Shouldered his sports bag as he got out of his rarely used car. He preferred to skate more than anything. He felt good since he had a smoke an hour before practice would begin. The last time he decided to have it after and most of his buddies suffered his wrath during practice. _ _ He really needed to figure out how to kick that bad habit.
he threw his hair up in a bun and walked inside, looking at all the new recruits. He was surprised when he saw a familiar head of blonde hair. Instead of going to mess with Ryan like he usually would, he walked into the locker room, changed, then came out to sit with his buddies in the advanced class, whispering every now and then.
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A self defense class had been something that was suggested to him by Alex he was pretty sure and something he ignore until he done two now photoshoots of Mitry doing kickboxing. He was given the card to this place and he had indeed called and had gotten lucky to be take classes and also take pictures of the advanced class.
When Mitry walked in Ryan didn't notice focused on the teacher and what he was suppose to be doing. He had to admit while he only took 2 classes thus far he was already enjoying it.
When he did have to turn and catch sight of his redheaded friend he smirked and turned to back to what he was doing. He could wait till lesson end to speak to him.
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The teacher had one more beginners move in mind but he grinned to the waiting class behind them. "Alright! Before I end class with a final note, let me show you the rewards for sticking through my training. Khuen!" The advanced class stood up from behind the beginers class at the same time, focused on their teacher. "Sayan sa wadee Kru!" They all shouted in unison, arms at their sides as the bowed. "Pick a partner." The teacher looked to the beginners clas next. "These are the students in the advanced class, they will be the ones to help you out after classes are over. Exchange numbers and e-mails. I DONOT want you to call me. This is a test to make you trust your new brothers and sisters. Now, I will introduce them to you and they, meaning the advanced class, will give you one detail about them. _
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The teacher introduced every one of his students, Dmitry finally coming last. "This is Dmitry. He is my most advanced student as well as the longest student Ive ever had." He smiled as Dmitry rolled his eyes, looking to al lthe students with a grin. "Sa wadee~ You already know my name. So one little detail about me is...I will be an older brother pretty soon.~" He bowed and took his seat with his class, waiting for his teacher to give the say. He would try to pick Ryan, but there were alot of females [and some males] That were already giving him pleading looks. _
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Gosh there was only SO much Dmitry to go around. _
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"And Pick your partners!"_
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He instantly went to Ryan and bowed before grinning at him. "Sayan sa wadee.....Would you like me to be your Kru?"
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Ryan hadn't expected the part at the end, but it was a nice surprise. Getting all the name and a fact about the people he was soon to be taking pictures of was nice. He listened and tries to commit them to memory. When it was Dmitry's turn he smirked once more at the other pretty confident who is partner was about to be. He hoped the teacher didn't interject that because they definitely already knew each other.
Sure enough when the teacher said pick your partner he had Mitry standing in front of him bowing and saying good afternoon, the words still really foreign to him. "Sayan sa wadee," he repeated before rolling his eyes at Dmitry. That was short for yes, but he say after a moment, "as if I would have anyone else."
He bowed back and grinned, "brought my camera, going to be taking pictures of your lesson. Want to chill at your place after?"
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Dmitry smirked and chuckled. "I dunno, there are pleny of cute mentors here...You dont HAVE to pick me but thank you for allowing me the honor of being your teacher. We can chill at my place. I have to make a few stops first. so you drive or?" He winked at him then waiting to hear his answer before he would turn to face his teacher along with everyone else.
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Ryan shook his head, "that's true but the teacher said you are most advanced and I would actually try to learn something from this." He laughed lightly and shook his head. "I drove since I needed bring my camera equipment but I meet you there. I should drop my camera and things off home first anyway."
When Mitry turned to do his lesson Ryan went and grabbed his camera and came back out changing the lens and the memory card before he look to the teacher to make sure he was okay to start and wouldn't be too distracting.
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The teacher looked back at him with a smile, starting the lesson. The moment the lessons started the smirk dropped from his face and he was in full on kickboxing mode, his class performing beautifully during this practice. The beginning class was in awe, most of the females whispering about muscles and hot red heads.
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Ryan gave a nod with the smile and started to take pictures of the lesson. He had to admit this was a good day to do it because he also got the beginners classes looks of awe and from the corner of the room he could get everyone. He tried to stay of the way using his zoom for close up as opposed to getting too close. They were really very good and Ryan decided that kickboxing was probably the best decision he made in a while. Though he remained quiet, out of the way and professional as possible it was hard it was sure for at least the beginner class to see what their fellow classmate was doing. He caught several of them posing which he would likely delete.
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Once the lesson was over, the advanced class all bowed before the beginners class saying thank you then they dispursed, walking up to their students. Dmitry walked up to Ryan, keeping his distance because of the sweat he was currently sporting. "Get some good shots I take it?" He smiled, waving bye to his class mates and setting up times they could hand out.
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Dmitry chuckled and shook his head. "Depends on how quick you take to things really. Or if you had a lot of anger like I did when I started. I started at 10 be live it or not." He chuckled, leaning in closer, whispering so only he could hear. "What? Don't like my sweat all over you?" He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "I'm going to head to my house and shower. I'll see you when you get there. With that, he winked and walked away, waving bye to him over his shoulder.
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"Ten huh, so what like almost 10ish years. Thats impressive. I tend to pick things up fairly quickly and like to give what I doing my full attention. Hopefully that will be beneficial. As for anger, I don't know. Anger is debatable with me."
Ry looked confused for a moment when Mitry said he was just going to head home, did he forget his errands or whatever that quick. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, mentally calling the other an idiot before heading to his own car so he could head home and shower.
An hour later he found himself standing at Mitry's door knocking quickly and trying the handle. It was open so he headed right in, "I'm here, heading into the living room."
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The door to dmitrys bathroom was open and he poked his head out, keeping it in a ponytail. "Yep! I'll be out in a second..." He threw on his tank and rushed out, bare feet slapping on the hardwood floors. He went into the kitchen, pulling out two bottles before flopping down, handing one to him. "Its ginger beer. No alcohol of course."
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Ryan sat on the couch taking the ginger beer and arching an eyebrow at the non alcoholic bit. He figured Mitry was probably to young to drink, but he honestly doubted that would stop him. "I do not know I'm going to keep up this schedule. If I had a real job, I'd be screwed. Thank goodness I can make money of my photos. School, working on my portfolio, training for my next triatholon and now kickingboxing."
He flopped down on the couch and sipped the ginger beer momentarily before putting it to the side. "College sucks, but it will be worth it when I'm a famous photographer. Or at the very least land that job at newspaper."
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Dmitry knew the ginger beer would throw Ryan for a loop which is why he gave it to him in the first place. He did have the harder stuff but he was saving that for later. "Well at least you don't pay rent? Or have bills in general." He siped his ginger beer, smiling slightly
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Ryan shook his head, "no I don't pay rent, but I do have to pay for any upkeep in the basement, but thats totally my space and being a photographer isnt cheap. My parents built me a dark room and let me tell you the equipment and upkeep for that isnt cheap. I also have a car and a cellphone and a credit card. So I definitely have bills. At the moment freelancing pays for it, though I don't have to worry about if I dont have it. My parents will pay for it. I'm 25, though so I'd rather them not."
He sunk back into the couch relaxing and realizing he probably shouldnt have stayed up so late editing photo and writing. After his morning run, that class and a hot shower he was feeling a bit doze.
"What are you taking up in college," he yawned, "I don't think I've ever asked you."
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He was tempted to pull him closer, but he kept his hands to himself for now, leaning back into the couch as well. "I'm taking up artchitecting. It's tough but amazing when you finally get the results you wanted. You know," he looked over at him, "if you want, I am looking for a room mate. The second bedroom is undused and my parents won't let e downgrade." He didn't have to worry about his cellphone bill since his parents pay for that.
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Ryan turned was about to ask if he had an drafts or anything he could look at, but instead he turned his head and arched an eyebrow at Mitry. They were pretty decent friends when Mitry wasn't getting on his nerves, but he couldnt help, but to think about two weeks ago and wonder about the invitation to be Mitry's roommate.
"I'd have to think about that. I would still be spending several hours a day at my parents because my studio and dark room, but its tempting."
He looked up at the ceiling and yawned again before laughing, "Okay show me some of your artchitecting things. If I continue to sit here like this, I'm going to end up sleep."
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He thought about what happened two weeks ago as well and just shrugged. He was seriously looking for a roommate, Ryan happened to be one of his only friends that didn't get on his nerves. He suspected that Ryan though he had ulterior motives,which he didn't for once. He got up with a smirk and went into his room to grab his portfolio, sitting ba k down on the couch. "Here. I've been drafting since I was really young. My mom still has the scribble buildings I used to draw."
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Ryan sat up interested, he was a photographer, it was his passion and it often entailed capturing other people passions. He could tell Mitry was really serious about kickboxing. The wheels in his brain were already churning out a new photoshoot something that amused him to know end. He looked to Mitry and smirked, the idiot was apparently very good for his muse.
"So I'm guessing your pretty decent at it and that maybe one day when your all graduated you'll be drafting my future studio."
He laughed, but really he was prefectly serious, networking was a big thing and Ryan seemed to accidentally ran headlong into a good person to network with.
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Hah....He would become a famous architect! No doubt about it. Dmitry smirked and leaned in closer with a playful squint. "I will be a famous architect...And I'll draft your studio....for a *price* of course..." He laughed and leaned back into the couch. It would be nice to get some connections going yes....especially with a professional photographer.
"So what are you trying to do today?"
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Ryan pulled the portfolio into his lap and started thumbing through drafts before turned and making a face at Mitry when he decided to tease him. "As long as I get the best studio your brain has to offer we're good. "
He paid Mitry no attention as he sat back and looked at his work. "These are good and nothing really. I'm cool with whatever you want to do. No class today and no photoshoots scheduled."
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Dmitry had several things in mind but he had to ask him one question: "do you game?"
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Ryan looked up from the book and shook his head. "No not really. I'm a really active person so I don't spend much time in front of a screen, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't play." He closed the book and motioned with his hand for Mitry to bring it. "I assume that's what you want to do. Loser buys dinner."
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Dmitry chuckled. Of course he wouldn't be a gamer. Well he'd have to pick something he wasn't good at. "Looser buys dinner *and* has to seduce the winner. Deal?" He decided to pick halo since he sucked at most shooting games anyway.
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Ryan frowned not sure how he felt about that deal, not that Mitry would be hard to seduce. All he had to do was get his hands into those red locks, ends seduction. He laughed at the picture in his head before shaking his head. "You're such a horn dog. Exactly why do you want the loser to seduce the winner."
He shrugged, and turned, "whatever just know that I'm really competitive and if I win you're not getting laid tonight."
He smirked and grinned. Game on Mitry.
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He rolled his eyes, grinning. "Sure. Not like I can't use my hand anyway...And because it's fun, why else would I do it? Also if I win, no cheating. That includes using my hair...." He glowered at that one. He wouldn't be able to go slow and easy if Ryan did that. He turned on his Xbox and started the match, licking up a sniper.
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Ryan frowned, but conceded to the terms. "Fine if I lose I leave the hair alone, but if you lose no trying to dare or challenge me because that's cheating too." He turned to the screen and grinned noticing it was a sniper game. If there was one thing he might win, it was that. He spent have his time behind a lens capturing this and that. He quickly found himself in the zone the edge of the couch and focused. He barely paid any attention to the score. He had one goal in mind and that was to win.
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Dmitry could dig it, and he nodded with a smirk, starting off the game with confidence, only to scowl during most of the match. He threw his hands up in the air win he was taken out yet again with a sniper. "********! Damn it!" He sighed once the announcer said the match was over, Ryan having won't 30-10
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Ryan laughed as he won and looked to Mitry with a huge grin. "I win and I want Italian and not pizza either. And try your hardest Mitry to seduce me, but I doubt it will work." Yes, Mitry was good looking and yes he wouldn't mind a round two, but he liked win, so this would be interested.
Viva Viola
