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The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon when Freppa got back to the apartment he shared with the other Vörjeans. Even after moving out, Freppa always returned to his mamm's house for Sunday dinners; it was a tradition he wouldn't miss for the world. He had invited Tommy and Määnin along-- Marlene knew them well and surely wouldn't mind them joining the Sippus family for the night-- but they'd respectfully declined, saying something about "big plans." Neither of them were in the living room when Freppa arrived, so they must have gone out clubbing or something.
Freppa hung up his jacket and baseball cap when all of a sudden, he heard Tommy whine Määnin's name.
It seemed they hadn't gone out after all.
Freppa would be lying if he said he hadn't seen this coming. Tommy and Määnin seemed to speak a language that only the two of them understood, sometimes not even Freppa himself. He saw the way they'd steal glances at each other during rehearsals and onstage, and how Tommy watched wistfully as Määnin chatted up girls at house parties.
Most notably, he remembered the last time the three of them went to his mamm's house.
Tommy and Määnin had spent the better part of that evening eyeing each other hungrily, and about halfway through the former excused himself to take a leak. The latter followed suit shortly after under the pretense of a smoke break, but Freppa knew exactly what was going on. His bandmates never did anything quietly, and indeed, he could hear them in the bathroom.
Määni- ah!
Freppa knew that if the Vörjeans hadn't needed a guitarist, he wouldn't be in the band, but he didn't mind that one bit. He was in it for the music, and to him, that made every bit of good-natured teasing from Määnin and Tommy well worth it.
Though the prospect of getting even did seem pretty tempting.
Freppa grabbed his phone and went to the doorway of Tommy's room. Even from a few paces away, Freppa could tell that Tommy and Määnin were still going at it. Their poor neighbors.
This oughtta stop them, Freppa thought as the intro to George Michael's "Careless Whisper" played from his phone.
"What the- Freppa?" Määnin, still on his knees, gave his bandmate an incredulous look. "I didn't think you'd be back until later."
"Surprise," he said with a shrug. "I see you two are having fun."
Tommy's face turned the color of a beet. "Fredrik Sippus, I swear to God, if you tell anyone what you just saw, you're dead. You hear me, Freppa?"
"Loud and clear. I'll leave you now; I've already seen much more than I would have liked."