Stavanger Bay like a chef making donuts and pastries it’s time to make you sweat

the grin on rannveig's features ran unchecked; luckily he was devillishly handsome, so such an exorbitant expression was worn quite well on his grey features. he was fully expecting the sauce-train -- and it came, in the form of a compliment that set rannveig all atitter with bashfully fluttering eyelashes.

then another rock came whizzing past his head again -- yikes -- this one managed to just barely miss him, and after dodging rannveig resurfaced with another insufferable smile. without skipping a beat despite the fuck you sent his way, rannveig shook himself off as if dusting his fur -- and then with a look of seriousness, replied: "don't threaten me with a good time."