ulrich-anderson:
“Lass uns gehen Bärchen, dein Kumpel wartet.” Ulrich called from the kitchen, making sure he’s got everything they needed for the day. Once he’s packed the food, utensils, and spare clothes he loaded everything into the truck his buddy Richard had graciously lent him for the day. Going back inside, he found his son still playing on his console, the shirt he picked up for the day on the bed. “Hey bud, what’s up? Come on, let’s get you dressed up.” The father of one said as he grabbed the Switch from the young one.
Not heeding the kid’s whines and complaints, he slipped the console back in the drawers. It was not 5 minutes later that Misha came bounding out the door and hugging his dad’s midsection. “You good to go kid?” The rhetorical question came as they went out the door. Shooting Pim a quick text to let him know they’re on their way, the Father & Son duo went on their way.
Parking the vehicle on the side of the road, Ulrich rolled down the window while they waited. “Did you enjoy your day yesterday with Pim?” He asked Misha while fixing the cow lick on his hair. It was with great fondness that he listened to his son talk about the day he’s had with the babysitter. The smile on his face went unnoticed until he heard his phone ring. “Hello? Yeah we’re just parked in front. Blue Jeep.” Securing the kid’s belt, he got out of the car where he spotted Pim on the other side of the road. Waving at him, he leaned back against the cold metal door, ignoring the heat rising up to his face.
@pim-krane
Ever prepared, Pim had been all set an hour before. Occasionally, he would look at the hands on his clock to see if he had just enough tea and set down the cup. It was already his fourth, and if he had any more, he surmises that it might make trouble for him. The last time he was this anxious was before he ran away from his home. Though, in all honesty, this instance felt like it weighed a lot more. So, he calls up Ulrich, attempting to find any sort of human interaction to anchor him once more into composure, merely by asking where they were and informing them that he was all ready for the day ahead.
Pim had intended to make an impression, moreso than usual. He wanted the day to be great for Misha and Ulrich and his best foot forward was trembling, very unlike him. “I’ll be right outside.” he replies too stiffly and unceremoniously drops the call. Though upon seeing the duo, he finds himself smiling, comforted by their presence. “We’re nearly running late.” he looks at his watch then up to Ulrich as if to reprimand him. Despite their difference in size, he was not afraid to scold him and his son, but he does so in an almost soothing manner, and with a warm smile to boot, as if to signal quick forgiveness. “Can’t have that. We got people to show off to.” he straightens out the creases in Ulrich’s clothes and then leaves it with a small tug, chuckling. “Shall we?”









