Unintentionally intimidating intervention tiemz!

[oxenstierna_b]

WHO: Berwald and Raivis
WHEN: Tuesday 24 November, evening
WHERE: Centralia apartments
WHAT: Berwald is worried about his-son-in-law.

Comments

You are Raivis's WHAT? FATHER IN LAW? >:<

[man_nav_naudas]

Roughly point two seconds later, Berwald's fingertip still well acquainted with the trigger, he found himself meeting the gaze of a man who almost matched his height, a dour faced stranger whose pale violet eyes were squinted with suspicion, his thin lips pressed into what seemed like- if the lines on his face were an accurate indication- a perpetual scowl. "I am sorry, but we do not know the whereabouts of Mister Kalcane. Kindly leave this dwelling and have a nice day."

They stared at one another.

Wrong room? Could have been but-

The man, if Berwald blurred his vision just enough, had an odd familiarity to his presence. His stilted speech had a rhythm to it he knew he'd heard before. Stuttering apologies when Raivis was too apprehensive to smooth out his accent-

"I am sorry-" Was being repeated, "But Mister Kalcane is not here, please to be leaving."

(ILU anyway XD) SHORT POST IS SHORT ORZ

[man_nav_naudas]

Raivis fell deathly silent.

The way he stared back at Berwald, the stiffness in his limbs- expected of the broken arm hung uselessly in its cast- he looked disturbingly like a... a glassy eyed porcelain doll.

Quieter than the rustle of leaves on a gentle, dying breeze, a word came between them with all the force of a honed punch in the gut.

"Yes."

<3

[oxenstierna_b]

"Ha," Berwald said.

Raivis looked...kinda worse now. Berwald hoped he hadn't messed up here. Moving slowly, like someone in the company of an easily spooked animal, he sat down on the nearest chair. For once, some instinct told him to try his best not to upset Raivis any more. Whether it would work...was another matter.

"Happen'd before? an'...d'ya still work f'r 'm?" Berwald asked, frowning.

[man_nav_naudas]

The youth bit his lip, animated again, watching Berwald emphatically. "I...Not this, n-no-"

Well, not technically. There'd been a few times where Ivan had been particularly hands on but it had never gone as far as this. Not until now. "I..."

Did he still work for Doctor Braginski?

Raivis sat down in his own chair, blinking owlishly. "I'm not sure...I... I probably shouldn't, should I?"

[oxenstierna_b]

"Think so," Berwald said. "Yer a smart guy, ought t' find work elsewhere," he added, hoping it was true. Surely the world couldn't be that cruel.

"Could help with th't if ya want, 'ven"