Who: The Skwisgaars What: Flailing Where: Stockholm When: Nowish Warnings: Yeah, probably some NSFW stuff. They're Skwisgaar.
The elder had seen his younger self approach their mother on the forum. Their mother. Ugh. The very thought of her made his blood run cold, and get anxious to a degree that was simply unnerving. He also saw how his younger self buckled under the weight of her words. He knew that even now, if he were in his younger counterpart's shoes, he'd wind up doing the same.
He had to do something other than cower in fear. He stood from his bed, where he'd been laying, frantically picking away at his guitar, listening to Lulu tell him what was being said between others and the whore, before he looked over at her and handed her the guitar. "I goings to does something. You stays right here, stays out of it. Dis ams betweens us." That said, he moved swiftly to follow his younger self to Sweden and tail him. He could hear the matriarch of all things Swedish and Proper scold and screech at his younger self and it set his nerves on end. His fingers twitched quickly before curling into fists and before he knew it, Servetta was unconscious on the ground with a fresh bruise starting to bloom on her high cheekbone and he was shaking his hand out, hissing at the pain. He looked to his younger self then, and said, "Pff't, she can molds it back intos a place laters. Face beens make of plastics since 1983."
Honestly, the bitch deserved it. She offended Lulu, she badmouthed Soren, she fucked Miniver's dad, and she berated him. All within an hour or two of coming to this world. He thought that had to be a new record for her.