Glassdiva

He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she's afraid of the dark and whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies on the back of her hands.

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"Maybe," he laughs in response, taking his cell phone and keys, stuffing them in his pocket before looking at her. "Ye sure ye’ll be alrigh’? Take my coat." Picking up Whiskers, he pushes the ball of fur back inside, and the door shuts behind them. His coat draped over his arm, he smiles at her and offers.

Or, he thinks briefly, they could hold hands again. 

Maybe later, when their hands are a little more full with groceries. Thankfully, the grocery store was close, so it wouldn’t take so long. However, that also meant the walk home would be rather short lived. His thoughts swirl, and he looks at Fiona. “I think I have some bread. I’ll make bread puddin’ fer desert.” 

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"Mfine.", she mumbled into her scarf, forcing her muscles to relax so she wouldn't start shaking. Under normal circumstances, she'd probably have taken him up on the coat offer, but right now even standing close was hard to handle, making her angry. Yet along wearing his coat, constantly having his smell in her nose. The thought alone made her heave another sigh into her scarf and knit her brows. Also..

Bread pudding? She was almost tempted to ask but.. Avoiding to look at him, she strutted down the street, not sure if this was the right direction but judging from where he lived, in the middle of the city, no way could've been the wrong one. Or so she was hoping. Fast paced, fast steps, keeping ahead of him at least one step all the time, that was the plan. 

Because it was cold.

And because she couldn't trust herself not to yell at him should he even attempt to get into her field of vision right now.

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"Ah." Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it, and he shifts on his feet a little bit. The idea makes him smile, though, and he quickly recovers, humming as he looks thoughtful. What could they eat for dinner? Something quick and easy to make. Something he could help with. "A home cooked meal, eh?" That was something he hadn’t had for a long time now. Almost a year.

"Ah!" Putting his hands together, he nods. The smile on his face grows, and her runs his fingers through his hair, looking thoughtful for a moment. Food…hmm. Well, he didn’t know what she could make, and he wasn’t about to turn down a home cooked meal from her. “I like pasta,” he replies finally after some consideration. “…not the tomato kind though.”

Making a face, he moves to take his coat from the flimsy little coat rack at the door. “Should we head out?”

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When Misha took his time replying, Fiona couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. He wasn't looking back at her for this moment, so at last, she  could take her time looking at him a little closer again. Take a peek at his face, his hair and fingers running through it, causing an even worse mess of loose strands falling into his face. An then his bright smile. She was staring when he looked up and straight into her face and she almost jumped a little in surprise. Quickly, he turned away, kneeling down to scratch Maries ear, who was purring and rubbing her head against Fionas ankles. 

"What are you? A child?"

That sounded more harsh than she intended to but her embarrassment quickly turned into anger. Why, she didn't know. But truth be told, she didn't care either. A little huff and she pushed herself off the ground, walking to the door, opening it only a small slit and leaving without an answer, careful to not let Whiskers escape, who was already ready to pounce for the opening in the front door, seeking unknown adventures. Outside, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms slightly fight the already biting cold outside.

"Not the tomato kind..", she repeaded again, exhaling softly into her scarf and waiting for Misha to follow. 

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She was so natural in his flat that he was a little bit mesmerized watching her, this tiny little blonde girl floating into his kitchen. “Love, eh?” he laughs, picking the kitten up and kissing the top of his head. Mentally, he notes that she’s cute when she does that, the little squeak at the end of her sentence, and smiles.

Only to deflate a bit when she looks at him from her position in front of the fridge.

Oh no. Oh no, she found out.

Shit.

"…s’empty…" he confesses softly. It hasn’t been stocked in a long time, actually, but he conveniently leaves out this detail, instead drumming his fingers against his thigh as he walked over. "There’s frozen peas up top." Reaching over her, he opens the freezer, and lo and behold. A packet of frozen peas. "…shoulda gone tae yer place." Laughing weakly, Misha shakes his head. 

They could always order takeout, but they seemed to always be ordering takeout. “I haven’t had time tae…ye know? No excuses. I haven’t had real food in…a…few…weeks…” 

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"Peas.. No real food in weeks." She mumbled more to herself than to him, shaking her head and forcing her body to relax when he got close again, casually, as if it meant nothing to him. Well it did to her! Gracefully as she could muster she twirled around 180° and ducked away under his arm, escaping a few steps away and leaning against one of the kitchen counters. 

"Well." She lowered her head, watching Maria roll on the ground a few steps away and Lady watching her from the usual spot on the blanket. "What do you want to eat tonight then?" Another short glance in his direction before she shifted all her attention back to the kitten, now playing right by her feet. "No takeout. This isn't an option. A homecooked meal is in order." Her voice had a lecturing tone to it and she crossed her legs, raising her tense shoulders slightly.

"Just.." A pause. Frowning again. "Just tell me. The stores are open still, so." A small shrug before rolling her shoulders a little, trying to relax. He was making her nervous. Nervous and-- really on the fence. 

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She noticed. 

Maybe it was weird he cleaned up after all, but Misha really didn’t feel like the smell of takeout was rather appropriate anyways. Also, he had found his lucky pen he thought he had last a few months ago, so that wasn’t entirely a bad thing. 

"Ah, ye," there was just a hint of nervousness in his voice, the slight tensing of his muscles, "Just a wee bit. S’was gettin’ hectic, what the tha’ kitten." As though to punctuate his point, Whiskers let out a meow, pouncing and rolling in front of Maria. 

He leans down again to scratch the kitten behind the ears, earning an assault on his fingers in return, before he looks back at Fiona. “Hates me, but I love ‘em, so.” A noncommittal shrug, before he breaks out into a smile. “Have you eaten?”

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Following his hand with her eyes, she couldnt hold back a smirk when Whiskers attacked him yet again. "Nah, I'm sure it's just his own way of saying I love you!" Her voice switches to a little higher note in the end and she almost had to giggle if it wasn't for the immediate embarassment setting in, causing a small frown on her face. 

"I didn't. Yet." She gave him a small glance out of the corner of her eyes before turning around on her heals, exhaling inaudibly to get rid of the tension slowly taking over her body again. Strutting through the apartment, she quickly stood in front of his fridge. "Let's see." She really acted as if this was her own apartment already, wasn't she. Even tough this was the, what, 4th maybe 5th time at his place? Closing her eyes for a mere second, she frowned over her own actions again. More thinking before acting was in order. But he was making it so easy for her to forget. Too easy. 

"Truth: Is it empty?" With her fingers curled around the handle of the fridge she had enough hold to lean back on the heels of her feet, cocking her head backwards and turning her face to look at Misha with her eyes slightly narrowed.

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He was not, in fact, spacing out, but considering how on edge he was, Misha jumped anyways, startled as he turned to look at the door. Whisk hopped a little towards the door, his tail up as he mewled louder. “Alright, alright,” he grumbled softly, taking a deep breath before he unlocked the door just in time to catch the end of his name on her lips.

"Fiona," he replies, giving her a little smile before gesturing for her to come in, when Whiskers immediately darted for an escape. Just as quickly, he leaned down to scoop the kitten into his arms, holding him up as if to show her that he did it. "He’s always doin’ tha’. Risky little bugger." Giving him a scratch behind the ears, Misha stepped aside. "Come in. I’m ‘fraid it’s still not much to look at."

At least now, there wasn’t empty cartons of takeout stacked on any surfaces, a fact he was quite proud of. He set Whiskers down gently, only to have his leg assaulted by 2 pounds of kitten mewing loudly and hissing. This made him laugh, and he shook his head, turning to look at Fiona, “Ye don’t have tha’ problem, eh?”

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She shook her head, again. This time because she failed to hear him approach the door and when he opened it she was leaning in way too close to not look funny, she was sure about it. Fixating her eyes on the ..kitten assaulting the guys leg as if revenging his failed escape and forcing a smile on her lips. 

"No. No I don't." Taking a step inside and past Misha, she gave Maria a small pet of the ears before carefully putting her down on the floor. The small kitten patiently waited for it' turn to move, even took a few steps back to walk a small eight around and against Fiona's legs before she wandered off into the apartment. Following her movements, Fiona took a look around as well, at first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she noticed that-- basically everything was out of the ordinary.

Turning around to look in his face with her brows raised she used one hand to make a vague gesture that was supposed to capture the aparment as a whole. 

"Did you tidy up, Mikhail?"

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The kitten—though kitten is negligible now, by the way he grew by leaps and bounds, coddled by Lady—was named Whiskers. Because he had whiskers, of course, but also because Misha was not, by a long shot, a creative person when it came to names. Case in point: Lady. 

"Whisk, whadda ye doin’?" He watched the kitten climb up his pant leg while he was in the middle of doing the dishes, dangling there for a second before Lady rushed forward and the two of them went off to romp around the floor. Somehow, after so much cleaning, one could actually see his floor, sans the space around his piano. Littered with sheets of music, it was quite impossible to clean up without disrupting his pace.

Even so, Misha made quite an effort, knowing she would be coming today, bringing in tow with her Whisker’s favorite playmate. “…s’almost time,” he mumbled under his breath, drying his hands with a paper towel before he glanced up at the clock for the umpteenth time of the night.

Almost. Perhaps it was a little silly to say, but his stomach fluttered.

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It was cold, considerably so and the kitten in her arms, still vey small for her age was wrapped in a thick scarf, only a little nose peeking out of the ball of cotton. A tap with her index finger against it caused a muffled complaint of a mewl from the animal in her arm and a smile on her face. 

"Yeah yeah, we're here don't worry.", she mumbled, getting a little embarrassed talking seemingly to herself in public or if anything, a scarf. Still self-conscious. Shaking her head as if shaking loose the small knot in her stomach she raised her free hand to knock. Wouldn't want to scare the animals, or rather Misha, who was all things considered probably spacing out right now. 

"Misha?" Raising her voice, she leaned closer to the door as if trying to hear his footsteps on the inside, holding Marie a little closer to her chest. 

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She sat down. 

Weird. Cecil didn’t say anything though. He was never accustomed to speaking. Being spoken to. One never spoke unless spoken to, anyways. But she kept talking, leaving no moment for him to interject—people usually took breaths between sentences but she did not, each phrase overlapping the next, breath following breath, no pauses, just words.

"Do you often put strange things on your face? There is nothing on your face that is strange, though." Truth. These are all truths and he paused, looking down at his hot chocolate and his book, setting the book down—Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, for who is the monster, Gregor? Were we not all Gregor, after all?—and looking at the girl again. 

"I like to people watch. No one notices. You are the first."

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She almost jumped a little when he spoke up - right next to her. Reflexes had her turn her head immediately, eyes widened a little.Well, that was awkward. Now it probably looks like she sat down because of him. As if in protest, she stood up, turning her back at him and put her hands on her hips, chin up. A small clicking with her tongue. "That's stupid." Says the one sitting on trees to watch people regulary. "And why wouldn't they notice. you're obvious. Sitting on a bench, staring.." A tree was much more convenient for that matter. But she wouldn't tell him. It was her spot after all.

"And-- none of your business." Now she felt angry. Her replies were all messed up, answering his first question last. How irritating that he had surprised her like that. Maybe she should just walk away, but-- experience had taught her that the anger would keep nagging if she went away like that. And she had to meet her brother later that day. So Bree would rather rant at a weird stranger than slip when her brother is around. Yes, venting sounds good.

Turning around, she eyes up the guy still sitting on the bench, her eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you have anything better to do than sitting in the snow.." She paused, raising her brows.

"Reading?" Lame.

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It was snowing now, the flakes catching in his hair as he stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his pea coat. Snow. Fog. The ennui of living. Something stupid like that, like maybe if he read enough books he could find the answer. 

But today, Cecil was engaged in his favorite activity, sitting on a bench in the park, people watching. People were fascinating—always running, never stopping, needing to be somewhere, anywhere. The business man who took off his ring to meet his mistress. The school girl who had fragile nerves. 

So very interesting to watch from where he sat, as he sipped his hot chocolate and pretended to read. No one noticed him. No one, except—

"…no…you don’t have something on your face." She was rather loud. He wondered, for a moment, how she noticed. No one noticed. No one every noticed. They were always so busy. Busy, busy, busy, leaving, leaving like Ana, for better things, for better springs for—"Do you think you have something on your face?"

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What a brat. Obviously, she didn't mean it like that. "I didn't mean it like that." Words following her thoughts without really thinking about it. "I mean it like--" Like what? She frowned lowering her face and closing her eyes. Even though it was snowing the sun was still shining and she had been looking directly in it. Little dots whirled around her closed eyelids before she took the few steps towards where she believed the bench was. Still no idea who she was talking to, if she was being honest. 

She'd find out. Letting herself fall backwards on the bench she buried her hands in the big collegejacket she snatched from her flatmate and lowered her face into her scarf. 

"Whatever.", she murmured, finally opening her eyes. Truth be told, she was a little proud that she had found the bench with her eyes closed and even managed to sit down without falling on her deriére. But then again, she knew this place of the city very well, spending almost all her freetime in this crowded area. 

"Even if there was something on my face, there'd be no reason for you to stare at it. It'd probably be on purpose anyways."  

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"It looks like snow."

She murmured to herself. Again. Her best friend told her so many times that this kind of talking in public would draw attention and therefor he wasn't surprised she was getting in so many fights a day. Just because she was talking doesn't mean that people have to stare at her though. Shrugging to herself she heaved a sigh, her breath forming a small cloud. She could feel someone staring at her. But instad of looking around, she kept staring at the sky. 

"Do I have something on my face?" Louder this time. They'd be able to hear her. And if not, Bree didn't really care either, better for both of them if the pesky person just ignored her and walked away.

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At her command, he shut the door behind him, noting her frown. Her room was small in comparison to him—it made sense because she was such a small cat, but still!—and he shuffled awkwardly, making his way to sit down on the opposite end of the windowsill. A few questions poised themselves on his tongue. Did she often invite strangers in? Did she often drop her sandal down the balcony? What was she even doing on the balcony, wearing such thin clothes, in the first place? These questions swam in his mind, but he pushed them aside first.

"Fiona’sa lovely name." She was pale, which very much suited her name. "one of my sister’s, her name is Fionuala." He was smiling by now, happy to make small talk and make a new friend. Even so, it was a wee uncomfortable, trying to fit all his limbs and not break anything. 

His ears twitched again—well. It was now or never. “So, do ye often invite in strangers?” 

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She looked up. Fionuala. "That's a pretty name. Fionuala, I mean." Sister. He had a sister? Was she a stray too. Fiona hardly held back a frown, she couldn't possibly hide two strays in her small room, considering he already seemed to have a hard time fitting in here just by himself. Watching him sit on the other side of the sill, shifting every now and then almost caused her to giggle. Almost. Instead, she leaned back against the cool window, trying to read if he was being ironic or actually serious by asking about the strangers. He climbed up because she said he should do it, he wasn't very cunning, but then again who asks such a question seriously. 

She settled with irony. 

"Of course. All the time."

She tilted her head to look at him out of the corner of her eyes and smiled. "Not that everyone can actually make a jump like that. Very impressive, by the way."

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He opened his mouth a little, wanting to refuse, but she had already stepped inside, leaving the balcony door open for him as she turned to ask him if he was inside with her. Well…there was still a bit of time left before he had to head home, so it wouldn’t hurt if he did go inside and chat. 

Her room was a little like Ainsley’s, from the way it was decorated. However, it was far more lavishly done. Lee would have killed for a room like this. “I’m comin’,” he replied, slipping in, wondering if he should take off his shoes. Best stand by the door and wait for instructions.

It was warm inside the room, and he looked at the other cat, wondering. “And yer name is?”  

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She smiled, her back still turned at him. "Hmm? Name?" She skipped towards the big window she had been sitting at earlier and sad down at the sill again, crossing her legs and swaying her tail softy before she looked back in his direction, her head tilted only a little so she could practice a perfect upward glance.

"Fiona." Her right ear twitched and she changed her position on the sill a little. She didn't even know where she was going with this, but she had to admit, she enjoyed company. It felt like ages since she was actually able to talk to someone besides the person bringin her food everyday. And the lady wasn't very talkactive either. Not that she'd have anything to say to a pet, mind you. 

A sigh escaped her lips before her eyes widened a little, noticing that she was still staring at the stranger, sighing. Well, awkward. Quickly, she turned her face away to look outside the window, a frown showing up on her face. "It's getting cold inside." She clicked her tongue and relaxed her features again, sweetening up her voice.

"Close the door, please?"

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Climbing a wall and scaling a balcony would have been hard tasks for regular humans, but Misha was not, in fact, a regular human being. Therefore, with shoe in hand, it only took him moments to hoist himself over the fence with one arm, balancing precariously. Looking up at the balcony, he figured he could make the lea, and so, he jumped, tail poised for balance.

And almost missed, if not for his hands that gripped onto the railing, just barely. Legs dangling, he looked down, before looking back up, haphazardly tossing the shoe so he could free his hand to hoist himself all the way up, sitting down on the very railing he had been hanging off of just moments earlier.

Whew. That was almost enough adventure for one day. “Shouldn’t ye head inside? It’s mighty cold out and ye’ll get sick.” That was his first comment, even before answering her question, a little smile on his face. “Mikhail, but everyone calls me Misha.”

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Even though she half expected it, his sudden jump and the hands right next to her at the railing made her jump a little. Enough to cause her ears to flatten in caution, but she quickly gathered her composure before he heaved himself on the same level as her. When he looked at her, again-- a little too sudden even though she should have expected it, she quickly shifted her eyes to the side, putting the usual smile on her face. 

"Misha, huh." She mumbled, turned 90° on her heels and started walking towards the door to her room, inside, not mentioning nor looking at the shoe another time. "You're right. Wanna join me, Mikhail?" 

Why would she ask a stray inside? But on the other hand, why wouldn't she? If he was up to anything there would be someone up in her room in a heartbeat. Maybe even without him trying to do anything. Maybe she should hide him. Stepping inside, she let her eyes wander through the room, her thoughts occupied with how to hide a stray from the staff in the house. 

"In yet?" A glance over her shoulder, checking up on him.

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Ah. She was cute. That was the second thing he noticed, the first being that, besides being impeccably dressed, she was dressed in a way that was ill suited for the weather right now. He watched her lean over the balcony, looking down at him as she asked him to climb up. 

"Eh? Why would I do tha’?" He pursed his lips, ears twitching. She was a cat as well, and she could very well jump down if she liked, too! Maybe she was hurt? Or she couldn’t come down very well? A bit like the fairytale princesses. She certainly looked the part.

Misha frowned. Looking down at the street and then looking back up again. “Are ye sure I should be climbin’? S’alright?” Of course, he would, if he had to, but that didn’t seem like a good idea. After all, he had to somehow get over the iron frame fence, and the rose bushes. 

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Her tail stopped twitching and her smile softened a little. Got him. 

"It's alright, trust me." Using both her hands, she lifted herself up on the broad stonefence of the balcony and crossed her legs, her tail slowly wrapping around her legs to keep her at least a little warm. Sitting outside in a skirt on an evening like this, brilliant. But if he actually climbed up to her it'd be worth it. Or so she thought. 

"What's your name?" Keeping an eye on him, she tapped her fingers against the cold stone, this annoying christmas jingle still in the back of her head. 

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Now, Misha was not one of the most perceptive of cats. He could spend hours upon hours staring out the window, and when Pa came home and asked him what he was looking at, he merely replied, “I don’t know.” Really, he didn’t know what was so fascinating about looking outside, but it was. It was part of the reason he spent every evening out of the house, going on the walks around the neighborhood. 

It was always nice. He said hello to the neighbors sometimes, and played with the children who lived down the block some other times. The people who lived around the Chang household were long accustomed to him, often spoiling him like they spoiled his siblings. Sometimes, Ma would say they were the neighbor’s pets, from the amount of time they seemed to spend away from the house.

Taking a turn into the richer area of the suburbs, Misha kept his eyes glued onto the sidewalk, mind drifting, when—Splat! What? He turned around, eyes first spotting the shoe, then retracing back up to the sound of a voice yelling that they—she?—were up there.

Up where?

Ah. 

He looked up, spotting now an impeccably dressed little cat with pale hair and pale ears. “‘Scuse me, you dropped yer shoe,” he said, half dashing to pick up the sandal, holding it up for her to see. “Come down, I’ll give it back tae ye.”

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Dropped it. Of course. So not dangerous, just not the brightest. He could be fun, at least compared to being alone, stuck in a room all day. But she didn't quite think this plan any further than getting his attention-- making the frown disappear from her face, she put on a smile and leaned over the balcony as far as she could. 

"Mhm, thank you so much but--" A small, dramatic sigh as she flicked her ears and raised one hand to brush some hair out of her face.

"Can't you come up here and give it back to me? In person? Not through the door though. You have to climb." Her eyes narrowed a little and the smile turned into a small grin, her tail swishing from side to side behind her back. Putting her chin into the palms of her hands, she took a glance at his face for the first time. He wasn't half bad. The smile grew a little wider again. 

"You can do that, right? Please?"

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"Misha, come home before it gets dark, alright?"

His tail swished behind him as he slipped on his shoes, about to leave before Ma called from the kitchen. “Don’ worry, I’ll be home!” he replied in return, stretching a little before he headed out the door. 

Winter was in the air now, but he was always not one to bundle up. Ma never put him in those ridiculously tacky Christmas sweaters that seemed to be all the rage nowadays. She fussed, of course, but she never forced any of them into anything that was uncomfortable. No bells, no ribbons. Just comfortable clothing without all the frills.

Looking up at the sky, Misha wondered if it was going to snow—maybe they would have a white Christmas this year. Gods know Finn loved the snow—him, not so much. Still, it would be nice to run around with all his siblings now and again. 

He took the familiar route to the convenience store this time, his tail flicking behind him as he stare straight ahead, always so single minded as he stared at the road. Nothing ever changed. Suppose, in this town, nothing ever would. 

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Sitting on the window sill, she carefully watched the few people walking past the big manor she lived in, her foot swinging to the rythm of a song stuck in her head. It seemed cold. At least enough to cause the passerbys breath to create visible little clouds, even seeping through scarfs that were pulled up into somes faces. Not inside. Not where she was. The fireplace was lit and the sounds of burning wood filled the silence of her room. A sigh. Raising one hand to rub her cheek in annoyance and boredom she was about to get up when, out of the corners of her eyes she spotted him. Again. The stray that passed by every now and then, shaggy looking, probably dangerous or just not very bright. And yet- 

With a quick flick of her tail she got up, only a few steps and she was able to silently open the door to her balcony and slip outside. Cold. It was definitely cold. Almost enough to make her turn around and run back inside - almost. Crossing her arms in front of her chest she straightened her shoulders, looking down on the guy almost passing her again without taking note of her presence. Nothing had worked so far. Coughing, yawning even humming to herself. Drastic measures were needed but Fiona didn't really have a plan. Her eyes scanning her surroundings for something, anything she could get his attention with, she once again noticed that this balcony was very much trashed with her belongings. The first best thing she could grab before he was out of reach again was a summershoe that had somehow found its way outside into the cold. 

With as much strength she could muster up she hauled off and threw the show -- about 3 feet past her actual target. 

"Oh my GOD. HEY. YOU. UP HERE." 

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She smiled, but he couldn’t help but pout and frown in return. It wasn’t something he was used to—this. Well. He had always been told that it would be polite to pay, to fight over the bill, but perhaps with her he could let it slide.

This time, anyways.

Giving her hand a little squeeze, he pulled her this way, gentle. “Very close tae m’house. So we can go buy pizza and go home to tha’kittens.” True to his word, as they walked, turning corners and passing streets, the pizza house was in view.

"Sardines and…pineapple…on one side, and…Fiona?" Looking down at her, he pressed his lips together. "Pick a meat. Anything."

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This was-- stressful to say at least. She really didn't know what to choose, the possibilities on the chart were seemingly endless. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she pursed her lips, staring down at the mass of ingredients.

"Meat?", she mumbled, squinting her eyes a little to look out for the right part of the menu. "How about ham? And ...Pepper?" She shifted her eyes to steal a glance into his face. "Do you like olives?" She really wasn't sure what to pick but this seemed-- reasonable? 

"Ham, peppers and olives?" Again, a question. "We can always get something else if we fail completely, right?" She looked down at the chart again, chuckling nervously, shifting her weight - again, before looking into the face of the man behind the counter, giving a small nod.

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He followed her obediently, the bags swinging in his hand. This all came naturally, and at that moment, he wanted to lean down and press a kiss against her cheek. Fidgeting, Mikhail fought the urge, biting his lower lip.

"Really? Let’s do it then," he laughed, scooting a little closer to her as a compromise, taking longer strides to catch up. Pineapple and sardines—perhaps they would have a million pizza adventures in the future. Who knows? 

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"Good. Also--"

When he had caught up, she turned her head to face him, the smile still on her lips. "I'll pay the pizza." No question. Just informing him. It was comforting having him around but at the same time getting her nervous, she didn't fail to notice how he was walking close, as in really close next to her and couldn't stand looking up into his face for too long, facing forward again. 

"So, where is the place?" This whole day she didn't have the slightest idea of where they were heading to. It seemed like she didn't have control over anything when around him. Not that Fiona intended to let this get something normal. But one day of exception was alright, or that was what she thought. 

--For now.