Fredrik couldn't do anything but snort more giggles into Mikkel's hair because it was so funny to wind up grumpy daddy. But oh---was he really pissed? Fuck. The Swede decided to pull his shirt off his chest so he could use some bar towels to sop up the water. Sigurd looked at Fredrik then back to Mikkel, not angry but more surprised.

"Did you two plan this?"

The bassist now getting his own back on Mikkel grabbing the Dane and tickling him under his arms and kissing his neck at the same time. Fredrik jumped out of the way because he knew Mikkel was very ticklish and limbs were going everywhere.

"Dirty Daddy!"

Fredrik shouted the words as he ducked behind Rekker.