>>5829500At the end of the hall that leads to mostly empty and unoccupied bedrooms where no lovers or family sleep, you see Kiikoinen finishing himself up in the mirror. He has more creams, gels, hairsprays, pomades, and <span class="mu-i">is that hair dye you spot</span> in his cabinet than you have space to put in your fridge. His own self seems to be his biggest hobby.
Finishing up, he turns around, and with vigor approaches you. He's done himself up unexpectedly well and he's his hair a bit different. You wouldn't believe he's thirty. It almost seems a bit out of character for such a taciturn trollslayer to have this much cosmetics, and hair that goes over his forehead like that. You won't judge though.
“Hello,” he greets in his neutral manner, if a bit impatient. “Is there something you need?”
You smile and look aside bashfully. “Haha, yeah. I was looking to go see what there is to do up here in Helsinki, and thought you'd might want to tell me some spots, or come with me?”
He looks at you in a somewhat frustrated manner, but then tilts his head in consideration. “Certainly. I was going out myself.”
You pump your fist. “Nice! Where to?”
“When I'm off the clock, I'm off the clock,” he says, rolling up his dress shirt's sleeves. “I leave the planning at the door.”
With a different spontaneity, he Lalli gets dressed quickly and after grabbing a fistful of electrolyte hydration powder packets and downing six ounces of vodka like it was his morning medication, he leads the way out.
