Hans Larsson

"It's no fucking fun when you can't understand, is it?" Rekker was making a point of being surly over this. He didn't really care that the Swede spoke Swedish around him but he better be ready to take what he dished out. Rekker put the bowl down for Crusher in the corner of the kitchen and frowned at the singer.

"Oh Fuck, you might have to be sober for a minute, a fucking tragedy." Rekker snaps back. He like to drink and drink a lot but he can't and he knows he can't if he wants to stay alive. Living alone had nothing to do with his darkness inside and the way his mind always ground down on him every chance it got. He had just finished washing his hands and was going to make some tea when he felt the tug on his hair.

"Are you one of those bitches that chases after older men?" he had given up and fell back on teasing the singer. The compliment hidden in that comment paired with the touch though was enough to cause the anxiety to flicker inside again. Rekken had to respond though in like as Bjorn walked by he put a hand low on his back, dangerously close to an ass grab, and gave the singer a rough shove.