Post by andrei volkov on Jan 19, 2015 22:13:49 GMT -5
dressed like a daydream
Sickness rarely graced the youngest child of the Volkov family. His mother used to joke that it might have been the fact that Andrei had inherited his father's stubbornness, which stopped him from giving into the demands of disease. His father would retaliate and said that it must have been the fact that he had inherited his mother's sass, which chased off the virus in search of a kinder host. His brother was the more practical of them both and said it was obviously the fact he was born a fighter and not a sacrifice. Whichever reason his family had for the reason why he never got sick, Andrei couldn't quite care as amusing as they were.
Feigning sickness had become a habit for the raven haired senior, but that was to be expected when he had no drive to drag himself onto the basketball court, much less actually change into his shorts. He wasn't toeing the line either because he made sure to keep up with his teammates' plays. He might have been a bit of a slacker, but he wasn't the kind to let a team down for not doing his fair share. Andrei made sure that he wasn't a burden, but rather the person that charged and yanked you forward while you were caught off guard.
He might have used that excuse a bit too much, there's only so much he can say about catching a cold when he was a young athlete, and that was why he was hiding from... well being caught by one of his teammates or heaven forbid, his coach actually took the time to go and find him. So Andrei figured, why not chill in the place they least expect him to be? Also known as the library. The fighter never did understand the appeal of the place outside of his rare visits where he had to satisfy this insatiable curiosity that nagged him to go to such a dusty and musty, book filled place. Google was at his fingertips and there was always 4Glte at his disposal after all, but for the sake of avoiding basketball practice, he needed to stay in here.
Andrei had to say that the library was rather well built with large windows to let light in. Natural light was the best light for reading and artistic endeavors to happen in, or so he was told. Fingers trailed along the spines of countless books as he passed down an aisle, glad that he was hidden by the tall bookcases and filled shelves. Well, he supposed, if he was here, then he should at least get some homework done. Andrei gave a small sigh, but his breath was caught when he spotted a crown of golden hair. Oh? What did they have here? His thoughts of homework were tossed out despite the backpack that was slung upon one shoulder. Certainly what he saw was not a rare book, but still an intriguing thing nonetheless.
Elliot Jespersen was a rather intriguing individual, more so because Andrei couldn't help but coax out those rather... entertaining reactions from the blonde. Not that he did bad things. Oh no, no. Andrei did not bully. He teased. And before anyone could say that it was the same thing, it wasn't. Andrei had finesse and to associate him with such a word was a crime in itself. Just a little purr here, a little sultry whisper there, and maybe an accidental brush of fingers mixed in. Nothing detrimental. At least, to the Russian it wasn't. His lips twisted upwards, curling itself into a smile that was reminiscent of a cat finding a small bird that had yet to realize the unpredicted danger that had slunk in behind it.
He approached the other from behind, footsteps making not a sound across the library floors. He was rather good at this and had years of practice (sneaking out his room window was just as easy too by the way). Without warning he leaned down, face only a hair's breadth away from Elliot's head, just so he could whisper right into the boy's ear.
"Rad vas videt~"
Nice to see you.