Jensen rubbed his eyes sleepily as he dragged himself off the plane. Everything hurt - his back, his shoulders, his neck, Everything. He wasnāt even able to enjoy the feeling of the ground under his feet. He just wanted to find Luka, get to the hotel, and pass the hell out until General Winter came to visit.
That was what the winter in Russia was called, right? He couldnāt even member.
He rolled his shoulders as he walked, slinging his carry-on over his shoulder and following after the people that were hurrying to the gates, all of them eager to see their friends and families. How they were so energetic, he had no idea. Maybe it had something to do with the terrible sleep he had gotten the night before after realizing everyone basically ditched him. Not that it was their fault, but damn.
Another yawn escaped him and he dug out his phone, turning it on and getting Lukaās texts just as he spotted his friend at the gate. He grinned lazily and held his phone up in a wave. āLuka!" He called over the chorus of voices from the other passengers.Ā
He ran over to his friend and promptly punched his arm, a grin on his face. "ŠŃ Š¼ŃŠ“Š°Šŗ. ŠŠ°Šŗ ŃŃ Š¼Š¾Š³ Š¾ŃŃŠ°Š²ŠøŃŃ Š±ŠµŠ· Š¼ŠµŠ½Ń?" He asked, voice cheerful despite his words.
Luka beamed a wide smile his red eyes flickered to the direction of which Jensenās voice called out, though he was greeted with a punch Luka only grinned at Jensen.
After rubbing his arm and acting as if the punch hurt more than it did he sighed, "ŠŠ½Šµ Š¾ŃŠµŠ½Ń Š¶Š°Š»Ń, Ń Š½Šµ Š±ŃŠ“Ń Š“ŠµŠ»Š°ŃŃ ŃŃŠ¾Š³Š¾ ŃŠ½Š¾Š²Š°. ŠŠ¾Šµ ŃŠµŃŠ“ŃŠµ Š±ŃŠ»Š¾ ŃŠ»ŠøŃŠŗŠ¾Š¼ Š¾Š“ŠøŠ½Š¾ŠŗŠ¾ Š±ŠµŠ· ŃŠµŠ±Ń Š² Š»ŃŠ±Š¾Š¼ ŃŠ»ŃŃŠ°Šµ," heĀ apologized sincerely.
Standing still Luka beamed another smile widely before dropping his sign as he hugged Jensen. The taller male even went as far as lifting him up into a tight hug, "ŠÆ ŃŠŗŃŃŠ°Š» ŠæŠ¾ ŃŠµŠ±Šµ!" he said snuggling his a friend a bit. His heart raced and he felt the overwhelming rush of emotions flow through him like a rapid river.Ā
With warm cheeks he lowered Jensen back down from the hug and threw his arms in the air,Ā "Welcome to Russia!" he said trying to pull of his best American accent, though there was little success.Ā
He could see the tired look on Jensenās eyes and grinned, "ŠŃŠ¾ Š±ŃŠ“ŠµŃ Š»ŃŃŃŠµ Š“Š»Ń Š²Š°Ń, ŠµŃŠ»Šø Š¼Ń Š²ŠµŃŠ½ŠµŠ¼ŃŃ Š² Š³Š¾ŃŃŠøŠ½ŠøŃŃ. Š£ Š½Š°Ń ŠµŃŃŃ ŃŠ°Š“ŠøŠ¾-ŃŠ¾Ń, ŃŃŠ¾Š±Ń ŠøŠ³ŃŠ°ŃŃ ŃŠµŠ³Š¾Š“Š½Ń Š²ŠµŃŠµŃŠ¾Š¼," he spoke casually while grabbing Jensenās hand pulling him to the baggage claim.
After retrieving his suitcase and finding the over the top car Lukaās red eyes seemed locked on his friend. āItās warm today, so you wonāt need hoodie. Everyone is out for sight seeing, Iāll take you laterā¦you should probably rest some thoughā¦in a few hoursā¦we have a big thing happening."
Stretching out some he pulled Jensen in close and nuzzled him playfully, āI will nap with you, if youād like," he said in a breathy tone before chuckling. He was entirely in his element in Russia comfortable and relaxed, not to mention he hasnāt had a single āurge", nor had he heard or seen Euna; and now to make it even better, Jensen was finally here.Ā
Leaning in once more his lips curled into a sly smile and he said softly, "Š£ Š¼ŠµŠ½Ń ŠµŃŠµ ŠµŃŃŃ ŠæŠ¾Š“Š°ŃŠ¾Šŗ Š“Š»Ń Š²Š°Ń, Š²Ń Š·Š½Š°ŠµŃŠµ," his voice rang out smoothly before Luka kissed Jensenās cheek.
Straightening back up Lukaās gaze was directed back out the window and he again admired his homeland.
Goddamn it. Luka always had a way of acting like an overly affectionate dog one minute, and then an incredibly attractive--wow, no, he wasn't going to go there. Not even for a moment. Jensen, face red, rolled his eyes and shoved Luka, shifting his dufflebag on his shoulder to try and keep it from slipping.Ā
He looped his arm with Luka's and looked around, squinting at sign with an arrow on it and trying to decipher the Russian text on it. Baggage claims. That was where his beloved guitar and suitcase would be, right? Unless things were very different in Russia anyway.
"ŠŠ¾Š¹Š“ŠµŠ¼. ŠŠ½Šµ Š½ŃŠ¶Š½Š¾, ŃŃŠ¾Š±Ń Š¼Š¾Š¹ ŃŠµŠ¼Š¾Š“Š°Š½ Šø Š³ŠøŃŠ°ŃŠµ." He said, following the sign.
It didn't take them long to get to the baggage claims, and even less time for him to grab his belongings. He batted his eyes at Luka and asked sweetly, "ŠŠ¾Š¶ŠµŃŠµ Š»Šø Š²Ń Š½ŠµŃŃŠø Š¼Š¾Š¹ ŃŠµŠ¼Š¾Š“Š°Š½ Š“Š»Ń Š¼ŠµŠ½Ń? ŠÆ Š“Š°Š¼ Š²Š°Š¼ Ń Š¾ŃŠ¾ŃŃŃ Š½Š°Š³ŃŠ°Š“Ń ŠæŠ¾Š·Š¶Šµ, ŠµŃŠ»Šø Š²Ń Š“ŠµŠ»Š°ŠµŃŠµ." He smiled at him, biting his lower lip as he failed to take even himself seriously. "Hehe. I'm joshin' ya. I can carry it."
