Hans Larsson

"English? Pequeña perra." Rekker knew other languages too, just not Swedish.

"I'm not surprised you have a prissy, bright colored bird." It fit right in with the Swede's personality. Rekker had house plants too, some huge like the palms in his living room. Despite his dark personality, the house is full of natural light and life. Even Crusher's greenhouse is full of live plants. In the kitchen, built into the wall there are a few smaller enclosures; large tarantulas and a few scorpions. Rekker liked living things being around it helped him stay stable.

He's busied himself filling a large dog bowl with dead rats, whole prawns, pieces of chicken and a few other things while they talk, Crusher pacing around at his feet and trying to lick up on the counter top.

"If I have any it's in the cabinet under the rose hair." He meant the tarantula. Bjorn would find a vodka bottle with, maybe, three shots left in it. Rekker didn't keep it around because it was too easy to die. "I just turned 42 this month."

He finally comments. There's no sense in hiding his age because that was easy enough to find out.