Kostya (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kstya) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} darkestdays,@ 2009-11-04 21:26:00 |
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WHO: Kostya and Natalya
WHEN: Wednesday Evening
WHERE: Sunrise Village then Retail district
WHAT: Shopping?
RATING: TBD
He really was just going to show up. Show up whenever his schedule suited him and if Natalya was there and ready to go shopping then so be it. If she wasn't, there was absolutely no skin off his back. And for once he didn't mean that in the literal sense as he did most of the time. His sister did need some things that he'd promised he'd pick up for her days ago but while he didn't cringe at buying tampons, purchasing other female sorts of things were a bit more complicated for him. Insert escort duty with a proper female who would purchase something other than the Hanes Her Way extra granny panties and hope for the best.
Leaving Andrea at home and telling the old bitch who owned the Deli that he'd be back when he damn well pleased, Kostya set off toward Sunrise Village. His bike moved smoothly through traffic, or rather Kostya moved it smoothly through traffic in several illegal maneuvers that pissed off nearly every driver in his general vicinity. That was the beauty of a bike though, crotch rockets could fit through spaces not intended for cars. So sue him for taking advantage of that. He didn't think twice about whether this would be a problem for his shopping excursion or not. She could ride behind him or find her own transportation there. Maybe he was an asshole, mostly though he just couldn't be bothered to care. At least he found Natalya to be generally acceptable company which couldn't be said about most people. Though she wasn't at Bianca status, which was probably good for Natalya not everyone loved body parts as gifts in quite the way the Italian did.
Killing the engine to his bike, Kostya left it on the curb as he made his way into the complex. His typical leather jacket covered the only sort of apparel he seemed to own a white t-shirt (Fall meant he had to pack away the wife beaters) and jeans. Yellow helmet tucked under his arm he worked his way through the halls to the door. One knock and his hand was turning the knob. She had said it would be open.
WHEN: Wednesday Evening
WHERE: Sunrise Village then Retail district
WHAT: Shopping?
RATING: TBD
He really was just going to show up. Show up whenever his schedule suited him and if Natalya was there and ready to go shopping then so be it. If she wasn't, there was absolutely no skin off his back. And for once he didn't mean that in the literal sense as he did most of the time. His sister did need some things that he'd promised he'd pick up for her days ago but while he didn't cringe at buying tampons, purchasing other female sorts of things were a bit more complicated for him. Insert escort duty with a proper female who would purchase something other than the Hanes Her Way extra granny panties and hope for the best.
Leaving Andrea at home and telling the old bitch who owned the Deli that he'd be back when he damn well pleased, Kostya set off toward Sunrise Village. His bike moved smoothly through traffic, or rather Kostya moved it smoothly through traffic in several illegal maneuvers that pissed off nearly every driver in his general vicinity. That was the beauty of a bike though, crotch rockets could fit through spaces not intended for cars. So sue him for taking advantage of that. He didn't think twice about whether this would be a problem for his shopping excursion or not. She could ride behind him or find her own transportation there. Maybe he was an asshole, mostly though he just couldn't be bothered to care. At least he found Natalya to be generally acceptable company which couldn't be said about most people. Though she wasn't at Bianca status, which was probably good for Natalya not everyone loved body parts as gifts in quite the way the Italian did.
Killing the engine to his bike, Kostya left it on the curb as he made his way into the complex. His typical leather jacket covered the only sort of apparel he seemed to own a white t-shirt (Fall meant he had to pack away the wife beaters) and jeans. Yellow helmet tucked under his arm he worked his way through the halls to the door. One knock and his hand was turning the knob. She had said it would be open.