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Eirik let the other tug away his wrist without any resistance on his part, thin arm dropping to his side as he stiffly stood with his gaze drifting between the display and the other patron. He could feel his intestines knotting uncomfortably in his gut, not very sure in which way he could respond to the man's irritated snap and keep his pride, without igniting his discomfort further. Where was Lukas and his unnaturally quick wit when he needed him most to give this one a verbal backhand? The only thing he had for defense were the verbal jabs he had observed on the internet, and those seemed to work rather well. It was worth a try yeah?

"Your mother breaks in a week" he stated bluntly, not the slightest inkling of shame on his fair features as he met the other's eyes and adjusted his glasses. Smooth as butter he reached out and grabbed one of the boxes in front of him, holding it under his arm as he glided up towards the till to check out. He was basking in the momentary glory of winning, tugging out his purple status symbol to pay for it.

There was a pause from the cashier as he looked over the credit card and frowned, glancing up to look between the teen and the piece of plastic quizzically.

"Identification please" he requested politely, accepting the card that Eirik slid over and making sure that the names matched before neatly swiping the card and typing into the register. "Please enter your pin on the pad once prompted Mr. Bondevik. And thank you for your purchase." With a nod the worker placed the part into a bag and held it out to him, dropping the receipt into the bag once Eirik had signed it.

The teen made to get out his cellular and text Lukas to keep him updated before taking notice of something odd. He hadn't put his credit card back into his wallet. Quickly he patted the back pockets of his jeans to be sure it wasn't there, or even shoved awkwardly in behind his ID card. It hadn't been given back to him yet had it...

He glanced over his shoulder at the cashier, turning on his heel to approach the till once again. "You wouldn't happen to still have my card would you?" the teen asked politely, watching the man shake his head and hurriedly deny it with a suspicious little twitch of his eye.

It had all started with a bit of a lightheaded feeling, something he ignored as he soaped up his hair with the lilac scented shampoo Lukas seemed to like so much and massaged it into a gentle lather. It was relaxing, seated in the tub with the warm water slowly filing it up into a proper bath. It was the way he usually liked to bathe himself, a good rinse where he scrubbed away at every little crevice until his skin was raw and he was clean. A long soak followed that, where he leaned his head back over the edge and closed his eyes to relax, slim fingers curled around the rim to keep himself from slipping in too far if he happened to drift off. 

His forehead throbbed, but he forced himself to continue through the motions he was so used to, gently rubbing his temples with his fingertips every now and then to dull the pain. Conditioner followed after he scrubbed out the shampoo, running a thick plastic comb through the silken strands to distribute the product evenly. Eirik leaned his head back, letting the shower head do it's work as he tried to relax and get into the usual lull that fit so well with his soak. He almost wanted to put on an audio book to listen to in an attempt to distract himself, but the thought just made his growing nausea lurch in his stomach. Was this a migraine? He had read about them, and the knowledge that they came more often to the adult population of humanity made him swell with an awkward sort of pride. 

But it got worse, the cloud of steam growing and his breathing becoming more labored as he overheated, and eventually his stubborn streak breaking as he forced himself to climb up and out. The teen groped around for a towel in the near sauna and wrenched open the door, stepping out into the hallway and taking deep breaths of air as he wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around his waist. Eirik remembered with an awkward grimace that he had forgotten to turn on the fan, no wonder he had grown so light headed from all the steam, and where there was so much in the first place. It was still too steamy to go back in, and with the way his head was feeling he needed to sit down quickly and have his brother bring him something chilled to drink to cool down. 

"Lukas..." he called out, sounding a little bit more desperate than he would have liked as he padded down the hallway with bare feet to where he heard the faint sounds of a television program. "Can you get me something to drink...with ice?" 

The teen stepped through the kitchen towards the room where the television was on, another queasy spell hitting him and forcing him to lean against the doorway to support himself as he glanced over at the couch to... A stranger. His eyes widened, staring in surprise at the brunette who had seated himself on their couch so comfortably as if he belonged there. "Who let you in?" was the hurried question, the boy's lips twisting into a frown as he took an awkward step back, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy from his little sauna session. "And..." he reached up to rub his forehead with his palm, pursing his lips to combat his pain and shifting his other hand up to support himself against the doorway. "Lukaaaaas..." he weakly out into the flat, the towel dropping down over his hips and into a pile on the floor. 

He's got Cystic fibrosis

Yup yup~ Just that~ Sitting and chatting with snacks as Roderich gets paid.

Feed me sweets while I speak about my helicopter parent of a brother

Erik's fingers drifted over the surface of the 
MSI Z87 MPower Max's laminated specs card, casting a critical eye at the top of the line motherboard that he had come out to buy for his latest build. It was only recently that he had upgraded from his previous laptop to a newer model, but it had been a good six months since he had even tended to his beautiful desktop. She needed a good cleaning, a few upgrades, and of course a new cooling system but Lukas had for once given him a budget on how much he was allowed to spend and he wasn't pleased. Twelve-thousand pounds was crippling, the new video cards he wanted costed five-hundred each! He had a credit card of course, a Coutts Purple World Mastercard. His father in all his luxury would only accept the finest, and for his children who lived in London it was the finest in the United Kingdoms. 

It was to be supposed that Lukas wouldn't notice if he spent a few hundred more than agreed on, but he didn't want to antagonize his brother now. Especially after he had allowed him to go off shopping by himself for parts rather than hovering around him like the helicopter parent he usually was. There were terms of course, Eirik calling a taxi and not taking the tube home, and lastly Eirik texting him at every leg to keep him updated precisely where he was at all times. It frustrated him, he wasn't a child or anything like that, but he merely nodded and didn't bicker. Lukas would bring up the incident when he got lost trying to take the tube, and the argument would be cut short at that. It had been...months ago, but Luaks kept bringing it up like it had just happened hours prior. He had learned, it was a mistake, why couldn't his brother move on like he had?

But on another note, the motherboard was perfect and only 300 pounds, a pretty nice deal. But...if he wanted to upgrade to a new intel chip it would be more that half of his budget! His frustration grew as the prices bounced around his brain and he tried to come up with a solution that wouldn't compromise on any of the power that he wanted his computer to have. Eirik wasn't used to making compromises when it came to money in real life, games made it so easy to juggle cost and quality. 

A soft sigh welled in his throat, small frame slumping for just a moment whilst he brushed his fair hair back off behind his ear and out of his eyes. He had taken care to try to disguise himself as usual, thick rimmed frames on his nose to assist with his nearsightedness already changing his usual appearance enough that no one would recognize him unless they knew him well. Eirik wasn't the public figure that his brother nor father was, but there was always the occasional photo that popped up and to be quite honest he wouldn't be sure how to handle people walking up to him. No one really seemed to expect that much from him, he wasn't the political pawn to kiss up to like his brother, and quite generally he seemed to be left far out of the public eye. He did know though that his father's publicist had quite the speech for when he eventually died, the file one he had come across more than once in his little explorations of the company servers. It had been edited many times over the years, and every now and then he would slip back over to scroll through it and see what was new. There was even a marketing campaign that was ready to launch before his body was could, but he had quickly closed the file without reading any further. Something about that made him feel...well he wasn't quite sure to be honest, but it wasn't anything good and he never made mention of it to Lukas.

Eirik though was looking rather inconspicuous with those thick frames, dark wash jeans, and a soft grey button down that was loosely tucked in to his waistband. It was different than the suits and contacts he was placed into for public events, and he felt that hair was a little more unruly, even if it did seem to lay like a dead fish over his forehead. He almost looked like any other teen, pale and willowy with hopelessly stiff movements

His light eyes narrowed into slits as he leaned in close to examine the specs of the computer part once again, not paying the slightest mind as he reached out for one of the rounded under the display and mistakenly grabbed another patron's wrist. It took Eirik a moment to notice, or a little more if one noticed that it took tugging the limb up to his chest and feeling resistance for him to even look up in a stunned silence. 

"...You don't want that" was the hasty excuse tumbling from his lips, blood rushing to his cheeks as utter humiliation took hold. "It's not nearly as good as the..." he paused for a moment, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the next display of motherboards over. "As the X99-Deluxe. It's more versatile and can manage to do just about anything." It also cost a good 75 pounds more without a chip, and even more with the latter added in. It wasn't much better, multitasking was certainly not it's forte. Yet he tried to keep his expression neutral, still awkwardly holding his wrist.