Do not make the joke.

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

UGH!

She was not going to give up so easily but what can she do? She’s not going to cause a scene, not yet… Really at this point it wasn’t even about the donut anymore, she can get her roommates to get her donuts another day! It’s just.. how can this dumb Russian be so cold?

Russians are not human, at all!

“Oh fuck you too then. Enjoy your damn donut, comrade.” Last word said in a very horrible Russian accent. Oh she’s going to wait for him to pay for it. Then she’ll pull some shit. 

Americans didn’t seem to be either, at least, in Ivan’s opinion. After all, it was almost miraculous how obnoxious one person could be. Ivan turned on tail, speaking only briefly as he strolled off towards the cashier.

“Why the hell would I want candy from you, a guy I don’t know? That’s like, textbook creepy right there. The fact that you even brought it up is suspicious. And creepy.” At this point Örjan was in a Mood™ and was just going to take it out on this poor guy.

Like… Like, ugh!! This weird American was like stalking me I guess except he didn’t realize it? THEN the rest of us got stuck inside a book while you’ve been gone and I was forced to…. do horrible stuff to people and just!!!

It’s been so stressful!!! [ cries on him ]

Stalking you?? [ gently rubs her back and frowns more bc wtf @ everything. esp the part about the american. you can never trust americans,,, ] How were you stuck in a book? Was this another ability?

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

“Don’t see ya damn name on it.”

It’s called this ain’t communism Mr. Russian. Emily was not going to back down because being spoiled her whole life meant she was stubborn as a mule. Or stubborn as a white 18 year old who has never worked her whole until the moment she got her bodyguard job.

Funs.

“How about you be a darling and give sweet lil’ ol’ me the donut! Aren’t ya a gentleman?”

“I am not seeing your name on it either.”

He raised his eyebrows, donut still held over his bag. A small, tired part of him almost gave her the donut, but in the end, his pride would always win. This was no longer a simple matter of to keep or not to keep, but of whose will was stronger than the other’s.

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“An understandable reason.” Viktor paused a moment before letting out a light laugh himself. Almost like it was amusing.

 “For myself it’s not to run from anything. The job I suppose was the biggest draw into the area here. Pays well, and I do enjoy it.”

Ivan took another few seconds to respond, the realization of the only options a powered individual had in this city dawning upon him. It was more than likely they were playing for opposites sides of the field.

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

Sure it was just a donut, the last one in the store, but she was craving them for ages. This goddamn Russian was not going to stand in her way at all, no siree! So with a loud, extremely loud, huff she moved closer and stood on her tip toes.

They were adults, yes. They were employed, capable adults, yes, but some things were worth fighting for. Like donuts. Besides, Ivan had never appreciated entitled American brats telling him what he should or should not do. The donut was his, and that would be that.

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“I can say the same to you. I didn’t think you would get yourself all the way to here.” Viktor glanced over Ivan as he spoke. It has been a while since he had seen the other, and boy did the times sure change how Ivan looked.

“hat would even bring you over here? When I last saw you you seemed to be doing fine back in Europe.”

“Memories.” Ivan said, giving a noncommittal little shrug, “I figured it was for the best to get as far as possible from the rest of what was left though I suppose calling it ‘a new start’ might be naive.”

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“Duck?-” Kas throws himself to the ground as a snowball flies over his head. Cursing loudly, he scrambles behind a trash can for cover. 

tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence