Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin (immanis) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-09-27 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | clarice starling, piotr rasputin |
Randomly met (Clarice)
"Do you need some help?" Piotr was smiling as he jogged up to the older couple who were looking at a rather large piano, a moving truck, and a broken ramp. He wondered why they didn't have somebody doing this professionally, but he was too polite to ask. They looked frustrated and tired.
"Oh, if you've got some friends that can assist, or a ramp..." The woman said, surprised.
"It just broke." The man followed it up. "Piece of crap. They said that it was brand new, obviously they lied. And they're not open today or something, at least they're not answering the phone."
"I am sorry for your troubles." Piotr was still smiling, knowing that he needed neither ramp nor friends. He noted that the man was holding his arm curiously. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"I don't know how serious it is." The man shook his head. "But yes, I did. Something with the shoulder."
"We should take care of that before dealing with the piano..." Piotr started.
"Oh, no. We can't just leave it here. It's too valuable." The woman interjected. "We're selling it to the opera house, it's an antique. What if it gets stolen? Or what if somebody takes the truck? Vandalism? Anything could happen to it here. Dinosaurs might run over it."
"Da." Piotr made a face, dejected. He knew quite well that dinosaurs might happen. He'd seen them. He wasn't sure what to do.