Post by andrei volkov on Jan 18, 2015 0:30:32 GMT -5
dressed like a daydream
Weekends weren't really something that Andrei looked forward to, especially when he had nothing planned for them. Outside of the usual Sunday homework load that had been put off, procrastination at its finest, there wasn't much to look forward to. Okay fine, there were a few things. One of them happened to be sleeping in without a care in the world. Now that was nice. Sleep was something the raven haired fighter enjoyed the most and he couldn't be bothered to get up early in the day. Weekends were not designed for such a thing.
There was also his weekly talk with his mother. Andrei was always a mama's boy at heart, after all, he was spoiled very well by her. And just because he lived half way around the world, it didn't stop her from sending him rather large care packages. Not to mention the black card that was placed into his wallet with some equally ridiculous amount of money that he could spend at a swipe. He supposed the other thing to look forward to was shopping.
He had a taste for expensive things. Andrei couldn't help it, not with the way he was raised. As spoiled as he was, the fighter was very sure that his father wouldn't have settled for anything less than the best. Other than that? There wasn't much to do on the weekends. Andrei wasn't exactly the popular one at school, not that he minded much. It did beat drug dealing in the streets back in Moscow, but it wasn't exciting. If anything it was a quiet life, but he supposed, that was what his parents wanted. To be honest, it was kind of boring sometimes.
To keep the boredom away, Andrei figured he would go and mill around the shopping district. Whether it was window shopping or actually buying something, it didn't matter so long as he was not staring at the ceiling for the next five hours. Hands tucked into his pockets, he left the store he had entered a little less than ten minutes ago. A sigh escaped his lips, but other than that he said nothing. Children were running underfoot, almost knocking into him as they passed by. Andrei said nothing, not caring much to scold and besides, why would he? He wasn't their parents.
As he continued through to enter the plaza, his eyes caught onto the familiar form of a brunette sleeping on the edge of a fountain. Ah. Now this person he would scold. Was she really sleeping there? Of all places. A fountain edge. So content was the other fighter that she would sleep on such a hard surface and in the middle of a public place. Wouldn't she get wet from the water? Wouldn't the kids try and wake her? What if someone tried to hit on - Eh, Remy would probably either flirt back or scare the person away. Worse comes to worse, it might turn into a brawl and the police were called. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
Really though, Andrei thought, why did he even need to ask these question? Surely by now he would have known better that Remy Delacroix could sleep just about anywhere without a single worry of who saw her, what time of day, where she happened to be, and why she would care. Unlike his friend though, Andrei wouldn't have chosen this as a place to sleep. He'd prefer somewhere quieter and less... well, less with a possibility of this.
Without a word he approached the sleeping girl, boredom finally killed instead of kept at bay. He was tempted to just do the normal thing. You know, where you just gently rest a hand on their shoulder and shake them awake, but where was the fun in that? It wasn't something he could resist. It's a shame really, to fall into such temptation. Andrei reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pushed. Maybe it could have been a shove, but regardless of what one could call it, the deed was done. Either Remy had quick enough reflexes to latch onto his arm to keep her from falling or she was going back to the academy soaking wet. Oops.
Either way, Andrei leaned over to look at the other. "You should be careful where you sleep." Then without any remorse, he shamelessly gave the biggest shit eating grin he could plaster upon his face. "S'up, Remy."