Scream & Shout | Griff/Vasya
Griffin was grumpy.
He didn’t like being in the city, and he didn’t like getting lost. Nothing in the city was natural -- he even found some fake plants that he tried to get in touch with to try to get his bearings, but they were silk. Silk and plastic. Everything about this city irritated him from the way people gawked at him to the small doorways and the smell of too many people living too close to each other.
His only reprieve from all this was, of course, food. Griffin knew that Vasily had a restaurant nearby and, begrudgingly, he asked the sassy lady in his phone for directions on how to get there. Within a few minutes he was at the restaurant that smelled of heaven. Dressed in a snug plaid jacket and worn jeans and matching boots, Griffin helped himself to a booth far in the corner before the waitress could seat him. Before she could ask if he wanted to start with any drinks, Griffin scowled up at her.
“Tell them to get me the ‘bear special.’ They’ll know what it is.” Without another word the new waitress disappeared back into the kitchen. Griffin didn’t know if Vasily was in the back or not, but he didn’t care. Griffin just wanted to eat and then find his way home and forget about this silly city.
As if to further drive the point home that Griffin didn’t belong in the city, he looked down to where the edge of the table dug into his gut. Griffin grumbled as he tried to push the table away, but it was screwed tight to the floor. Instead of swearing or throwing a fit, Griffin just slouched his shoulders forward in defeat and let out a low, long, and rumbling growl.