@hollanovmicrofic - Word Count: 325 - Teen Audiences (swearing and drugs mention)

“I think this man went too grand,” Ilya declared, “he needs a less grand design. Maybe then he finishes it.”

Shane was engrossed, elbows on knees as he leaned forward, eyes fixed on the screen. “It does seem like a lot of entirely preventable logistical and budget issues. Though it doesn’t surprise me that someone ignoring coastal erosion warnings while building on a sandstone cliff edge is also someone who just generally didn’t think too far ahead.”

“Yes, you are right, moy solnyshko, that is why I did not buy that Ibiza villa years ago. Sveta told me it would be in the sea in few years and take my summer MDMA with it.”

Ilya thanked the universe all the time that CBC gave them access to the overconfident Brits and their frequently delusional projects of grandeur. Other than maybe talking shit about other teams’ games, watching Grand Designs was his favourite thing they did together without the involvement of either of their dicks. 

Shane actually concentrated on it, for one: all analysis of previous games and preparation for upcoming ones pushed from his mind in favour of critiquing the featured construction projects. When he liked what he saw, he would nod approvingly and usually connect it to his own future plans for the cottage. More often, however, he would enthusiastically rip into their unrealistic design choices, their complete ignorance of construction processes and their inability to stick to a fucking budget. That’s why it was Ilya’s favourite thing, really. Because he got to listen to unfiltered, impassioned, bitchy Shane. And there had been a lot of that for this episode in particular.

i loved it SO much. i haven’t work on it much, but i was sketching my idea out