Kid stretched as he finished unpacking, he didn’t own a lot of stuff and what he did have his captain had bought and had delivered, Kid had enjoyed putting together the furniture with his captain as he wasn’t the best at reading English so he struggled with the instructions. While he had been having a couch delivered one of his new neighbours had come over and invited him to the cul-de-sac BBQ so he figured why not?
He’d asked Cap about it and he’d said he should bring food or drink to it, Kid had no idea what was normal for social occasions in Russia let alone here, he hadn’t lived on land in 17 years. He got changed and headed out to join the BBQ. He found the one who had invited him. “Привет, thank you for invite me. Um, where do I put these?” He asked with a smile, his English was fairly good but he still struggled more than usual when he was nervous, and by the gods was he nervous. He handed over two bottles of Beluga Gold Line gold vodka, which was incredibly expensive, costing over $180 a bottle, “Captain said bring drink.” When he had been invited his captain had been there with him and did most of the talking, he and the captain looked related, just the captain being considerably older and it looked as though they were moving in together, but only Kid was here. He was wearing a dark red button-down shirt, black jeans and a leather jacket, the top few buttons of his shirt open showing a number of scars on his tanned chest. He also used an ornately carved cane to walk and his blue eyes were bright and piercing, standing out against his tanned skin and dark hair.