A Russian's Life in London

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

*all but squeaks at the pressure, paling* Da! I mean, yeah, I did!

*chuckles and releases him, patting him on the shoulder* Well then, it’s a good thing I called, isn’t it? What’ve you been up to, eh Pav? Been gettin’ into any trouble without me~? *grins maliciously*

*takes a calming breath to stop himself from visibly trembling* No… no, nothing like that. I’ve just been making art, helping my father with housework, meeting people… *frowns and looks down* Nothing interesting… What about you?

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

eric-kings:

*smiles and stands, wrapping an arm around Pavel’s neck, coming off as intimidating regardless of the soft, happy voice* Heeey, buddy~! It’s been a while, eh? I’ve missed you.

*Flinches slightly when the other moves to put an arm around him but otherwise remains still* Uh… Yeah. *lets out a little nervous laugh*

*wraps his arm a little tighter and his smile turns a little annoyed* Didn’t you miss me~?

*all but squeaks at the pressure, paling* Da! I mean, yeah, I did!

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

*spots Eric’s bike and parks next to it, takes off his helmet to hang on the handle, then quickly makes his way to the bench just a few minutes after Eric*

*clears his throat nervously, keeping up his English accent* Hello again, Eric…

*smiles and stands, wrapping an arm around Pavel’s neck, coming off as intimidating regardless of the soft, happy voice* Heeey, buddy~! It’s been a while, eh? I’ve missed you.

*Flinches slightly when the other moves to put an arm around him but otherwise remains still* Uh… Yeah. *lets out a little nervous laugh*

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

eric-kings:

*hops on his hellcat motorcycle, smirking, and speeds to the park, revving and showing off at every chance on the way there*

*puts on his helmet and drives his own motorcycle to the park, becoming more and more nervous the closer he gets*

*parks his bike and strolls over to lounge on the slightly soggy park bench where he first met Pavel*

*spots Eric’s bike and parks next to it, takes off his helmet to hang on the handle, then quickly makes his way to the bench just a few minutes after Eric*

*clears his throat nervously, keeping up his English accent* Hello again, Eric…

eric-kings:

*hops on his hellcat motorcycle, smirking, and speeds to the park, revving and showing off at every chance on the way there*

*puts on his helmet and drives his own motorcycle to the park, becoming more and more nervous the closer he gets*

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

eric-kings:

*twitches impatiently and growls, his voice becoming menacing* Pavel. I wasn’t asking. Do not make me come over there and get you.

*voice goes up an octave or two and the accent slips a bit as he panicks* no no, you are right! I can come back to my painting later..! I-I’ll meet you there…

*smiles and becomes more pleasant* Good boy. See ya there~! *hangs up and heads out the door, grabbing his jacket on the way*

*hangs up, shaking slightly, and fumbles to put his paints away before quickly grabbing his sweater and helmet and heading out*

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

eric-kings:

*lips twitch up in a little psychotic smirk* I need a reason to call my best friend~? *suddenly serious again* Drop the paint and meet me at the park. Now.

E-eeh… *coughs and takes on his English accent* I really don’t think I should… *tries to swallow his fear* If I don’t finish this painting now, I don’t think I ever will.

*twitches impatiently and growls, his voice becoming menacing* Pavel. I wasn’t asking. Do not make me come over there and get you.

*voice goes up an octave or two and the accent slips a bit as he panicks* no no, you are right! I can come back to my painting later..! I-I’ll meet you there…

eric-kings:

littlerussiancomrade:

eric-kings:

*snaps* The fuck took you so long? Where are you? What are you doing?

*flinches at the sharp tone* N-nothing! I am just painting.. At my studio.. *grimaces and tries to sound polite* Vhat are you calling for?

*lips twitch up in a little psychotic smirk* I need a reason to call my best friend~? *suddenly serious again* Drop the paint and meet me at the park. Now.

E-eeh… *coughs and takes on his English accent* I really don’t think I should… *tries to swallow his fear* If I don’t finish this painting now, I don’t think I ever will.

eric-kings:

*snaps* The fuck took you so long? Where are you? What are you doing?

*flinches at the sharp tone* N-nothing! I am just painting.. At my studio.. *grimaces and tries to sound polite* Vhat are you calling for?