michael-krestt:
As much as Michael enjoys living in Norway, he doubts he’ll ever grow accustomed to the cold. Even Emily is less energetic in such weather and tends to cry or throw a fit when she’s too cold. These days, they tend to stay in the forever warm and cozy bookstore that he owns. Michael organizing shelves and whatnot while Emily kept herself busy with coloring books or flipping through colorful magazines. Since the days are slow, he normally ends up sitting at the desk with his little girl in his lap while she does her ‘job’ of littering the desk with crude, yet cute, drawings of poorly proportioned stick animals of unnatural colors.
When the bell to the door of the shop rings, Michael looks up from the green drawing of what could be a giraffe or a horse, looking over at the newcomer. “Good evening. If you need some assistance, I’ll be with you shortly.”
The bookstore was great shelter from the cold outside, and a good excuse to get Ida out of the house before she started one of her classic temper tantrums normally stirred up from boredom. Hoping that Michael would have his daughter with him today, Stefan and Ida had practically run through the cold to the door in hopes to catch them. Coming inside, he shed his jacket in the warmth, giving Michael an easy smile. “Hey, just us. Thought we’d come stop by before grabbing dinner. What are you guys up to?”













