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[vaimo]

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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[hustru]

Floweregg is, shock aside, fine, but she'll still not protest when Siiri deposits her in Åsa's arms. Mostly because Siiri is scary and she'd rather hide in Åsa's chest 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...

[vaimo]

Åsa didn't expect to have Floweregg given to her, but she doesn't complain either, snuggling the puppy in and stroking her fur soothingly. "Hey now, you're all right. You need to be more careful, though. We don't want you to get hurt! I know you want to explore, but you can still be careful." She rubs her ears, and then picks her up, cradling her in one hand as she goes to get their drinks while Siiri continues cleaning up.

[notbloody]

[Oh, this is nice.

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.]

[vaimo]

Hmm? [Åsa's pretty content, warm and happy, the alcohol sitting heavily in the bottom of her stomach and making her much more relaxed. Between the alcohol and the TV though it takes more than a little effort to try and understand Siiri.]

Maybe I've rubbed off on you! [No Åsa that's not how it works.]

[hustru]

That wouldn't be enough.

[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.]

[vaimo]

An echo, then? We would have spoken Swedish in the past.

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.

[hustru]

More similar than Finnish. I still can't speak it. [Simliar enough to only give her understanding a boost, and then being with Åsa would have done the rest, perhaps?]

[vaimo]

You think it was an echo, then? Can you read it? [What a curious thing to think about, what languages they might have spoken.]

[hustru]

Better than I should.

[Same as with understanding it when spoken, really. It's weird.]

[vaimo]

Then now I just need to teach you to speak it and write it! [If they hadn't been drinking she probably wouldn't have been so happy to say that. But now she doesn't even second think it, beaming at Siiri as she adds something she wouldn't dare to offer otherwise.] And you could teach me Finnish! Or do your best to!

[hustru]

It's a hard language to learn.

[Or so she's always been told.]

[vaimo]

I'd still like to learn, though! I want to be able to talk to you in your first language too!

[hustru]

[Let her just...

blush and hide her face in your hair. This is an excellent plan. So cute and she wants to talk to her in her first language and how did she get this lucky and so cute.]

[vaimo]

[Oh! Suddenly there's a Siiri in her hair. At least this time she can guess what caused it and she just has to hope that it's a good reaction. It is, right? It has to be, Siiri's coming closer, so that has to be good.]

And we should teach Floweregg too! She'll probably learn quicker than I will. [She laughs, squeezing Siiri's arm lightly and settling into her.] Oh, and we can teach her Swedish too. Or will that be too much for a puppy?

[hustru]

You'll learn quickly.

[And then she suddenly has an idea.]

Say I'm cute. [The last words are Finnish.]

[vaimo]

[Åsa looks up, processing what Siiri said, and trying to get her head around it. She's heard bits and pieces of Finnish before, but never tried to speak it. What if her accent's too strong? Will Siiri laugh at her? She licks her lips nervously, then carefully tries to echo the syllables, hoping that it's not too mangled.]

Finnish

[hustru]

You are.

[There is a smile on her lips, playful and careful and happy.]

[vaimo]

[Oh. Åsa's not sure how what she said made Siiri smile like that, but she is sure that she wants to entice more smiles like that out of her. She's so beautiful when she's happy (not that she isn't otherwise, but she's even more beautiful now). Her own smile turns fond in return, content and peaceful.]

What does it mean? [As she asks, she reaches up to shyly tuck a lock of Siiri's hair back behind her ear. Sorry, Floweregg, you're forgotten for now.]

[hustru]

I is I.

[She's not going to admit fully what she just said. At least not straight away. Especially when Åsa is only amping up the cute right now.]

'm is am.

[vaimo]

[Åsa takes just a moment to process that before her cheeks go pink, flustered and embarassed.] What did you make me say I am? [She doesn't think that Siiri would make her say anything mean, but it was almost certainly something embarrassing judging from Siiri's reaction. She can't resist the urge to hide her face in her hands, hiding from Siiri, and hiding her blush from her.]

[hustru]

[She blushes a bit, and suddenly isn't sure anymore if that was such a good idea, but it's so true.]

Cute is cute.

[vaimo]

Siiri! [Åsa's tone is half a whine under her embarrassment.] I'm not cute! I mean - thank you - but you shouldn't teach me to lie!

[hustru]

You are.

[Very firmly and decidedly, and her ire at Åsa not believing her - not because she doesn't believe her, but how could she even think anything else? What must people have told her? - gives her voice an edge.]

[vaimo]

[Wow Siiri do you have to be so intense about it, now Åsa isn't sure whether to be more embarrassed about the fact that Siiri thinks that she's cute when she really isn't or to apologise for saying that she isn't (even though she really isn't). What she really wants is for the ground to swallow her up. Or for Siiri to stop glaring. Either would be good. For now she just looks down and curls in a little, trying to hide from her somewhat.]

It's - I mean - thank you! But I'm too... [She waves a hand, awkwardly.] Ah, I mean, well, it doesn't matter! [...Does Siiri really think she's cute? And why does that make Åsa even more embarrassed. She's not sure she wants to say anything else. What if Siiri changes her mind?]

Ah, but Floweregg's cuter!

[hustru]

Even cuter when you hold her.

[Which is the truth. And still delivered with the same intensity.

Because there just is a point of no return. ....and also a point where you got to escape from the situation, and that is reached now as she disentangles herself and jumps to her feet to run and get them something to drink maybe, or use the toilet, or... something.

Yes.

Point is, and here she goes.]