Substitute for ORP - 6/6
Luka was delighting in his new found ability. 'The look' had already gotten him out of so much trouble! Katia wasn't mad at him for dragging her home, Dimitri hadn't even noticed that he had eaten all of his little green army men, and even the mail man had patted him on the head this morning.
He knew better than to try it on Viktor, but Kali?
She was next on his list.
Fluttering outside her door, he was once again trying to peer into the cracks. She seemed to have turned her room into a fortress, though...
Frowning, he realized he would not find any give through here. So, he zipped down the stairs and out the door to try her windows.
Now, he could see her. But he still couldn't get in. He frowned, mustering his face into a determined twist, and headbutted the window.
Kali looked up from where she sat, lying across Lance's lap and watching a movie on her bed. She frowned when she saw Luka, headbutting her window again, stood and made her way over to the window.
He was so not allowed in. Not after he had mimicked her entire....preformance, with Lance, to her uncle. She had gotten such a talking to over that! It had taken forever to convince him that, no, she had not done what it sounded like. Luka must have been taking noises and patching them all together.
She wasn't going to let Luka ruin all of her hard work.
She scowled at him and crossed her arms, glowering and hoping to get the point across by just that. Luka wasn't one to give up, though, and perched himself on the wide windowsill. Mustering it up, he formed 'the look', and tossed it at her; eyes wide, lip quivering, the whole shabang.
She, however, was unphased. Scowling, she pointed, directing Luka away from her window.
He made his eyes wider, quivered his lip just that much more, pressing up against the glass and begging her in silence.
Something gave, and she gaped at him. What was he doing?
And why was it so cute?
He saw that it was working, and his facade cracked. He whooped, beaming, and swooped away from the window with glee. It was in that moment that she realized what, exactly, he was trying to do to her.
Yelling profanities that he could not hear through the charms she had laid on her room, Kali slammed the blinds shut so he could no longer see; and Luka learned that if he was going to try and play someone, perhaps he should always, always, stay in character.
He drifted back over to the window, pouting quizzically at it, but nobody returned to the blinds. Sighing, he dropped down and zipped back through the door, up the stairs, and to Katia's room.
He would just, he decided, have to try again later.
