[It wasn't every day you fell asleep studying and woke up to your room lit with strange, bland light. ...Actually, when was the last time he'd fallen asleep studying to begin with? It must've been months; his academics stat was long maxed out ( Read more... )

[He's been feeling so sick lately. Still is. But it's a brand new day, and the sun is high. It's cold. Of course it's cold. It's December, after all. There's a red flag in the distance, over the wall on which Ivan stands. He faces the flag. Always. Used to always salute it to. But today is a new day. And today that flag is going down. Never coming ( Read more... )

[ He's trying and failing to clean his front room; basically anything else is more interesting, so he's aimlessly wandering from putting plates in the sink to playing with the cat to watching television instead. Perfect time for a visitor, rite? ]

[He couldn't ask where the bruises came from - the wounds that were a little too sharp, a little too personal to have been from his troops on the front. Minato somehow knew the difference between those and the ones someone had to have inflicted personally. But he couldn't ask. He knew there were rules; having a friendship with Russia, or at least a ( Read more... )

[...This is different.

He starts reflexively looking around.] Simon?

[Just out and about, enjoying the nice day.  Feel free to bug her.]

[ Halfway through eating, sitting at one of the theme park's picnic tables ]

It strikes me that eating before we've gone on any of the more exciting rides may not be such a good idea, but I suppose it might be a little late now.

[calling Itsuki, bring bring~]

[knocks on the door to Itsuki's apartment.

...sticks his hands back in his pockets.]

Having wrangled his way into an invitation to the festival on Minato's world, Itsuki arrived at the designated meeting spot a few minutes early, dressed in a dark green yukata and wearing his typical vaguely cheerful expression.