The Cousins Braginski

[dzala_ghvino]

Who: Ivan and Giorgi 
When: January 31st, Monday, 11 am. 
Where: The Braginski Residence
What: Giorgi finds a clue as to where Ivan may be, follows it, and then surprises his cousin.

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[das_vedanya]

The unfortunate circumstances of waking up three hours past his alarm resulted in a rather disheveled-looking Russian trudging around the kitchen with a demeanor that was neither rushed nor slowed. Natalia had gone, already having spent her morning routine of watching him sleep until she went out through the front door; Hak Soo's floorboards in the attic no longer crept with his barely-there weight, Ion had snuck into the laundry room to fetch his work uniform and left to his job, and Alfred had only managed to leave behind one of his socks upon leaving. The idiot had probably turned off his alarm to let him sleep in, too

[dzala_ghvino]

The large amount of pride that Giorgi felt for successfully finding his cousin and his home, began to dwindle upon hearing the Russian's nonplus greeting. He was perhaps, expecting a bit more. But he remembered; this was Ivan. And judging by the looks of it; he did not seem all that awake. No matter. Giorgi new his arrival would be the perfect alarm clock for his favorite cousin

[das_vedanya]

While he felt his breath get sucked out of him in that cold almost-February air, Ivan regarded his younger cousin with a half-hearted "How did you find me?" and remembered again the reason why he hated the city so much. It seemed that everyone he knew and tended to want to avoid were drawn to this city, and now his Georgian cousin was perched on his doorstep as if it were years ago in Moscow for the temporary summer months of relief where Giorgi's father would play the part of doting father and loving uncle. Ivan had to shift his toes against the hard wood floor to remind himself that this was the United States of America, and that the pretentious man in front of him was just an unfortunate coincidence

[dzala_ghvino]

A pair of slim sneakers took their place, parked next to a small line of other shoes that went unnoticed. Giorgi made his way into the home, sliding passed his disheveled and seemingly angry cousin. The young man's pale arms shifted each of his sleeves up to his elbow to make way for the slightly-warmer home, although, the atmosphere still felt a bit chilly. Giorgi felt and fought a slight tinge of jealousy in him when the sight of the house really sunk in. Ivan must be doing something right; as much as Gio didn't want to admit it. Giorgi's hands slipped into his pockets when he entered the kitchen, reaching for the rolled up poster. He unrolled the paper on a nearby counter and looked back up at his cousin with a one-sided smile. "Was not too hard. There are not many people with last name Braginski