Mick held onto Ulrik while managing to pull his father mostly off Syn and into the middle seat more. It was a total trash kart for sure. Ivar could tell the poor boy was shy and innocent so let go of Syn for now just to ease his nerves.
"We're nearly there. Sorry, Ulrik, I think my knee is in your ass."
Ulrik giggled but understood since it was so cramped. Fredrik kissed Mikkel's cheek and then felt Sigurd shift a little as he tossed his spent smoke out the window. Thank fuck they were nearly there.
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Date: 2023-02-14 10:14 pm (UTC)"We're nearly there. Sorry, Ulrik, I think my knee is in your ass."
Ulrik giggled but understood since it was so cramped. Fredrik kissed Mikkel's cheek and then felt Sigurd shift a little as he tossed his spent smoke out the window. Thank fuck they were nearly there.