Let's give the 2ps some attention. Starting from my favorite 2p!
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A normal day for a certain young lady in the city of Stockholm. A dazzling winter night sky view, a beautiful city, yet the girl's expression remain stoic and unfazed. The girl is really beautiful, though she thought otherwise. SHe has (h/l) (h/c) hair, (e/c) orbs that shines brightly in the night sky, and smooth, soft (s/c) skin.The girl is
(F/n) (l/n).
Just an ordinary quiet girl living with her extremely social friend. Bernard Oxenstierna. A small sigh escape her lips as she saw the familiar figure standing in front of her house, waving excitedly at her. She rolled her eyes, annoyed. BErnard Oxenstierna is her friend, well, the male himself would say best friends but the girl thought otherwise.
"Hej, (f/n)!" He said, grinning happily as soon as the girl came face to face with him. "BAck to you" She stated and brushed passed him, unlocking the front door. Opening the door, she casually walked in and takes her shoes off. The Sweden followed her action but before that he obviously lock the door after closing it.
"Ber, what's for dinner?" She asked, dropping her bag down next to the sofa.
"Idk, why don't you make dinner this time?"
"Ber, I can't cook." She remind him.
"Oh right, silly me" The Swede chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Standing up, Bernard walk towards the kitchen to see what ingredients they have in the fridge. "We particulary could eat wha we want, (f/n)" "mention an example" she replied, flipping a page of her favorite book.
"Köttbullar, Apfelstrudel, Danishes, nah just kidding, we can only eat Köttbullar" He said.
Rolling her eyes, she close her book and put it on the table. "Moron." She said, to her it's a joking manner, to him it doesn't sound like one. "Oh I was joking!" BErnard protested, "so was I" she said and strolled over to the tall Swede, pinching his cheek.
"You can't read me like a book, can't you?"
"You're not even a book, (f/n)!"
"I am obviously not a book Ber!" She said squeezing his cheeks gently.
"That hurts!" he joked and rubbed his cheeks.
She rolled her eyes yet again and walks back to the sofa, "unbelievable" she said, flopping back down on the couch. Putting on her headphones, she pick up her mp3 device and press play on her favorite song. Soon enough she was singing her heart out, with a confused Swede staring at her from the kitchen door.
"Guess I'll just start teaching her how to cook tomorrow"
"What wast that?"
"Oh nothing"
