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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 3:20 am
Aleksy had a plan. That plan began and ended with never sleeping again. He had gone so far as to make up a nest in the little studio corner of his bedroom, which was really just a pile of pillows and blankets that he hid in when his aches and pains were too much. Only then he'd discovered being warm and comfortable just made him even more tired, and thus more likely to sleep. Now, why wasn't he sleeping?... That would be because of the horrific nightmares. He couldn't explain why the nightmares unnerved him so much, only that they did. Anyway, after his visit with Isaiah (if 'visit' was a word that could encompass the dinner-hour meeting at the pub) he rather lost track of time. He painted, ate some paltry amount of whatever food was easiest to access, painted more, fell asleep, showered... whatever happened outside the apartment happened, and that was fine. Except he was supposed to have gone to see Colin, and due to said loss of time, he hadn't. No: Aleksy had fallen into a half-doze in a pile of blankets on the couch. Everyone would be lucky if they saw him at any point in the next few days.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 11:44 pm
Colin might not have known of Aleksy’s plan to never sleep again, but he did know it had been a while since he’d been able to do more than pop in on the diminutive Russian. The artist was often really busy and could get wholly immersed in his work, forgoing all else unless it was presented directly under his nose or couched in such a manner as to not leave Aleksy any recourse but to fold…but this was a bit much. He had been expecting his friend - and neighbor - to come by for dinner, a movie (or movies), and some company. When he didn’t show up, Colin texted the red-head and then waited twenty minutes before going upstairs to fetch him, using his copy of Aleksy’s house key to let himself in. If he hadn’t shown up, it was likely he was passed out in his studio. “Aleksy!” And then, in Russian he’d been learning from his friend for some time now, “Вставай!” With a laugh he popped his head into the studio and saw the ‘nest’ that held his friend’s sleep-heavy form. “Ужин ждет, встать с постели.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 11:53 pm
Aleksy heard someone talking to him, and he rolled over in his comfortable blanket pile. "нет," he mumbled into the blanket, but he was awake enough to realize: oh s**t, this is someone I should be talking to. He opened his eyes and pushed up out of the blankets to blink blearily at Colin. "Dinner," he asked in Russian, "Is there--" He frowned. "What day is it?" Syrie I'm lazy :V assume he's speaking Russian until i say otherwise?
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 12:22 am
Colin walked over and then crouched near the nest Aleksy seemed to have no interest in moving from, though the red head was moving now and talking to him. "Yes, dinner. It's Wednesday, Aleksy." He answered in kind, his Russian accented American, but not bad thanks to plenty of coaching from his friends. There was also an undercurrent to his pleasant tone that plainly said - the night I don't have a performance, the night we had plans for. "So wake up and come down, will you?" And then in English, "Before Tribble figures out how to open the oven and eat everything."
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 12:42 am
Wednesday. Aleksy rubbed a hand over his face and kicked the blankets off. "Sorry," he said, switching to English as Colin did. "I've been tired lately." He tried to arrange his hair into a semblance of order. "I'm sorry." He brushed at his hair again and then shoved his hands in his pockets. "An acquaintance of mine thought I was pregnant," he said. "I'm not. That's the week I've been having."
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 3:08 pm
His friend's apology was met with a chuckle, all annoyance gone as he watched Aleksy trying to make himself move and be a human. "You work too much, my friend." The bomb that someone had thought Aleksy might be pregnant made his smile falter and green eyes widen in shock. "Oh my god that's--" There really weren't words. "Well."
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 2:36 am
"Yes. That's what I thought." Aleksy grumbled good-naturedly, the incident merely an amusing anecdote to share with a friend now. "It's not too late for dinner," he asked, obvious concern in his expression. He wasn't going to apologize, since he already had. However, he didn't want to alienate his best friend. "How did practice go today? Speaking of those who work too much."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:08 am
Really, he was floored. Certainly pregnancy was a possibility of sorts...but the likelyhood of Aleksy getting pregnant was so low as to be ludicrous. "Wow." He said again, and then frowned as his brain parsed the secondary meaning of this: his friend had not only been busy working, but had also been sick. "Not too late, I came up when you didn't show up after twenty minutes." Colin smiled and held back his questions, he could ask after Aleksy's health during dinner, relaxing. "Ha ha, it went fine. I spent the afternoon teaching twelve year olds...it was a lot of fun." He was patient and personable and liked kids, so sometimes he got to 'guest' in the youth classes. It was good practice for the inevitable day when the blond could no longer perform.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:42 am
Aleksy didn't really see the appeal in interacting with children. He hadn't precisely met any in more than vague passing, but on the television they spoke too shrilly and often caused problems. Being responsible for one... that was even worse. He led the way back down the stairs. "To each their own weird hobby," said Aleksy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:02 pm
Colin followed Aleksy back to his apartment, grinning to himself. "Mmhmm." Tribble, who had been laying on the floor a few steps in from the door, jumped up and skittered when they came in, disappearing quickly into wherever cats disappeared to when they wanted. "Crazy cat. Go sit on the couch, I'll bring you something to drink and then dinner." There was a bit of a question there: what did Aleksy want to drink? He wasn't getting a choice about dinner, he'd eat it because Colin made it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:47 pm
Aleksy nested himself onto the couch. "Just water, please," he said, locating a blanket and tugging it over himself. Colin's cat hated him, which Aleksy could certainly accept since he was not fond of cats either. Still, sometimes he wanted to pet something soft, fluffy, and alive. He eyed Colin's mess of curls. That'd do, if he'd only come over here.
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