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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 20, 2010 0:58:04 GMT -5
Johnny was instantly worried when he noticed that Sasha had lost his smile and had instead gained an almost depressed expression. From where he stood he could just barely see Sasha’s face, the tall Russian keeping his eyes down on the ground as he walked… right into the door. Johnny winced, closing his mouth -which he had opened to warn Sasha-, and gave the stuttering Sasha a sympathetic look. The poor guy was blushing -which, Johnny noted, made the taller boy look really cute- and stuttering out a horribly embarrassed apology.
Frowning, Johnny shot all of the laughing people nasty glares and gently placed his hand on Sasha’s shoulder. “Hey, ignore them, okay? Let‘s just go in and find a nice, quiet corner to talk in. Get some coffee or hot chocolate or something.” Grabbing Sasha’s hand and practically daring anyone to say something to him, Johnny pulled Sasha into the warm little store and around tables until he found one hidden in a little niche between two long shelves of books that hid them from sight for the most part.
Releasing Sasha’s hand, Johnny took a seat at the 4-seater table and smiled happily at the comfortableness of the chairs. They were each plush and pretty large, more like reading chairs than chairs to eat anything in. “Is this a bit better, Sasha?” Asked Johnny, giving his companion a friendly smile. He nodded to the waitress as she walked up, offering them both a pleasant smile and asking what they’d like to drink in a lilting voice. “A regular coffee will be fine for me, thanks.” Johnny looked over at Sasha, waiting patiently for the obviously shy teen to say what he wanted.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 4, 2010 6:12:32 GMT -5
Flushing even darker at the contact, Sasha fought not to snatch his hand away. Johnny wasn't going to hurt him, he didn't think...he could stand being touched. Johnny said something in a calm, soothing voice, but Sasha didn't really catch the words; he was a little distracted by the feel of someone's hand in his own.
Johnny's palm was warm, ridiculously warm compared to his own, to the point Sasha wondered if there was something wrong with him for being that cold. He looked down at their hands -- not that he wasn't already looking down -- in a shy glance. Johnny's hand was more tan, and healthier looking as well. Sasha's own was pale as chalk, and it made him flinch inside. He never really noticed it before, but damn. It may have been the contrast from the rain making things seem worse then they were, but Johnny's skin was so much more lively than his. Sasha looked like a corpse.
By the time Sasha broke out of his reverie, they were already inside. "Is that better, Sasha?" Johnny asked kindly, shooting Sasha a bright smile. The Russian teen couldn't even stutter out a reply before the waitress came, ready to take their orders. "J-Just b-b-black coffee, th-thank you," he mumbled, hoping it was loud and coherent enough for the waitress to understand. Probably wasn't, in retrospect.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Nov 13, 2010 0:53:32 GMT -5
Sitting there, watching Sasha stumble over his words, Johnny couldn't help but feel amused. He wouldn't laugh out loud, oh no, but he would chuckle a little in his head [along with most of his voices] and give Sasha a tiny, crooked grin. The waitress smiled kindly at them, saying, "I'll bring it right out!" before prancing away. Johnny shook his head, amused and reminded of his little sister when she had done something really well.
Turning his attention back to Sasha, Johnny smiled at him again and opened his mouth to speak only for his head to snap to the side suddenly, eyes locking onto... a spoon. A faint, almost nonexistent blush colored his cheeks, masking his freckles as Stabby, Kid, Mr. Sentimental and Common Sense all laughed at him. They always did when that happened. Sometimes, just sometimes, he really hated his love of shiny things. Grinning sheepishly, Johnny turned his head back to Sasha and chuckled lightly. "Um, sorry about that. I tend to notice shiny things a lot." Another sheepish chuckle and a slightly darker tint on his cheeks, Johnny continued. "I'm kinda like a cat like that, ya know?"
Getting his blush under control, Johnny gave Sasha a stronger smile and said, “So! What would you like to know about me? Feel free to ask anything; I don’t bite.” He winked playfully, not able to stop himself. In his head, Stabby snorted and scoffed, ‘No’ hard, ya don’.’ That sent Mr. Sentimental and Common Sense into a fit of giggles and snickers respectively. Kid didn’t get what was so funny. Johnny merely laughed in his head, his eyes glowing with good humor, and replied with a snickered, ‘That’s true. But I’ll not be telling Sasha that just yet. Let him figured it out later.’ The mentally smirked words sent all but Kid into laughter once more. Kid, giving off the feeling of being completely and utterly confused, just said, ‘I don’t know what’s so funny, but I don’t think I want to know.’ and faded back to hide out in Johnny’s subconscious.
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