// technically it’s their one year but with the time skip it’s their 4 year anniversary
so happy anniversary /o/~
if anyone’s interested in the reply this was from it’s this
-again-today is his birthday but thanks to Natalia he managed to remember it again]
Thank you, Natalia..I love these…
[Gives her a surprise kiss]
[why is she blushing we just don’t know.]
I’m glad you like them. It took me a while to make the scarf right…I hope it’s long enough.
Toris didn’t even manage to say what he wanted to say as his response to her. Based on her facial expression towards the animals, she was not comfortable being around them and that made him feel guilty and happy at the same. He knew the current Natalia wouldn’t allow herself to stop him from what he wanted to do. He knew the female Belarusian would just simply set aside her pride just for him.
With a one simple nod, Toris took the fishes from her hands and ave here his simplest yet genuine smile. “Thanks…” he said in low tone, kissing her cheek in a short span of time before turning to the animals with excitement on his face. “Hello there buddy..” he started, waving his hand, greeting the penguins. He looked at them then to the trainer of the said animals then went back on them, his hand were slowly moving now to give the freshly killed fishes for them. “Here…..eat these…” then he added.
Inching herself away, Natalia made sure to keep a keen eye on his facial expression. If one had asked her four years ago what one of the happiest things she could see was, that face on the Lithuanian’s face would be the last on her list. However, time has changed, and with that she has found a great deal of happiness just watching him be happy and excited. It was one of the few things in the world that she cherished, and a permanent image would always be engraved into her head.
The blonde took another look at the map as she waited, searching all the different places and exhibits the aquarium had to offer. Most of them were closed of and from the looks on the map, quite boring looking. But one thing did catch her eye; a sort of tunnel where the aquarium surrounded them completely. It sounded like an interesting(and safe) place to her, and as she gazed back over at Toris, she wondered if he’d think the same thing as well.
Pass. Let’s just go home now. [Holds her hand] I might be a [Beepeeep] but I’m not into this thing,…—-wait.. how did you find this place?
I went to go see how much a stripper gets paid and it was just down the street if you must know.
Though I hardly see how that’s relevant.
It’s Survey Sunday again!
This week’s questions are:
1. Have you ever met any celebrities? If so, who?
2. How do you want to be remembered?
3. Do you like your job?
4. Do you believe in love at first sight?
5. Are you still friends with any of your school peers?
- I was in the same city as Yevgeny Plushenko once when I was fourteen if that counts.
- I’m not entirely sure just yet.
- I do, but the pay is awful.
- That’s a ridiculous concept. One can’t fall in love with someone within the span of a few hours. It takes years.
- I am. Emil and I have been friends since I was seventeen, as well as my brother. Not to mention Toris, but I don’t think he counts as a school peer.
With the Olympics at full speed, Natalia had been constantly glued to the T.V. There wasn’t much that she liked to watch or got excited over, but when she did it was quite the sight. But, the pit in her stomach wasn’t sated just yet. No, she wanted to get into the ring and skate herself. True that it’d been years since she had done such a thing, but she figured it’d be just as fun.
And then an idea struck her. Toris seemed to be working more and more lately and even though she would have liked to go skating with him, she doubted he could handle the ice nearly as well as her brother. So thus she was standing outside the door to Ivan’s apartment, ice skates and duffle bag over her shoulder. With a knock she patiently awaited his answer.
Impressions from the Olympics opening ceremony in Sochi
"Why is my being single your topic of the month, every fucking month.”
Excuse you. His apartment is completely free of pizza smells.
He can’t afford pizza.
"It’s not like I decide to pop by someone’s house with a bucket of insults in tow.
I’m stressed enough and I better not see you for another 45 years if you don’t have anything better to do.”
….. [she’s just going to stare for a few minutes because really Mikolaj]
At least I don’t take every chance I have to call your imaginary girlfriend a packmule.