Åsa Oxenstierna (
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Who Åsa (
vaimo ) and Siiri (
hustru ) / Floweregg
What They got a puppy!!
When last week of Feb
Where Siiri's apartment
Warnings Teeth rotting fluff
Since Siiri's hands were full of puppy, Åsa nudged her out of the way to unlock the door to her apartment and let them in. Just as well she'd added that key to her own set. Not that she wouldn't have; it's safest there. Even though Åsa can be a bit of a ditz, her keys are one thing that she always keeps safe. If she put it in a 'safe place' at home it would never surface again.
Pushing open the door, Åsa shifts to hold it while toeing off her shoes. "Still got her?" She asks, a little worried, as she looks at the squirming ball of fluff. Sooner they can get in safely and shut the door behind them the better. Her own hands are full of shopping bags from the rescue centre, full of everything they'll need to get their new puppy started at home. They'll have to do a trip for more food soon since Åsa's priority was getting Siiri everything that was needed immediately rather than looking to the long term (and they had to get everything home too), but Åsa certainly won't complain for the excuse to drop by again later this week. That's probably why she's already thinking of this as 'their' puppy, even when in reality she's Siiri's. She just hopes that having someone around the house - even if it's someone who can't talk back - will help Siiri feel more settled and less lonely. And if not, well, taking the puppy on walks will at least make sure that Siiri gets out for reasons that aren't university or work!
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What They got a puppy!!
When last week of Feb
Where Siiri's apartment
Warnings Teeth rotting fluff
Since Siiri's hands were full of puppy, Åsa nudged her out of the way to unlock the door to her apartment and let them in. Just as well she'd added that key to her own set. Not that she wouldn't have; it's safest there. Even though Åsa can be a bit of a ditz, her keys are one thing that she always keeps safe. If she put it in a 'safe place' at home it would never surface again.
Pushing open the door, Åsa shifts to hold it while toeing off her shoes. "Still got her?" She asks, a little worried, as she looks at the squirming ball of fluff. Sooner they can get in safely and shut the door behind them the better. Her own hands are full of shopping bags from the rescue centre, full of everything they'll need to get their new puppy started at home. They'll have to do a trip for more food soon since Åsa's priority was getting Siiri everything that was needed immediately rather than looking to the long term (and they had to get everything home too), but Åsa certainly won't complain for the excuse to drop by again later this week. That's probably why she's already thinking of this as 'their' puppy, even when in reality she's Siiri's. She just hopes that having someone around the house - even if it's someone who can't talk back - will help Siiri feel more settled and less lonely. And if not, well, taking the puppy on walks will at least make sure that Siiri gets out for reasons that aren't university or work!
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And about the name... "Floweregg, for now."
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Still. Waking up and having someone there, having someone to share breakfast with... it sounds lovely. If that's what that her past self got to have then Åsa is a little jealous.
"Floweregg it is, then! Maybe we'll get some more memories of the old Floweregg from her too."
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not like she can do anything about this, though, so she'll instead climb out of Siiri's lap and see what else the apartment holds in interesting things.
The woman stays where she is for the moment, only looking after the puppy as she sniffs and pads around the room. "Are you staying for dinner?"
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...On the other hand they should probably follow Floweregg before she gets her nose into something that she shouldn't. So, very reluctantly, she pushes herself up onto her feet and brushes herself off, then follows the dog. Normally she'd offer a hand to help Siiri up too, but right now she's worried about letting the puppy out of their sight.
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And Åsa ordering is a relief. Less having to talk to people on the phone.
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She orders a few sides for them as well, aware she's a big eater, then once it's been confirmed returns to Siiri's side, putting her phone on the table. "We have half an hour!"
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She answers over her shoulder, though. "Drinks are in the fridge."
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there's more to hide in, too.While the puppy curls up in Åsa's arms, Siiri will pick up the chair and place it on the table, and then do the same with the other chairs. And then start to make the room less dangerous for little puppies by generally placing things that could topple over too high up for the dog to reach yet.
She thought she had made the apartment baby safe, but apparently...
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And safe.
She can do this. Floweregg is very happy to just curl up in Åsa's arms and snuggle into her chest. It's nice and soft and warm and safe.
When Siiri has cleaned up, she'll come after them, and they'll do this and that and play with the puppy until the evening, when at some point they'll find themselves on the sofa, a sleepy puppy between them and a few bottles with various imported things on the table, flipping through channels. In the end it becomes some Swedish program through sattelite, and after the first two or three glasses that program has detoriated into a schlager quiz show.
It's not that Siiri cares much, even though it's still unsettling how well she understands the language... all of
it takes her a while to figure out what has been bothering her about this all the time. The alcohol doesn't help. Nor does the need to put her words into English.]
I shouldn't understand Swedish. [No, that's not right...] Well enough. [For... that. She gestures towards the TV.]
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Maybe I've rubbed off on you! [No Åsa that's not how it works.]
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[She's fairly sure of that. Yes, she might have heard and seen more Swedish than she's used to since she met Åsa, but... that should not have given her the kind of boost that she got.]
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Although... [Åsa strokes Floweregg as she thinks, though the motions are distracted.] You'd expect that it would be different because it was from long ago.
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[Same as with understanding it when spoken, really. It's weird.]
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[Or so she's always been told.]
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Finnish
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