He sat down heavily at his computer chair. Why did he have to wait until the last possible moment to complete the paper? He hit the power button lightly, signed in, and got onto Microsoft Word.
His phone buzzed, making him jump. Who would call him at this hour?
Oh. It was Tomas. That was okay.
"Hallo kattunge."
"Hi Tord." The other male's voice was laced with sleep, and Tord could practically see his disheveled appearance.
"What do you need?"
"Help with my paper. I can't do it."
"What if I refused to help you meg kattunge? I do have my own paper to work on after all."
"C'mon Tord. I can't do it by myself."
"si Vennligst."
"I don't speak Norwegian you prick."
"Say please."
"Please?"
"I'll be right over."