#babbyyyyyyy

ilya had barely had time to drop off his things in a half-occupied dormitory before the RA is ushering him off to the freshman barbecue. the flight had been absolute hell. eighteen hours total including the layover, and he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. he'd almost consider skipping the event altogether, but he's fucking starving.

there's just one problem. half of this food he doesn't even recognize. pulled pork sandwiches. macaroni salad. and most confusing of all, corn that was still on the cob? he'd never seen that. he grew up primarily on wagyu and oysters. pelmeni. borscht. his family cooked very traditionally. so this was all new to him. nevertheless, he loads his plate up. ilya was far from picky, and he was excited to try these weird north american foods.

he spots ryan almost immediately. he's impossible to miss. the biggest guy here by far. he sees 'price' on the back of his jersey; it's the same one he saw briefly in the dorm. he's by himself. but then, so is ilya. so he makes his way over to him.