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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 9, 2012 23:03:26 GMT -5
He always liked working at the docks, it reminded him of when he was a child. Or…not a child, but of when he was younger. His first day on the job, how the older men helped him to learn the ropes. How to tie knots, what cargo was safe. How to properly handle the items, how to carry them down.
How to appreciate teamwork. How to work together.
He missed those days. Everything was simpler then. He had his job…and his family. A sad smile crawled onto his face as he reflected briefly on his darling little sister. Her cute face. How he had somehow lost her…
And his little brother. The fire in his eyes, that fight in his heart. Things Krystian never had but always wanted.
“Krystian! Get a move on!”
“Yes sir! Sorry sir!” He shook his head of his thoughts and tried to focus on the task at hand. Loading, unloading. Loading, unloading.
“Krys? Krys I did it.” Krystian turned to the young man standing by the boats edge, a smile on his face, “I did the knot.” And that familiar look on his face, it reminded Krys of when he was young. His first knot. His first boat ride…his first adventure.
“You learn too fast little one!” He cried out, ruffling the boys hair while he picked up a large sack in the other, “If you keep this up, then perhaps they will move you off knot duty sooner than you think!”
“You think?” The boy asked, before catching himself and frowning, hiding his excitement, “I mean…whatever.”
“Aw~ I see through you. Come, help me with the last load, then it will be lunch.”
“Whatever.”
“That’s the spirit!” And with that they walked off the boat onto the docks and into the heavy crowd.
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Post by sey on Apr 11, 2012 23:31:28 GMT -5
Eishoff might have been terraformed to become a more sustainable place for humans, but the ocean and its brisk temperature hadn't changed. Coming to the docks, she felt the temperature drop. Natalya suddenly felt she should have brought a jacket to wear over her dress. But it wouldn't be necessary. She had no intentions of staying in this place for long.
This place wasn't really something she was accustomed to. There were several people around and she disliked groups. And then was the fact it was a rather loud place, and Natalya preferred quieter things. Being here was nothing more than a necessary evil. She was here to ensure the arrival of her cargo was undamaged and nothing more.
A man led her towards the boards where a crate was being unloaded. The man was the broker for her cargo, bragging about the care and quality of the men that brought things from the rest of the world to Eishodd, but she wasn't paying attention. The cold blonde simply wanted to ensure everything was as she brought it then have it delivered to the hotel. At least, that was her original plan.
As the man continued to talk, Natalya had spotted something very wrong. Something definitely wasn't right. She hadn't even spent the morning drinking, so why was she hallucinating? On the boat seemed to be a man that looked like an adult version of her brother. He looked much big though the last time she had seen Ivan he was still a teen boy. Still, he was a towering man wearing an aged scarf with a happy smile on his face.
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. There were differences, but she was almost sure that was Ivan reincarnated. But that couldn't be the case. Ivan had died many, many years ago. Perhaps he was the ghost she thought she saw that one day during her performance. But he...he couldn't be. He looked like he was working on a ship the way he conversated and smiled with those workers. Someone like that couldn't afford box seats.
Her mind struggled to comprehend things as the man left the boat and walked past her. She wasn't even paying attention to the broker and she didn't care for the cargo anymore. She could afford to buy new gifts if those items were broken. What mattered was this man that looked like her dear deceased brother. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he look like Ivan? She had to find out why. She turned around and watched him walk away from her. She couldn't help but follow him in an obvious manner like some lost puppy. People in her way were simply shoved out of the way with her cybernetic arm since she wouldn't let him get too far from her. She would never let him escape until she was satisfied.
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 12, 2012 6:52:53 GMT -5
Krystian couldn’t help but feel as if he was being followed, and after walking down the docks for a few minutes the feeling didn’t stop. He quickly glanced behind him only to see a variety of people.
Nothing odd about that.
However as he turned back around he heard a few yelps of protest behind him. He looked over his shoulder once more to see a young woman. She had long blond hair and a delicate figure.
She was graceful and seemed to walk with confidence.
Oh, and she was shoving people left, right and center out of her way.
On top of that, she was staring directly at him while doing so.
Krys focused once more on what was in front of him as he pondered over this new situation. Was she following him? Or was she just walking in his general direction?
Then again, most people don’t stare into your soul while shoving others out of their way unless they really need to talk to you.
Krystian nodded at his own thought, but this just created more questions. Why would a woman be following him, and why on earth would she want to talk to him? He didn’t have money and he wasn’t the nicest looking of men (since his crying tended to scare women away). He rubbed his chin, his eyes focused on the ground as his legs stopped walking.
If she does not want money from me, and is not seeking me out romantically then….Well I don’t have much else, other than strength-
Krystian clapped his hands together suddenly as everything fell into place.
Of course! She is looking for someone to carry something! It would explain why she is at the docks.
Krystian turned on his heels and began walking towards the woman, a smile on his face. He could help her, of course. It wasn’t necessary uncommon for people to approach him for odd lifting jobs due to his stature and strength.
With a warm expression Krystian nodded at the woman as he came to stand in front of her. He was incredibly tall compared to her, and he hoped this wouldn’t intimidate the poor thing.
“Hello! You are looking for someone to lift things, yes? I can help. I am very good at lifting things! Or…uh…perhaps if you need something moved, I can also do that.”
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Post by sey on Apr 12, 2012 8:03:43 GMT -5
He stopped walking at one point and looked back at her. Natalya didn’t shy away or pretend as if she weren’t following him. Her stare only got more intense. Her blue eyes would never let him out of her sight. But something odd happened after that. He wasn’t scared by her intensity but attracted to it. He turned around and approached her with a happy smile. Soon, the large figure was towering over her.
He had an oddly joyful tone when talking to her. She wasn’t too sure if her brother had such a happy tone when he talked to her. It had been so many years since she heard Ivan’s voice that she couldn’t remember clearly. He did seem to have a smile at all times regardless of how miserable of a place their household was. This man had that same smile. It made her feel odd. ”Something moved…” she repeated as if she didn’t understand things. Her blue eyes glanced away from him for a moment back towards the giant crate back on the boat, then back to him. ”Yes, well,” she muttered. That crate needed moving. But she didn’t want him to move it. Her brother didn’t need to do stupid things like move boxes.
…!
But this man wasn’t her brother. Natalya frowned as she looked down at the wooden ground. He wasn’t Ivan and he couldn’t be Ivan. If it were her brother, he would have recognized her and hugged her. He would have kept her close and they would be together forever. But they were strangers because this man wasn’t related to her. He just looked like her brother. ”There is a box on that boat that belongs to me,” she explained. Her blue eyes glanced back up towards him. Was he going to go get that box now since he wanted to help? She wasn’t too sure how she felt about that since she would simply follow him onto the boat. She had never been on a cargo boat before. Were they safe?
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 12, 2012 14:31:59 GMT -5
Something flashed across the woman’s face that caused Krystian’s heart to stir slightly. Before her gaze was intense, curious, full of wonder. But then that changed. She must have thought of something because it quickly faded into a different expression. One he couldn’t quite put his finger on, however it wasn’t one of joy.
He could only compare the expression to that of a kind of disappointment, like when a child finds out his hamster must have died because the one in his cage isn’t the same. He isn’t horrified but…it still hurts.
He tried to brighten his smile further, as if to somehow comfort whatever was troubling her.
“Oh, a box you say? That is fine. Yes, I can move that,” He nodded quickly and looked towards the boat before motioning her to follow him, “It is no trouble. No need to worry yourself.”
Perhaps there is something special in the box, and she is afraid I might damage it?
As they made their way towards the boat he tried to think of all the possibilities. Maybe, once she got a good look at him she didn’t trust him. Maybe she thought he was someone else? Maybe she didn’t think he was strong enough for the job anyway and now didn’t want his services…
With a determined attitude he made his way up the ramp and onto the boat, glancing around at all the different cargo.
“No need to worry, everything will be fine,” He cooed, as if trying to comfort a child. He rubbed his hands nervously together as he turned to her, “So, what is it and where is it going-I mean- if I can ask-um-“ Suddenly his imagination got the best of him as he thought of how offensive he could have sounded. He had just met her, and now he was asking what was in her special box? Maybe it was something top secret, or something horrible like the ashes of her mother- and now by him asking about it she was going to get so upset by thinking about it once more and start crying- meaning he had just caused a girl he had just met to start crying-
“No! No I’m so sorry! It’s ok! You don’t have to answer! I meant no offense!” He wrung his hands in panic, his eyes tearing up.
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Post by sey on Apr 15, 2012 11:24:15 GMT -5
He agreed to move the box without any trouble. She never felt grateful for people below her to do things, and she didn't feel it for this man. But she did feel disappointed he agreed. Her brother probably would have agreed to carry anything for her or help her in any way, but this person wasn't her brother. She couldn't get lost in some fantasy of this man being him. Even so his smile made her feel a little better since it felt like he was smiling for her.
He went up the ram to the ship and she followed behind him, slowly. These things weren't made for her since they were too steep for someone with heels to be walking without steps. He told her not to worry for whatever reason. She looked down at the water below. She had no worries of falling, so he didn't need to say such things. When she finally made it aboard, it seemed to be asking what it was and where was it in a nervous way. That definitely wasn't a trait of her older brother's. He was not a nervous man. He was strong and brave, bold but soft, and always masculine.
"It is that box," [/b] she told him sternly as she pointed to the box, "and it has gifts inside."[/b] There was a painting and sculpture for people she knew in this city. They were important in the sense she had picked them out and it would be troubling to have to once again find gifts. But it was unimportant overall. She was willing to abandon the items merely seconds ago. If the items inside the crate were harmed, she'd have more problems with the broker than anything since he wouldn't have done his job. She stared at him and noticed his eyes tearing up. She glared at him intensely. Why was water forming in his eyes. "Are you crying?"[/b] she asked bluntly as she walked over towards him. That was weird for a man to do. She had never witnessed a man crying. Her father was masculine to a fault and never tolerated feminine men. It might have affected her brother directly or indirectly. It was hard to tell since her memories of him were so detached from her father. She didn't even remember their interaction but times she got to keep him all to herself. "Men mustn't cry,"[/b] she told him as she used his scarf to dry his tears. She gave him a deep frown. She wasn't someone to usually wipe of tears, but he looked rather helpless. It was odd. A helpless man who looked like her brother. "If the crate is too heavy, simply leave it there. Someone else will retrieve it."[/b] [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 15, 2012 21:43:08 GMT -5
She was a strong woman. He could see that from the variety of expressions she showed him. A glare. A stern look. One of slight frustration. Even as she grabbed his scarf and wiped his tears her expression wasn’t much different. Her eyes didn’t hold compassion. If anything, she just looked confused.
“Men mustn’t cry.” She said simply. He couldn’t help but sniffle and smile a little. She was just like his brother. Always saying and acting like everything was a bother, when in fact there was some compassion there. It was slight, and there wasn't much of it, but it was there nevertheless.
However, she wasn’t his brother, and so he did feel a pang of guilt at her blunt ways. He was bothering her with his antics (but, what else was new? Almost everyone he met seemed to be incredibly irritated at his incisive crying). He coughed a little and tried to calm his nerves, his fingers dabbing his eyes.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. It is just how I am, see? Yes…I try not to but ah…well…sorry.” He turned his back to her and towards the box, trying to focus his attention on the task at hand, “This is the box? Alright.” At her suggestion he frowned slightly.
Wait for someone else to take it? But then I would have caused her trouble for nothing…
He shook his head and stretched his arm.
“I can do it, I am very strong. Is the only thing I am really good at.” With a quick one over he looked down to the docks, “I will move it down there, and then we will take it to your car or…however you will bring it home. You see? Though I am surprised, normally if you order something of…ah…that is nice the company will handle the shipping and handling for you.” He gave a small frown and pouted, “I think you should call whoever arranged this for you miss. Surely they did not think you could carry this yourself-um-not that you can’t I mean- nevermind.”
He quickly turned back to the box and, bending his knees, picked it up in his arms. It was heavy, that was for sure, but it was not the heaviest thing he had ever had to carry. With a grunt he nodded to the woman.
“See? Is no problem! All is well! No need to worry miss,” He rested his chin on the box as he thought of the nice things inside, “And they are gifts? How nice. They must be good friends if you are getting them something this heavy miss- m…oh!” With a flustered gesture he put the box down and, after wiping his hands on his pants, extended his hand to her, “I did not ask your name! I’m sorry. Here, I am Krystian. Krystian Arlovsky. It is a pleasure to meet and do business for you ma’am.”
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Post by sey on Apr 27, 2012 14:18:26 GMT -5
He stopped crying, thankfully. It was a wonder how a man of his size could be drawn to tears so easily. Then again, her memories of her cow tits sister were felt with teary eyes. Even back then when she was more innocent and naïve, she didn’t understand why Kateryna had tears in her eyes. But even though he stopped, he claimed his teary expression was natural. Natalya frowned at his response. ”Unacceptable,” she muttered. It wasn’t right for a man that had a similar face and structure to brother’s would cry to easy. She would change this in honor of her brother’s memories. Some random man that looked like him couldn’t be allowed to soil his memory.
He might have been a cry baby, but he was strong. He was also a bubbling idiot since all the things he said to her were unnecessary. She didn’t really need him to carry the box. He just asked what she needed and he decided to take it upon himself to do it. Not once did she say I need you to carry it. But he did it well enough. He moved it off the ship to the docks without problems, much to her surprise. And he didn’t cry. Once he was finished, he introduced himself to her.
”I’m Natalya…” she muttered as she stared at his hand. It was extended to her? She blinked a few times. This was unexpected. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Did he wish to hold her hand or even kiss it? She wasn’t sure what she would do it the man who looked like her brother kissed her. The thought brought a crimson stain upon her cheeks. She took his hand with both her hands and held it but made sure he couldn’t bring it up high to kiss. She definitely wasn’t ready for his lips to touch her.
”Krystian…” she muttered feeling a bit unhappy about his name. It wasn’t like she could rename him Ivan and run off into a fantasy world with him. But now that he was literally with her grasp, she wouldn’t let him go. ”You are coming with me. Do you understand,” she told him with a serious look. She didn’t even wait for a response. She simply pulled him along with her cybernetic hand from the docks back to the streets. There was a car waiting for her. The box really didn’t matter. Even the contents in the box didn’t matter. Gifts could be replaced. But Krystian was priceless at the moment. She pushed him into the car and then got inside her.
”We are going to my hotel.”
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 27, 2012 20:36:05 GMT -5
“Natalya? What a nice name!” He said happily. However she didn’t shake his hand, rather grabbed it with both of hers. He stared at her hands as they held his. They were so small and delicate, and soft. He missed soft hands. His were so hard after all…
He was just about to wonder what kind of treatment she used on her hands when suddenly she began to pull him. At first he was shocked, after all he wasn’t used to woman just pulling him places. However, what shocked him most was that when he tugged slightly away, her grip tightened.
She’s strong! How can she be so strong if she is so small? He tugged again, but this just seemed to make her go faster. And she had said he was coming with her…
Well of course I am! I’m going to carry her- her- Krystian whiplashed his head around as he stared at the boat in the distance. Her box! How could he have forgotten!
“U-um-miss? Miss Natalya? Um- about-“ She shoved him into a car as he flailed clumsily, “Your box! What about your box?”
“We are going to my hotel.”
He blinked rapidly before kneeling on the seat and looking out the rear window. The docks began to fade into the distance as he went pale.
“Bu-but-your box! I didn’t get your box for you!” He pouted slightly as he fought angrily against his watering eyes, “And I didn’t complete my job. Now I won’t get paid for sure.” He leaned his chin against the chair and gave a heavy sigh, “I needed that money for food…now I’ll have to eat scraps again.”
Krystian then sat down properly in his chair and looked at the woman, who held a serious expression.
Just like Nikita, always so cold. He tried to smile, though his worry was evident on his face.
“Do…you need me to move things in your hotel room? Is that it? I’m really not that good at anything else,” He tapped his lips, pondering over the reasons as he began to talk to himself more than her, “Or cooking. I can cook well enough. But you didn’t know that so you couldn’t have grabbed me for that…um…I can’t do much else. But then why else would a woman-“ His face quickly regained colour as he blushed deeply. He quickly turned to her and waved his hands, his voice holding that of panic.
“Um-I do not offer those kinds of services either! If you are looking for a man of those kinds of services you should go to a different part of town! I am not that kind of man, yes?” With his fear rising he quickly turned to the door and grabbed the handle, yanking it in an attempt to escape. It was locked though, and so it yielded no such option. With a whine he tried again, in which a loud snap was then heard. He held the handle up and stared in horror.
He broke her car.
He was an evil person.
A low whine escaped his throat as he frowned, now considering this to be his end.
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Post by sey on Apr 29, 2012 0:12:47 GMT -5
He talked an awfully lot. She didn't remember her brother talking as much as he did. Then again, her childhood thoughts of her brother were usually of him smiling and patting her head. She also remembered his warm hand being so big compared to hers. It was similar to the feeling of dragging Krystian's hand, but she didn't dwell on that. She couldn't really dwell upon much with his incisive chatter. He was more worried about her box than she was. It wasn't like she couldn't afford to have statues and paintings brought. Besides, the broker company was supposed to deliver to her house just like they were going to unload the box for her. He simply did it because she pointed at it. It was of little matter.
"It will be fine," [/b] she said trying to quell his worries about a box that had nothing to do with him. Then he started listing things he could do at her hotel. He could move things in the room and cook. Other than that, he was useless. She expected him to be useless overall with his constant tear eyes. But then he went into a frenzy claiming he didn't offer for some other type of service. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. The docks weren't really a place to look for any type of male except ones that could stand to be out on the seas. But she hadn't forced him into the car for a job. And she didn't want anything from him. But before she could say anything, he broke the door handle. "You broke it,"[/b] she said confused. She leant forward and looked at the missing door latch. "You broke it,"[/b] she said in a more exasperated tone. Her hand went to her face as she shook her head. She briefly remembered her sister having clumsy moments during her childhood, but nothing as so careless as breaking a door handle. And Ivan was always graceful. She sighed and looked over at the tall bumbling male. "Sit still before you hurt yourself,"[/b] she scolded him before buckling him into his seat. At this rate, her brother's clone was going to end up through a window due to his frazzled nature rather than anything. "Door handles can be replaces. Even cars. You cannot be easily replaced if you end up broken,"[/b] she told him with a frown. Her arm was replaced easily, but that was because it was just a part of her. It wasn't all of her. Even so, it was fake and not really a good substitute. Krystian needed much work on his personality. He needed to become more manly. He needed more confidence. He needed to talk less. But she would be quite unhappy to have him suddenly be fixed with robotic parts when he was perfect in his current form. "And you won't eat scraps tonight. You'll eat dinner with me. And you'll have a bath. You smell like fish and sweat."[/b] [/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on Apr 30, 2012 20:41:51 GMT -5
He was surprised by her words.
car door handles and other things can be replaced…but not me? He gave a warm smile at that remark. How incredibly kind she was. Who would have thought she would care so much about a perfect stranger. His warm smile grew as he stared at her.
underneath her cold indifference is the warmth of kindness. How she was like his brother. In fact, he had to hold himself back from taking her into a hug and cuddling her. People like that were just so adorable. Hiding their true feelings with anger, or seeming not to care when in fact there was a love there.
And at her next statement he clapped his hands together happily.
“Dinner? Really? And a bath? Oh thank you! You are so kind! Thank you so much!” He gushed over the idea of actually having a nice dinner. How long had it been? Most people would probably wonder what the catch was; what she was after. Krystian just sighed happily though. After all, some people just had a kind heart and wanted to help others. Maybe she heard his stomach growling and decided to help him out?
“And a warm bath…ah~ It’s been so long. I would like that very much.” He gave the best smile he could at his new friend, “Thank you so much Ms. Natalya! You really are an angel!” The limo slowed and he turned his attention to the window. He quickly pressed his hands against the glass to stare outside.
It was beautiful. And this was only the outside? Two doormen stood by the doors, and in front of the car was a neat mat. The building was…marble? It was gorgeous.
“Wow,” He breathed, turning back to his new female friend, “You live here? It is lovely.”
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Post by sey on Apr 30, 2012 21:44:53 GMT -5
What was this?! He grabbed her without warning and wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her into his embrace! She wasn't prepared for this at all. The blonde woman sat froze with her eyes widened in horror. She was hugging him? She was getting close enough to another human being that there was more than hand to hand contact?! Her personal space hadn't been violated in such a manner in ages. It was so foreign...
But it wasn't scary. His embrace was rather warming and comforting. She resisted the urge to allow herself to hug him back. This was a stranger after all. Regardless of the traits and looks he possessed that reminded her of her siblings, this man wasn't related to her. He was an older male she had essentially kidnapped from the docks. He let go and she looked the other way quickly so he wouldn't see her blushing face. She was too flustered to be viewed by others. She needed a moment to compose herself. He was overjoyed about having dinner. He was so happy that he was spouting untrue things. The whole thing made her feel uncomfortable. He was too naive of a person.
They arrived to the hotel and he seemed thoroughly surprised. Had he never been to this side of town before? She enjoyed the architecture of the West side. It was sophisticated with much thoughtfulness in the designs. The poorer sides of town were built more economically. Items on the West side were imported from different countries and the price tags upon items proved it. "Yes. For now at least. I travel very often," [/b] she told him as the doors were opened and they were let inside. No one dared question what such an out of place person was doing in the hotel. He was with a prima ballerina. Her title was enough to make sure no one ever questioned her actions. Though, it wasn't high enough to stop them from talking about what they saw once they left the room. She took him up to elevator to her suit near the top of the building. Almost half the floor belonged to her since there were only two rooms on this floor. The view out the windows allowed her to see almost all of the city all the way out to the green terraformed fields. It was a wonderful view though such beauty sometimes got lost in her eyes. Sometimes the world was so gray. But today it seemed rather bright. It was so bright that the colors of the sun were too much. She pressed a button to tint the windows a darker shade so it wasn't so blinding. "You'll need new clothes too. Do you have any preference in suits Krystian,"[/b] she asked as if he knew of fashion. "My favorite designer does male clothing as well. Monsieur Bonnefoy is quite amazing. But if you prefer Armani or Dolce Gabbana, then items from they can be arranged."[/b] She walked over to the antique phone and pick it up. She would have someone run to get her items from one of the shops for him. She didn't know his measurements, but she was sure someone could get him something fitting that he wouldn't look horrible in. The outfit needed to be for a Russian large man. Then it hit her. She should probably order dinner as well. "What do you care to dine on tonight? The hotel will prepare anything."[/b] [/blockquote][/sup] |
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Post by Krystian Arlovsky on May 1, 2012 15:24:34 GMT -5
He was stunned. Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was going to see that day. When she opened the door, it was as if she had unlocked the way into another world. Everything was fresh, beautiful. The walls a rich colour, the carpets soft and fluffy. Hardwood ran along most of the suit and, directly in front of him were windows. Beautiful windows.
I can see the world… He thought as he walked up to it. He almost touched the glass, but stopped himself. He didn’t want to put handprints on her nice window after all; so instead he fiddled with his fingers. He gazed out. He could see most of the city. The cars and people bustling below. He took a deep breath, as if to breath this new sight in.
“It’s beautiful. So beautiful.” He muttered, glad that she wasn’t able to see his face as he was tearing up again. He took a moment to compose himself before he turned to her.
“Oh? So you don’t live in the hotel? You are..a traveller, yes? Is your work to travel?” He gazed around the hotel room again, “It must be nice, but also a bit sad. To see many new sights, but to not have…oh, where is home? You have an accent, are you Belarusian? I am Ukrainian. Well…Russian but I lived in Ukraine for such a long time, I am basically from there.”
He turned to her fully at the mention of suits and designers. He gave a slight blush as he looked down, his hands fiddling with one another.
“I am afraid I do not know. I only have one suit, it was my father’s. I have only ever worn it to funerals,” He looked back up at her, stunned, “Wait, you will buy me a suit too? Oh no! I can’t let you do that! Please, they are so expensive! How will I pay you back? Please, you are too kind. I could never pay you back.” He looked away once more, a pout on his face, “And as for food, it does not matter to me Ms. Natalya,” He turned back to her and gave her a warm smile, “I am just happy to eat! So please, whatever pleases you.”
He sighed happily, content with his answer. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the bathroom. He looked to it, but then quickly looked away. It would be rude to ask to bath. He would simply have to wait until she offered.
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