eased, and complexion discolouring can be assisted.

you wound me. i never complain with you near. shouldn’t you feel honoured ? *♪

you understand, and i cradle their prayers close. i hope, and they hope further than i. i suppose hope and spirit is all we have, but i do not doubt our independence will be soon.

you slaughter my heart by calling me a capitalist.

i used to pray for times like this.

your company will be a fine gift alone.

what did he mean by this.

oh. woah. okay.

i don’t want to bring you trouble. it’s a cold, i’ll be fine on my lonesome. don’t worry. ( sniffling. )

i’ve gotten sick. i really hope i die.

i’m not apologising because i “have” to, i would’ve been fine without saying anything. i only apologised on your behalf for the opposite reason; i like you, so i hope others can see why i do.

do what.

oh, no, i meant for your ecosystem. the planet will die soon.

are they not one in the same ? it seems like self—resentment.

also wondering this.

that’s a really bad thing.

right.

haha, okay.

if you insist.

i’m not a child.

stop what.

father—son bond ended with denmark. sve is my guardian now.

me when i lie.

okay.

just say emil is your favourite, implications are troublesome.

do not worry, i’m in no rush. it’s emil you need to worry about, after all. *♪ but, a wedding near new years would be fun, and timeless.

i hope to have a love like that, someday. though, i do not think i’m good for dating. *💭 how much longer until the wedding ? i’m excited.

this is cute.

orange in colour, but i also like the fruit.

i needn’t a thing, thank you for being so hospitable. i only ask if we can hang orange lights, if you’re willing.

interesting.

i’m nosy, who is it.

i didn’t mean it that way. yuletide is a salient tradition throughout the northern european realm. so, i hope dane will do well without me this christmas. i want to spend time with you.

( tugging at @totallydenmark.bsky.social’s coat. )

i guess i have christmas figured out. i will have to break the news to dane.

oh. they’re both kind, in their respective ways. after all, i wouldn’t say i’ve been a perfect son.