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Happy Birthday!!! || Mikhail & Sophie

"Russian blood saves the day again," he grinned at her when she wrinkled her nose. There wasn’t much that Mikhail knew about his birth parents, but his father had shown him their names. Being that his father was Russian, and had taught him enough about "the Motherland," he knew that his birthparents were that. It was the reason why he didn’t get cold. That was what he was convinced of, anyways.

Hanging her coat on a hanger, he put it in the closet, closing that door before turning back to her, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “If you want. I never really celebrated my birthday before, it’s no big deal if you just want to go watch a movie or something like that. Or stay in.” He looked over at the present, picking it up and beginning to walk slowly towards the living room. “Let’s go somewhere comfortable, then I can open it.” There was no point in standing around, so he lead her to the living room, plopping down on one of the overstuffed couches.

Looking up at Sophie, he patted the spot next to him, smiling softly at her, “You need to help me open it.”

"Russian? That explains the awesome name..." She laughed, not really wanting to dwell on her sad attempt at a joke that sounded more like she was flirting than anything. Which wasn't intentional but the fact that she was actually sort of... interested. And she seemed to have forgotten how to have a crush on someone and not act like an idiot around them. At least, in her eyes. She felt like she was being awkward...

However she pulled herself from dwelling on such a silly thing, somewhat calmed by the fact that he seemed to be blushing too. That was cute... "It's your birthday! That means it's your choice! Anything works for me! I just want you to have an awesome birthday! Wait you've never celebrated before...? Okay, then it's definitely your choice!" She nodded.

Sophie followed him into the next room and when he patted the spot next to him she sat down. "I think you can handle it..." She giggled. "But okay."

Pick a Card || Mikhail & Sophie

"That’s smart," he nodded, unlocking his phone and pulling up the new contact screen before offering it to her. He usually would have asked her last name, but there were so few contacts on his phone that it didn’t matter. Most of them were his father’s old coworkers, friends, employees, and the like, who he’d known forever. It wouldn’t be hard to spot the one new person. "I… um… Do you want me to call you later? So we can set something up?" Soon would be nice. He liked soon. Mikhail didn’t have much to do with his time, especially at the moment, and hanging out with Sophie would be fun. He hadn’t known her very long, but he liked her. A lot. She was fun to be around. And good luck.

Sophie took his phone gently, offering her own to him, set up on the new contact screen already. She quickly typed her name into his phone and added her number. Glancing over at him she grinned, tapping the 'take a picture button to add a contact photo. She snapped a picture and giggled before finally handing the phone back to him. "Now you'll know which I am." Not that she thought he'd need a reminder, she just thought it was amusing to put a selfie in someone else's phone when she calls. "Sure! I'm free most of the time so that would be great." She nodded. Happy that he actually seemed to want to do this. It'd been a while since someone had made her stomach flip like this. The butterflies hadn't seemed to go away over the courseof this conversation.

-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Sophie & Henry

Henry made eye contact with her, and a zing of recognition went through him. Sophie. She’d helped him with his homework… forever ago. She looked miserable, and not much like she recognized him. Not that he blamed her, they’d only seen each other once, and it’d been so long ago… It’s not like sitting with him at a table for a couple hours sorting papers was very memorable, even if they’d gotten along pretty well.

He said nothing in response to her weak arguments, simply smiling at her sadly. She really wasn’t feeling well.

Then, at long last, she accepted the water that he still had held out to her.

Oh.

She did know him.

Henry’s smile grew, though his eyes were still heavy with the things that had happened, that he’d seen, that night.

"You’re welcome… Sophie."

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Sophie had a memory for faces, it came from working at the bar and the music store. Learning about the customers and what they liked. Names alluded her sometimes but that was because a lot of the time the patrons of both didn't share. She was however, one to try to remember those she met and Henry was no exception. She was miserable at best right now, for someone usually so happy and bubbly it was a rare emotion but when she got dragged down it was sometimes rather difficult to get herself out of such a funk.

She sighed, sipping the water sitting there quietly, offer a half hearted smile. Sitting in silence for a moment she turned her eyes back to him, nerves seeming to subsided a bit though she was still far from her normal demeanor. "...You're sure everyone is okay...well, alive...?"

Tired of Silence || Topher & Sophie

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Topher avoided leaving his room as much as possible, but as days wore on, he’d found that there was one thing he couldn’t have if he stayed in his room. Food was the one reason he went out, even if it was only to the kitchen, and he timed it so he left when Sophie was sleeping, or at work, or just out. He couldn’t converse, and he didn’t want to try and get pulled into a conversation. Sophie had been trying to get him to engage in one for days, though, not getting the hint. It felt like she was constantly knocking on his door when she was home, trying to get him to open it and talk to her. He didn’t want to. He physically couldn’t talk.

He’d gone downstairs to make a sandwich that day, almost positive that Sophie was watching a movie or something in her room. She wouldn’t notice him, silent and on socked feet, creeping to the kitchen and back to his room. But when he returned, he dropped the plate, not noticing it shatter, or his ruined sandwich. Sophie was sitting there, on his bed, waiting for him. Fuck. He just pointed to the door, not sure what else to do, before crossing his arms over his chest when she told him she wasn’t leaving. Well I can’t fucking talk, so it looks like you have a problem.

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"Nope!" She stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, "I'm not leaving! What's wrong?" She had no plans on even moving from the bed because even a step could make it that much more easy to get her out. So she stayed planted where she was, cross legged and staring at him defiantly. Almost daring him to tell her to get out, despite being unaware that he wasn't able to talk... she wasn't about to move, and that much she made rather clear.

She wanted answers and like hell she was getting up before she got them. She wanted to know why Topher wasn't coming out of his room. Why he was ignoring her, and throwing things at the door. Why he wouldn't so much as speak to her since the earthquake. "Did I do something wrong?" That was a bit softer, more concerned, though he hadn't left to talk to anyone... she wondered if possibly she'd done something and he was just ignoring her. She couldn't think of anything but... Sophie wasn't confident in herself enough to think that she had absolutely no hand in her room mates' actions.

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Tired of Silence || Topher & Sophie

Sophie had been knocking on Topher's door for what seemed like months when it certainly hadn't been that long. But she was sick of being ignored and talking to a door. She'd even tried mocking Frozen! That hadn't really... well, gone how she'd planned... at all actually. She was pretty sure the thud of something hitting the door hadn't been a good sign. But he was in there! She could hear him moving around and playing music.

And she could hear when the door opened, even if he was trying to be sneaky. So she took her chance, waiting a few moments for him to be out of sight of his door she opened hers silently and slipped out, closing the door behind her. Socked feet made no noise as she headed down the hall and into Topher's room.. Seating herself on the bed she waited for his return. When she saw his figure in the door she looked up at him. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me! I'm tired of talking to a door!"

-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Sophie & Henry

Henry’s heart clenched. “Hey, listen…. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I don’t want to keep you here, but I can’t let you go either. I’m just a volunteer.” Though there were other people that needed treatment and help, there were also several other people pacing around, handing out water bottles and shock blankets, so he shrugged the bag of water bottles off of his shoulder and used a hand braced against the wall to slide to a sitting position next to the girl. She seemed like she needed a friend, and… well, so did he.

"I’m sure your family is okay. I just heard a nurse tell a doctor that nobody has been seriously injured. I can’t promise that they’re not hurt, but I’m sure they are alive…. Are you sure you don’t want water?" Henry asked tentatively. "I mean… the dust must have gotten in your throat."

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"I hit my head hours ago this is stupid." She grumbled looking up at him. Henry. She remembered him. But she wasn't quite in good enough mood to care. "Plus, my brother wasn't even at the dance. I don't know if Vannie was. I don't know if Topher was in there or where. You can't know the whole town." She tried to muster up anger but instead she just whined and looked over at him as he sat down.

"Plus, how do you even know if everyone is out?" That was a really really weak excuse. She was certain the people knew how to do their job. She sighed and shifted a bit so she was leaning back against the wall. "Fine." She muttered when he offered the water a second time. "...Thank you, Henry." She said softly, resigning herself to stop trying to be angry when she was simply emotionally drained after everything that had happened.

Pick a Card || Mikhail & Sophie

“It’s okay, I’ll keep an eye on you,” he smiled when she blushed, because he trusted the lucky girl to be just fine, and to comfort her. “It is, Sophie, I promise.” It was one of the more useful skills he’d ever learned in his life, so he considered it rather important. “Well it wouldn’t be an accident if you could promise not to,” he grinned right back at her, just looking at her for a moment, before his brain suddenly pointed out something, “Oh! I should give you my number or something if we’re going to figure this out! Or you can give me yours?”

"Okay, good! You'll have to." She had a horrible attention span when it came to cooking. And she just had the worst track record as well. Accidentally blowing things up or setting them on fire the very few times she'd tried to cook. Her eyes widened and she giggled. "Oh- yes! That would probably help.... how about we give each other our numbers? So we both have them?" She shrugged. It seemed like a good enough solution and it would ensure that whoever wanted to get together first could do it in there own time. And that she wouldn't chicken out because that was also a bit likely. He was cute. She couldn't guarantee keeping her cool once they weren't in the same room.

Happy Birthday!!! || Mikhail & Sophie

"I love it!" his smile only stretched wider when he said that, half wondering why Sophie had broken her rule and sang for him, and half not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, to thrilled to do so anyways. It was the best birthday gift he could possibly imagine, a friend and a song, all at once. And there was the present she’d wrapped, too, but he was happier with a hug than whatever was in the box could make him. He was pretty convinced of that.

Squeezing her again, gently, he realized that the hug had gone on for what probably felt like forever to her. A soft blush colored his cheeks, and he pulled away from her, breaking the embrace, which made him almost sad for some odd reason. It was probably because he didn’t really get much human contact… well… ever. Yeah, that was it.

"Thanks, Soph," he repeated again, smiling shyly at her, fingers playing with the bow on the box. "Oh!" he stepped out of the doorway, blushing harder as he realized what a negligent host he was, "Come in! It’s cold outside!" Indeed it was, Decembers in Maine always freezing, and though he liked the icy weather, most people did not. Putting the box on a table by the door, he shut the passageway, trying to remember what a good host did. "Um… here, let me take your coat!" Coats were big and bulky. Getting rid of them was a good idea. A good start.

Sophie didn't mind the hug honestly, in fact it was quite warm and comfy. For once she wasn't completely engulfed in someone's hug. Which, wasn't always bad. But it was nice to hug someone and feel a bit more on equal ground. Plus he kind of smelled good, which was weird because guys didn't usually smell that great. Well, not the ones at the bar at least. Not that Sophie was remotely interested in befriending them. Most were sort of rude to be honest.

The next moment she knew Mikhail was pulling away. She just smiled happily, despite having no real issue with the hug. In fact she quiet enjoyed it. She giggled when he invited her inside. "Thank you~ But it's not so bad... plus you're warm." She wrinkled up her nose in slight embarrassment at her own comment but brushed it off as a joke, laughing quiet easily.

"Oh... Thank you... again." She laughed softly, tugging off her coat and handing it to him. Bouncing a bit in place, she stepped out of her boots, if he was taking her coat he didn't seem to mind her being here at least for a little bit. "Soo... I was thinking maybe we should do something, for your birthday. My treat! After you open your gift..." She nodded to the birthday present that was waiting for him.

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Happy Birthday!!! || Mikhail & Sophie

Mikhail had been taking care of errands all morning. Yes, he was a year older as of today, but it was also just another day, not very different from any other, and there was a lot to get done. His birthday tradition growing up was always like this, be productive before it’s too late, not cake and presents like other families. And he was okay with that, he’d gotten used to it and even saw the value in it. So he was just about to vacuum one of the rather large sitting rooms, when he heard the doorbell ring and went to get it, remember that Sophie wanted to hang out.

He beamed when he opened the door, about to greet him, when suddenly he was silenced. Standing there, a grin started to spread all the way across his features as his friend sang to him, loving the twist Sophie put on it. She really had an amazing voice. This was the first time he’d heard her sing, she’d told him that stage fright got in the way, so this… this was pretty amazing.

He didn’t even look at the box when the song ended, giving Sophie just enough time to put down her guitar before he pulled her into a bear hug. Or as close to a bear hug as someone his size could get. Beaming, he didn’t let go, not remembering to, instead just trying to resist the urge to pick her up and spin her around, “Thanks, Sophie!”

She was beyond nervous as she sang. She knew she wasn't horrible but she hadn't let anyone hear her for a long long while. And even long had anyone heard her on purpose. It was strange to have someone smiling at her as she sang. Her brother had heard her a few times, but that was different. He was always sweet. But someone else. Someone not family, not obligated to make her feel good about herself. It was a nice feeling.

Before she knew it she was engulfed in a hug. She was small, standing just 5'4, though Mikhail wasn't much taller she still fit quite nicely into the hug. She giggled. "You're Welcome, I'm glad you like it." She wasn't overly concerned bout moving at the moment. Her face was hidden against his shoulder and it hid the fact that she was bright vibrant red with how nervous she was. But he liked it and that helped her calm down.

While her cheeks may be slowly fading back to their normal color. Her heart didn't stop pounding. He smelled good. She liked the way she fit in his arms. Of course, it didn't help that she hadn't had much human contact in a while, it was still really nice to just enjoy being tucked into his arms.

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Happy Birthday!!! || Mikhail & Sophie

Sophie had seen planning this since the notification on her facebook had altered her that Mikhail's birthday was coming up. She'd asked if he was having a party or anything. And was disappointed to find out that he was not. So she'd decided that he could spend the afternoon with her. It wasn't much but she didn't really know enough people that he would know to throw a party. So instead she'd treat him to a fun evening.

She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. Waiting for him to answer, her guitar held close to her. When the door opened she smiled. "Hi! Don't say anything-" She said quickly, so she didn't lose nerve. She picked up her guitar immediately and started strumming Happy Birthday.

It wasn't the classic version, but she'd changed it up a bit, a more rock-styled version that suited her style better. When she was done, her cheeks were pink and she just immediately grabbed the gift bag that held a neatly wrapped box, containing her gift to him. "Happy Birthday!"

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Pick a Card || Mikhail & Sophie

"I haven’t made anything explode yet, but if you think you can, I have a fire extinguisher. And I know the number for 9-1-1 if you think you’ll need them on standby," he smiled, "It’s worth the risk. To help a friend, right? And cooking’s important!" Mikhail had faith. He’d never blown anything up, not even when he was learning. It was all positive thinking and practice. His fair share of meals had been ruined by being burnt, over seasoned, under seasoned, and a million that mistakes. But no one got better unless they worked at it. "I’ll teach you, if you promise not to purposely burn my kitchen down. I might need it later."

"I've done it before..." She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck in nervousness. Though she did giggle slightly when he mentioned knowing 9-1-1's number and having a fire extinguisher. "Cooking is, it would be nice to know..." She bit her lip. Grinning finally, when he said he'd teach her. "I promise I won't purposely burn it down... But I don't know if I can promise for accidentally..." She gave him the sweetest most innocent smile she could manage.

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Pick a Card || Mikhail & Sophie

"You’re not the best cook?" he tilted his head, slightly confused by that. But she was lucky. Didn’t that imply she’d be at least decent at everything? "I can teach you?" he offered, not really aware the words were coming out of his mouth as he pondered his puzzle, "I’m a good chef, I think. I’ve been cooking since… for as long as I can remember." He’d spent a lot of time down in the kitchen, following around the chef, who he’d had a crush on in his younger years, before she’d quit, and he’d learned how to prepare food since then. It had come in handy when his father died, and he’d laid off most of the staff, wanting space to sulk, and not needing so many people to take care of rooms he never went into. So Mikhail could definitely cook, at least passably well.

"I can't really cook... at all... Neville - my brother - banned me from the kitchen.... sort of... when I was living there...." She giggled, honestly amused by her own lack of talent when it came to cooking. "Really?" Her eyes lit up, she was surprised at the offer in all honestly. But she wasn't sure she wanted to pass up the chance. "I might make something explode... it wouldn't be the first time. Are you sure you want to take that risk?" She bit her lip, unable to keep from grinning, though what she said was entirely true... it still sounded rather amusing. She really ought to learn how to cook... she was plenty old enough.

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Moving Day! || Sophie and Topher

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"But the sooner we’re moved in, the sooner I won’t trip on boxes when I need to get from here to there," he pointed out, eyebrow quirked. He also needed to return the truck, sooner rather than later, so they wouldn’t be charged for an extra day, but he still had a bit of time before than errand had to get done. Topher looked over the boxes, not sure if he was amazed or horrified by the fact that all their important belongings fit in so few boxes. In this case, he decided to say it was for the better. "We don’t have to, though. Do you wanna grab a bite to eat or something? Or nah?"