Meet your new roommate [Mathias + Arthur]

Mathias had complained more than once to the staff here that it was boring on his own in this room. Even so, even the Dane could enjoy some peace and quiet every once in a while. He had a bad night of sleep, so he was thankful not to have anyone whining to him about something or the other. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Maybe he could catch up on some sleep now instead of slipping into that wheelchair again to bother whoever came on his path. The staff finally seemed to be learning from these situations though. His wheelchair was just out of his reach.

But just when he was starting to doze off a nurse came into his room to tell him he would be getting a roommate today. Arthur Kirkland, she told him. Apparently someone else needed the guy’s bed and he would be placed with Mathias instead. He would be arriving here shortly. Well, so much for his peace and quiet.

Though ‘shortly’ could mean anything from a couple of minutes to a few hours, if you knew how things went around here. So once the nurse left, Mathias laid back again to rest. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what this Arthur person would be like. Hopefully it wasn’t some boring old man. He could really use someone to just talk with sometimes.

Arthur was not so happy with the sudden change of room. He had been quite happy to be on a room alone, now he was moved to another one. He was going to room with a guy called Mathias, with an unpronouncable family name.

He huffed and gathered the little stuff he had and was walked to the new room. He wasn't even going to be here long, why change rooms?! Arthur walked down the hallway, following the nurse. She opened the door for him and told him if he needed anything, he could always ask.

He nodded and she left. Turning towards his roommate. He was lying on his bed and Arthur noticed the wheelchair. He coughed. "Hello, I'm apparently your new room mate." he greeted politely.

Mathias had just been dozing off when the door opened. He looked up to see a nurse standing at the door with what he assumed was his new roommate. All thoughts of sleep were discarded for the moment, as Mathias tried to get a good look at the guy. The nurse left and the guy came in and greeted him.

“Hej.” Said Mathias. “The name’s Mathias Sørenson. What about you?”

Mathias leaned back against his pillow as he looked the guy over. Messy hair, wow what happened to that guy’s eyebrows? Mathias squinted a bit to get a better look at them – those things were huge – before moving down with his eyes. Grumpy face, a cast on his arm.

Looks like they were both were here for broken bones. Though for some reason Mathias didn’t think the blond was here because, for example, he fell down a mountain with his bike. No, he didn’t exactly look like a daredevil. Thinking about this made the Dane curious for the reason of the other’s broken bones.

“What landed you here?” Mathias asked with a nod at the cast.

Arthur smiled a little at the Dane. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, nice to meet you Mathias." he replied politely. He studied the man who was studying him in return. He slightly wondered what happened to him but he didn't want to ask, that would be rude.

Though just as he was thinking that the other just went and asked him about his broken arm. "A car accident. Nothing spectacular." He said, added with a chuckle. He could as well ask him too now. "What about you?"

[ Hey space husband 8D I figured I should reply on this 8D ]

Mathias snorted, but tried to cover that up at the last moment by pretending it was a cough. A car accident, such a lame way to get your arm broken. Cars were for pussies anyway. Real men took the bike. And the awesome real men, like himself, knew how to stunt on them too. He had yet to meet someone who could do that with a car. (he didn’t count monster trucks as car stunting, since that was just needlessly destroying things... though he would be lying if he said he had something against that).

“Well, I was biking with a mate of mine, and he said I wouldn’t be able to make it down this huge mountain in one piece,” He grinned. “I won,” Because he might have a broken leg and gotten some bruises, all parts of him were still attached. Now if he’d lost that leg (something he’d rather not think about, since then he’d have to learn how to bike with only one leg), then he would admit that his friend had one. But since that wasn’t the case he would keep denying that he lost. To the people who didn’t know what exactly happened there, at least.

Plus, he had gotten the price they had betted on. The bag of fine liquorice was still standing on his nightstand. A little more empty than it once was, but it was still there to prove his victory.