☄ | to S03 from amaya :)
@drendelion
"Aniki? Stop hanging up on me, seriously," he muttered under his breath with slightly slurred way of speaking as he squinted at his phone's screen. For some reason his older brother didn't exactly appreciate his late night calls. Another night at his regular karaoke bar had flown past and he was standing right outside the place, about to call himself a cab. That was when he saw a familiar woman leaving her work place. In his current condition he couldn't remember her name, or if she ever even told it to him.
“Good evening,” he greeted her in a lowered voice with a silly undertone and smiled. “I hope that you’ll find your way home safely,” he tipped an invisible hat at her, mirroring something he’d seen in an American movie earlier that same day.
Funny enough his words seemed to be a cue for a close encounter with a fatal accident.
Something told him to look up, right on time. His blurry mind seemed to sober up for that short moment as he acted swiftly. Without a warning he tackled Amaya, bringing her with him to the ground with a harsh landing as a large piano crashed few inches away from them. He stared at the destroyed instrument with wide eyes and with his breathing rabid. He looked up in disbelief and confusion. Where the heck did that come from? Either there was a frustrated pianist living on top of the building or someone took their piano with them on a vacation and forgot to lock their plane’s .. trunk .. yeah, even in his drunk mind the latter one especially made no sense.
“Are you okay?” He finally checked up on the woman he’d barely saved as he sat up on the asphalt. He could feel a bruise or two forming on the side he’d landed on as he tried to soften the landing for her and failed. Then he remembered. His phone. He had a moment of panic as he searched for it, patting his pockets. He looked around, he couldn’t see it on the ground either. He glanced at the broken piano and sighed in despair. “Well shit .. my phone sacrificed itself to save you it seems. Would you mind if I borrowed yours to call a cab?” He asked a bit cautiously while he could feel the ground beneath him spin slightly. The alcohol “cologne” he was wearing currently must have been pretty strong.