Mean something? Bjorn just gave Rekker a look at that. Of course it fucking meant something to him! This was an engagement ring! The Swede just held onto Rekker for a moment or two, just allowing it all to sink in slowly. Yet, the ginger was pissed off and angry.
"Who the fuck says you can't? Why don't we get married back home in Sweden? Or in Norway? Men can marry each other there. I fucking want to marry you, Rekker. You stubborn, grumpy ginger bastard! No one's ever asked me before and----and----this is fucking crazy and I LOVE YOU!"
The Swede just squealing loudly once more, clinging onto the Brit with his arms, holding the ring and looking at it while peeking over Rekker's shoulder. It was so pretty! How much had it cost? The Swede didn't want to ask since that was rude but he assumed it was really fucking expensive.
"It's so beautiful, babe. The colours! Ooh, so pretty!"
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"Who the fuck says you can't? Why don't we get married back home in Sweden? Or in Norway? Men can marry each other there. I fucking want to marry you, Rekker. You stubborn, grumpy ginger bastard! No one's ever asked me before and----and----this is fucking crazy and I LOVE YOU!"
The Swede just squealing loudly once more, clinging onto the Brit with his arms, holding the ring and looking at it while peeking over Rekker's shoulder. It was so pretty! How much had it cost? The Swede didn't want to ask since that was rude but he assumed it was really fucking expensive.
"It's so beautiful, babe. The colours! Ooh, so pretty!"