Private Finished Chairforce

"Throne? Why Sir Knight, surely you jest. A throne is not befitting of one as noble as I!" Luke said while turning as if he had a cape. Without further theatrics, he entered the store. Several pieces of furniture were scattered around the show room, and several people meandered about. Some were discussing the price of a particular item, while others were there just to lounge about on "free" couches.

"Now then...where the hell is the office chair sections..is that a thing? Does it even exist?" Luke asked to no one in particular. He huffed at the apparent lack of service, as all of the showroom salesmen were elsewhere, or occupied. So naturally, Luke chose a random direction, and started off.

Luke began to talk quietly to himself in Norwegian. His muttered words eventually ceased as he looked back at Jake. "Okay, I'm lost again, any ideas?" He said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

Luke rolled his eyes at Jake and sighed. "That, is a footrest Jake." He said while managing to stifle his laughter. Luke then marched off a different aisle. However this one was filled with dining room chairs. Most were made of expensive wood, with price tags to match.

"Uh..I don't think this is the correct place.." Luke said whilst he surveyed the ornate settings. He squinted and stared at the small numbers on a price tag. "What kind of person would spend that kind of money..ON A CHAIR?!" He exclaimed after throwing the tag down.

"Alright, so this aisle is a bust. Onto the next one! Forward men! To victory!" He shouted, this time ignoring the stares of the few souls in the aisle.

Luke tapped his chin thoughtfully as he examined the chair Jake was so gleefully spinning on. "Well, if you'd hold still I could get a better look at it." Luke chuckled. The chair itself was nice, small, affordable, and most of all, it looked comfortable. Now all that was left to do was buy it and get through the logistics of carting the damn thing back to his dorm. "Well, at least I have someone capable of outputting a lot of horse power...er...Wolf power?" Luke thought to himself, but quickly shook the strange thought aside in order to focus on the task at hand.

"Now then, to the cash register noble steed!" He exclaimed once again, whilst pointing imperiously toward the front of the store. Luke then marched off as if he was leading a vast army, still oblivious to the many stares he received. Then again, any small boy with gray hair and a Norwegian accent tends to draw a few stares.

Once at the cashiers desk, Luke began an even greater struggle. Locating his wallet. "Damn it, I thought I put it in my hoodie pouch..hnn..Is it in my pockets...? No...Argh! Where the hell did I put it!" He muttered to himself as he did a self pat down as if he was a criminal being frisked. Of course, all while remaining oblivious to the actual location of the wallet, firmly tucked into the back pocket of his jeans.

"N-no it's fine I just need to find it...Aha! Damn it!" Luke shouted as his wallet freed itself from its cloth prison. However said wallet somehow managed to slip from Luke's fingers and proceeded to skid across the floor.

What ensued next would surely go down in history as the greatest athletic feat known to man. Luke dove in pursuit of his wallet and slid across the floor on his stomach. He managed to grab the wallet before it slid too far out of reach. However he failed to compensate for the added momentum and ended up slamming into a nearby couch. Headfirst.

He lay on the floor groaning quietly while a small crowd of onlookers gathered. "Jake..why is my head ringing...I don't think my head should be rining...hey is that a squirrel?..." said a very dazed and confused Luke. He attempted to stand but managed to fall right back where he started. Instead, his dazed mind settled for grinning lazily up at Jake.

Luke was very distracted as he stared at all the wonderful colors dancing on the back of his hand. "Jake, blue doesn't like red, but purple wants them to stop fighting so that green can be friends." Luke mumbled before he promptly fell asleep and sighed softly. His head tilted to one side until his small frame was comfortably sprawled out in the chair.

Luke mumbled in his sleep. An odd mixture of Norwegian and English. He'd begin one sentence in English and switch halfway to Norwegian. Hopelessly confusing for someone who didn't speak both languages. This continued for quite some time until Luke finally quieted down. His breathing slowed as he entered a deep sleep. Of course, as fate would have it, he woke and nearly shot up out of the chair whilst looking around frantically.

He calmed down considerably and turned to look back at Jake. "For some reason I can't recall the last...actually..what happened?" His brow creased as he tried to puzzle out what had transpired over the past several minutes. "Weird..I can't remember..and..wait..When did we buy the chair? I thought we were still on our way to the register...And why does my head hurt." He said, and winced as he gingerly held his head in his hands.