Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

When she got out of the car Markus leaned back into his seat and let out a groan. He had not expected her to blow up like that, he had been trying to be truthful. When he heard her say something as she waited for the elevator he got out of the car and quickly walked over to her. He spotted the cracked button and sighed as he shook his head not wanting to think about what anyone might think when the security footage of her slamming the button and he knew it would get out. He stood next to her silently as he ideally toyed with the flask as he tried to think of something to say. This was not how he had expected things to go. He had hoped he would be able to get to know her a bit before they started to talk about their parents. Now he knew that he should have known better than to think that she would not want to talk about them. When the elevator arrived he stepped inside and hit the button for the top tenth floor and as the door closes he clears his throat but doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Your boxes are in your room. I left them alone. He didn't look over at her as he spoke. Markus didn't want to see what her look she might give him and he didn't want her to see the frustration in his face. When the doors opened he lead her down the hall to the end before he started to unlock to last door on the left. The apartments layout was a simple one but it was a comfortable size for two people. After opening the door he flicked on the light revealing stacks of computers and other electronics that were stacked against the wall. Some were just set side by side while others were bolted into racks that were just a foot shy of brushing the ceiling. All of them were humming away with multiple led lights blinking constantly. Your room is this way. He walked across the apartment tossing the flask onto a comfortable looking crimson couch that sat in the living room. He opened the first door on the right and took a step back so she could see the room. There was a single bed against the far wall with a desk and a desktop computer set up on it. He had stacked her boxes against the wall shared by the living room. I can get paint if a different color is better. He stood there for a few moments before a phone started ringing from the living room. Thankful for an excuse to get a bit of space from his sister even if for just a few minutes. Sitting on the bed there were four books sitting on the bed. Each one a guide to Moscow and Russia in general along with a copy of Rosetta stone and one of the latest smart phones sitting on a piece of paper that explained a plan that would be hard for almost anyone to run over its limits. Markus couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake on getting her the things on her bed but when he had gotten them he had thought it would be good to help her get to know the city. Picking up the cell phone that had been ringing he sat down on the couch. Privet, chto vam nuzhno? It felt good to slip back into Russian after butchering his native language. It felt more natural even if he was just saying hello and asking what the caller needed. He turned on the tv and scanned the news updates that rolled along the bottom of the scream and frowned as it spoke of even more deaths in Sirya.