not sin uh I guess... (this is in Chicago during the fifties because why not) Intern was at a Waffle House, listening to the swing/doo-wop (or something else that’s from the fifties) that the jukebox was playing. whatever you’re using walked in (that’s all I could think of)

Intern was quietly dancing, as the song switched to some chuck berry song. (it sounds fitting don’t question-)

(intern ->)

Inter was still dancing.

*Intern

Intern turned around for a spilt second, then went back down to sit.

He cleared his throat.

Intern picked up a fork, and quietly said: alright...

Intern took a bite of the waffle in front of him, and then looked out the window: ...Maybe it was a good idea to move here from Nuuk... (this is weird because greenland wasn’t founded until the 70’s aa)

(yes let’s just break the rules of time) Intern: Eh? Oh. Ali- alright, yeah.

Intern: I’m from... Greenland...

(I thought this was Chicago-) Intern: Uh... people’s voices are nice here...?

Intern looked back outside the window: yeah.

Intern looked at her hand, and looked at the table: In- Intern.

Intern: Uh...

Intern cleared his throat again: Why did y- m- why did you move over here...?

Intern: ...

Intern: Naamik.

Intern: No.. in Greenlandic.

Intern: M.. *he started to shake his head to the beat of the song playing, which was “Goody Goody.”*

(doo-wop is nice music) Intern: Sure..? (secretly he likes her because uh character development I guess)

Intern grabbed her hand, and stood up: Alrig.. (I just realized how weird this will be, sky having to lift their arms really high to reach him, him having one arm, his dominant eye is broken, and the size of his hands)

(yeah, Intern’s 9’7.) Intern let go, and started to do the twist: Heh... I like this better.

The solo part came on, and he started to twist like he’s never twisted before.

(huh, so I’m not the only one on this site that likes old music) Intern’s moth dropped into a smile, as he started to slow down, slowly.)

(you should be) Intern looked at Sky, then the crowd.

Intern stopped for a second: How can one song sound Cuban and African at the same time? *he started to go freestyle, combining every dance move he could thing of.*

Intern started to go out of breath, and reached to sit down at the booth.

Intern: Thank you...

Intern also smiled.

Intern: Uh...

Intern was sitting at home, watching some Dennis the Menace.

Intern still doing the same thing.

Intern walked outside, and took a stroll.

Intern walked past the park.

Intern was still walking.

Intern was far away from her: What? I can’t hear you!

Intern: Wh- e- alright. *he walked over to the other side*

Intern cleared his throat, once again: Sure...?

Intern: ...Cold.

Intern: It’s... cold in Greenland... that’s why it’s called... Greenland, and not Iceland...

(where did you go)

Intern: That’s what the... Vikings did... on purpo- Eh.

Intern look a deep breath.

*took

Intern: No, it’s fine.

Intern tried to find her hand to hold it.

Intern sat still.

(I’m not sure she can do that without standing up on the bench, Intern’s 9’7, but yeah I’m gonna act like that’s possible) Intern: Uh...Greenla..ndic.. people I guess..?

Intern: Uh...

Intern: it’s fine.

Intern coughed silently.

Intern started to hum “I Wanna Be The Leader,” extremely quiet.

(this is still here you know)

Intern place his arm behind her head, and started to fiddle with her sleeve.

Intern regained the happy feeling from yesterday.

(“hmm, let me just stretch my torso 5 feet into the air to reach his head.”) Intern stopped, and started to blush, in a feeling of confusion.

Intern: U.. u..h...

Intern: ...

Intern: I- ...me too..?

Intern sat in the most shock he’s ever felt.

Intern waited for her to fall asleep, and kissed her head.

Intern tried to fall asleep, since he couldn’t move.

Intern placed his hand in her head, before drifting asleep very slowly.

Intern woke up: When was... I sleeping on a bench... oh right...

Intern still couldn’t move, so he started to look around at the buildings surrounding the pond.

Intern was still looking around. (if you’re wondering, no I didn’t sleep. and I’m not tired. my body just restarts itself after 6am)

(*gee what a girl starts playing in my playlist as the sun comes up*)

Intern: Yeah... somehow. (no it felt really nice)

Intern’s broken dominant eye twitched a little.

Intern: ...

(and you died again)

Intern looked around some more. (if there’s a way to do both then he’s doing both)

Intern: I don’t.. know.

Intern stood up, hitting his head on a random branch: Ow.

Intern: I’m fine. That happens a lot.

Intern: Uh... *he helped her up* Are you okay?

(you’re about to die? don’t worry, an ice pack will fix that.) Intern: Oh crap...*he tried covering the gash, and ran around looking for a hospital.*

(and just like that, you’re sleeping on the floor! I knew the ice would help!) Intern: Oh no... *he pulled out a first aid kit, not knowing what to do.* So I uh... put the helping thing on the... spot, and then... i... put ‘eh bandage on? Alright.... *he did what he just said* now I wait... *he ran back to his house, and rested her on his bed.*

(there goes Intern’s floor) Intern was sitting there, shaking very nervously: Oh thank god you’re alive...

Intern got closer: ...R-ri-right here...

Intern: Uh...kind of...? *he hugged her* but.. you’re alive...

Intern was still, not knowing what to say.

Intern still was still.

Intern: ...No.

Intern: ...You’re welcome. *he smiled*

Intern kissed her cheek.

He kissed her other cheek.

He blushed, and proceeded with the kiss.

Intern’s body started to relax.

Intern: Heh..

Intern: Thank you...

Intern: I t- I think so...?

Intern: Asavakkit too.

Intern tried to sleep.

Intern was still sleeping.

He woke up: Huh...?

(it would cover her entire body) Intern: Oh right... *he tried to go back to sleep*

He feel asleep without noticing it.

Intern was still asleep.

He still was sleeping, and his leg moved a little bit.

Intern was somehow still asleep.

He woke up, but didn’t want Sky to notice, so he kept quiet:

Intern relaxed his head even more than it already was.

Intern didnt make any noise.

He tried to not give it away that he was awake.

Intern pretended he just woke up: Good morning, Sky.

Intern: ...Yeah.

Intern: That’s alright.

He kissed her back.

Intern: Food.

Intern: No. just something that’s food.

He followed her downstairs.

He sat down at the dining room table, trying to get the sleep out of his eye.

Intern: Thank you.

He began to eat some: This is better than every french toast I’ve had.

He proceeded to savor every bite he took.

Intern: Yep.

Intern laughed. (this is weird with my profile picture just staring at my comments)

(mr turner must be like: Oh! Now it’s getting good!) Intern put his mouth in the other side of the bacon strip.

Intern did the same thing.

Intern closed the eye that he could close.

He smiled.

Intern: Me neither.

He looked at her.

he placed his hand on her head.

He started to fiddle with her hair.

He continued.

Intern: ...Thank you.

He wrapped his arm around her torso.

Intern gets up and moves to the living room couch so it’s more comfortable.

Intern: Asavakkit too.

He kissed on her head in the shape of a heart while he sat down.

He lets Sky continue.

He let her continue.

(I have to go for the night)

Intern: it’s fine.

Intern: Naamik.

Intern: I love.. you too.

Intern: Hold on.... I have to use the bathroom. (oh no)

(I guess sure) He walked into the bathroom, and quickly came out: Alright.

Intern: Alright uh...

Intern: Uh... *he stood confused* What do you... (he’s not the... smartest of people.)

Intern scratched his leg: Huh? What does... what?

(man intern has such a large brain) Intern: ...

(doesn’t sound like a good idea doing this on a couch) Intern: Uh...

(ah right you’re right) Intern: Yeah.

Intern: Oh uh... *he raised his arm in confusion*

Intern: Uh... oh gosh...

(his brain is getting bamboozled right now) Intern: Why did you take you- your- why did you take your clothing off?

Intern: I can do the opposite of that. *He tried to escape*

(he spent most of health class writing scripts and didn’t learn anything) He slipped on the ground: Huh?

(somewhat in science, but failed it.) He cleared his throat: Uh... I’m going to get a glass of water... my throat is dry.

He grabbed a glass from a cabinet, and turned the sink facet on.

Intern: AH! Someone’s breaking into the house! *he ran over to the door*

Intern: Oh, uh...

Intern: Alright... Asavakkit too.

He stood there: What now.

Intern was still trying to process what she said.

Intern: ...What did- I didn’t quite... catch want you said. (kicks open door and says longest word in existence 12 times)

Intern: O- oh... *he wrapped his arm around her*

Intern: Thank you...

Intern: ...

(tall greenlandic-canadian guy) Intern walked upstairs into his room, trying not to wake her up.

He slowly got on the bed.

(the thing is he doesn’t understand half of what’s going on) He grabbed the blanket and covered them with it.

(he did, he’s just not that smart a lot) He rested his head on the pillow.

(I got an idea) Intern whispered to himself: Wait a second... did she mean that thing from- that we learned in 8th grade? ...Oh. Uh...

He tapped her head: You awake?

Intern: Oh. Okay. *he moved his arm away*

Intern: Oh. (big brain)

Intern: How did ya when you were sleeping?

Intern: Oh.

Intern: Uh... Sure? All I know is that it exists.

Intern: I’m fine, how do you think my arm and eye got like this?

Intern: Uh... I think.

Suddenly, the rotary phone next to his bed started ringing.

Intern: No, I got it. *he picked it up* Not now. *and immediately hung up.*

Intern: My director. Phil.

Intern: I don’t have to go.

Intern: Uh...

(uh) Intern: Oh right.

(he had a second and thought of something weird)

He placed his arm around her torso.