Who: Ethan and Vasily When: Saturday early afternoon Where: Leisure room Rating: TBD Status: Closed/Incomplete
It was another Saturday, Vasily had a new book. Okay it wasn't new, it was just one he hadn't read in a while. Elena still had his book of sonnets, but he had no shortage of other things to read. Wings by Mikhail Kuzmin, another gift from his wife he'd had in his luggage when he was taken that made it's way with him into the Regiment. He'd read it a few times, but that wasn't unusual for him to go back and re-read the few books he'd had. When he heard about Hector losing so much he wished he could have offered some of his small collection. Unfortunately, they were all in Russian.
He was dressed casual, pair of dark jeans, white tee with a opened black and grey flannel. A coffee cup sat on the table next to him as he sat in the corner of one of the couches, relaxed as he read his book. It was a weekend so the leisure room was pretty full, he was lucky to have gotten a couch. Others watched TV one one of the few televisions or played video games. The television near where Vasya was was turned off and he'd already intimidated a few people away who'd tempted fate by approaching in thinking they'd be able to take over the space. Then he heard someone else approach.
While his black metal bracelet might prevent him from shifting, his heightened senses were still on point. Looking up just as the other man approached Vasily looked at the dark haired man. "Ethan..." They were on the same team and had done team exercises and training's together. They'd passed each other in the halls on their floor, but they'd never actually held a conversation before. "Eaf you are lukeang for place to seat, you can join me. Eaf you are lukeang to turn on T.V., you can valk avay now." He said, the smallest of smiles turned on the right corner of his lips.