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inthesteel (inthesteel) wrote in makebelievelog,

Piotr, lost in his own amazement of the castle, would have likely barreled over the small boy. Fortunately the young boy had noticed him and stepped aside. A quizzical look crossed the Russian's features as he looked first at the boy, then at the small light riddled container that was following him under its own power.

Aware of his own size, Piotr stepped back as well and knelt so that he didn't tower over the smaller child. He wasn't well versed in dealing with children. They were not a common feature in the mob. He didn't want to frighten him.

"It is okay. I was not paying attention to where I was walking," he said quietly. Though he had an excellent grasp of the English language because of his years in America, his words were still lightly colored by the accent of his mother country. He did find it strange that there would be a child and something that he'd never seen before in his version of heaven. Perhaps it meant something in his subconscious. Or perhaps, even more crazily, it meant that he wasn't actually dead, but rather somewhere much stranger.

"Is that your... toy?" The last word's hesitancy stemmed from Piotr's searching for the right word.