Fun & Freak

What he was at home felt right away. He heard his footsteps on the stairs, the stomping in the hallway and the predictable knocking on the door. The handle moved, but the door did not open. So cute. - Svyatoslav, stop it. Open the door. - Breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the whole week on the table. You are so fond of casseroles. - Holy! Baby, I'm sorry, the casserole is just an accident. Mick often wore it to me - that's all. I just got used to eating it at work. - Congratulations, now you'll be eating it at home! Joy, right? - What a kindergarten! - A blow to the door...

POV Svyatoslav Stefan's day off Stefan hid in the portal, and the glow didn't go away. I took a step forward, making sure everything was okay, but somehow I was carried away. I'm on the floor, my coccyx hurts, someone nervous sneezes angrily from behind, and the portal is gone. - I won't let go! Nowhere! You are mine! - the best man in the two worlds growled. - Easy, Hank, I'm not going anywhere. Just seeing Stefan off. I got comfortable on his chest and yawned sweetly. Stepha did, and now you can sleep...

- Tell me, Tem, if I told you I wasn't from America at all, but I lied because I couldn't tell the truth, would you be very offended? - lying on his lap, I used to drive my finger around his nipple while he was rubbing ointment on my stomach. - You're still a fugitive from the African colony, aren't you? - No. Scarier. - Hmm, are you a Ravinsky clone? - No," I laugh when he goes through his arms on the sides, tickling. - In that case, I have nothing to be afraid of. - And you won't be offended? - Tell me what you are, little seducer...

White as a canvas, Stepan, watching evil but leaving in silence. Artyom takes his breath and abruptly imprints his fist into the wall. - It was necessary to put it in its place long ago. Stefan, alive? I look up at him from the bottom up and I don't understand why this is all? Why did he come to help me? Was it a pity? - I said, are you okay? Stefan, he's trying to help me get up, but I'm shoving his hands off. My stomach was on fire, but my soul was sicker. I bit my hand so I wouldn't scream in my voice in pain...

Upset, I got dressed quickly and left the apartment myself. I don't want him to drive me, I'll get there myself. All-day long, sitting in the apartment, I analyzed yesterday and this morning. Well, where did it go wrong? - You have to go and buy wine or beer. I should relax a little bit. After setting a goal, I went to the supermarket, hoping to quickly buy what I needed and return home. - Oh, an angel! - exclaimed Alex, a friend of mine from the race. He punched me on the head, looking into my basket...