Fredrik was glancing over to Mikkel then back to Erik as the Dane worked the video player, fast forwarding so that no one got wind that it was a dirty porno. Good. Erik coming back with the pizzas, setting them down and seeing which flavour was which.
"These smell nice. Oh---it's an action film? Spies?"
The guitarist smirked and then giggled, sliding down onto the seat, putting an arm around Robert and kissing him on the cheek. Fredrik couldn't hold a giggle that erupted from his lips. Erik just assumed Fredrik was drunk as he often giggled a lot anyway.
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Date: 2022-12-27 09:41 pm (UTC)"These smell nice. Oh---it's an action film? Spies?"
The guitarist smirked and then giggled, sliding down onto the seat, putting an arm around Robert and kissing him on the cheek. Fredrik couldn't hold a giggle that erupted from his lips. Erik just assumed Fredrik was drunk as he often giggled a lot anyway.