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Post by CALVIC HUNTER GORDAL on Mar 12, 2010 20:29:45 GMT -5
Pay back sucked. He'd known all week that his little fumble in the kitchen wouldn't be excused so easily, but he'd fooled himself into believing that, because it was taking so long for the punishment to come, he'd avoided it completely. Calvic couldn't believe how wrong he was.
It was nothing that could come anywhere near fun, like taking on the kitchen duties of all the butlers in the building and cooking all the Ladies' meals--he would love that, it was probably why he wasn't doing it. No, this was much worse. Calvic shuddered a little as he looked around the mall, wishing there weren't so many people. He hated shopping with a passion, and the feeling would only get worse now that he had to do it for more than just his Lady.
It was the worst punishment they could come up with, and from the smug look on the cook's red face, he knew it. Shuffling the bags in his arms with a sigh, Calvic managed to peer down at the list in his hand--the third one he'd gone through that day--to see which store came next. The older butlers had seemed only too happy to dump some of their duties on him, too, but Calvic managed to counter the annoyance welling in his chest with the relief that he, at least, still had a job. His "grandfather" would be devestated if he was sent home after only a few weeks of service in the real world. He'd been raised better than that.
Shuffling the bags again, he finally moved to an empty bench off to the side, dumping them across the seat and rubbing his sore arms with a groan. What did he look like, a muscle man? He couldn't believe they actually expected him to walk this stuff back to the academy. He couldn't believe so many of them had done this before; it seemed like the usual punishment for something.
Worse, he couldn't believe he'd probably end up doing it again.
Word count: 339
Outfit: Black pants, white shirt, black trench coat.
Comments: For Vasili <3
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Post by VASILI ADRIENN SEVASTIEN on Mar 12, 2010 21:15:22 GMT -5
 VASILI SEVASTIEN
WHAT'S LEFT YOU DID FORSAKE
LIFT ME UP, MY SOUL'S SO HOLLOW
YOU CAN MAKE ME SCREAM INTERNALLY
YOU MAKE ME BREATH ENTERNALLY
YOU SEE, THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE
THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME PLAIN
Maybe if he hadn't been so damn twitchy this morning he would've been able to stay at the morning shift of work, but he'd nearly managed to cut off a finger more than a few times. That totally broke his older record of only doing it a couple times in one day, let alone a couple hours. But it was okay, he guessed he needed a bit of a break for a while. His boss had given him the week off and told him if he didn't come back better he'd probably be without a job. The thought of that was enough to make him even twitchier and on edge than he was before.
So he'd decided to go out and get some supplies while he had the time to(not that he was often without time to do the weekly restock) in an attempt to calm down some. Hunting for rare ingredients was definitely a good way to get your mind off your impending doom of not having a job if you don't take a chill pill. He hadn't been getting enough sleep lately... maybe that was part of the cause for him being so edgy and nervous lately. After grabbing everything he figured he'd need he bought the items and ended up with a couple bags to carry back home in sore, bandaged hands. Yea, this was a great day not to take his motorcycle to the mall.
He needed to set his stuff down to give his hands a rest and he spotted a bench not too far off. But when he got closer he noticed that the fellow who was sitting there had his bags taking up most of the bench. Vasili sort of deflated at that, having looked forward to giving his (bleeding) hands a rest. "Er... excuse me, sir... could you move your bags for me?" he asked politely, offering a small nervous smile to the younger male.
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Post by CALVIC HUNTER GORDAL on Mar 12, 2010 21:59:32 GMT -5
As he glared at the bags that would soon be loading him down again, Calvic almost didn't hear the voice. When his brain finally processed it, he looked up, blinking as he saw an older man standing in front of him--bleeding. "Oh, geez! Yeah, hang on." His voice came out concerned as he looked at the bandaged hands worriedly. He got up immediately, sore muscles forgotten, and gathered up all his bags, dumping them on the floor. It wasn't like they were for his Lady, and nothing was fragile in them. Served them right for sticking him with the job.
Giving another worried look to the man's hands, he patted his pockets, wishing he had the disinfectant salve his grandfather always kept on hand. He felt bad for leaving the man standing there longer than he had to, even a few extra seconds. That had to be painful; he didn't like seeing people in pain. "Hey, would you let me re-bandage your hands? That looks pretty bad." He'd learned it was always bad if you could see the blood through the bandages, no matter how minor the wound.
He didn't have bandages either, though, he realized dimly. Oh, well; his shirt was pretty cheap, he could just rip off the hem. Glancing down at his bags with the evil thought of maybe ripping something off one of their dresses instead, he caught sight of his abandoned list and noticed the two things he'd wished for checked off. With a disbelieving "ha!", he dove for the bags, rummaging through them quickly and coming up with a small jar and a roll of white cloth.
Turning back toward the stranger, he offered his best grin, hoping he'd be allowed to help. He knew he wasn't supposed to give his services to civilians, but he couldn't help wanting to whenever he could. They'd told him that would fade the longer he worked, but he really doubted it.
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Post by VASILI ADRIENN SEVASTIEN on Mar 13, 2010 22:43:34 GMT -5
VASILI SEVASTIEN
WHAT'S LEFT YOU DID FORSAKE
LIFT ME UP, MY SOUL'S SO HOLLOW
YOU CAN MAKE ME SCREAM INTERNALLY
YOU MAKE ME BREATH ENTERNALLY
YOU SEE, THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE
THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME PLAIN
Once the bench was free Vasili carefully set down his own bags and quickly looked to his hands to assess the damage done. Yea, maybe he should've waited a couple days before he went shopping. His boss even told him to just go home. But Vasili was feeling stubborn and he wanted to get this done. Even though his hands were bleeding through the bandages he'd put on his hands he didn't seem too bothered. In fact, for a moment, he seemed oddly mesmerized by the blood.
But he snapped out of it easily enough when the young guy spoke again. Vasili only laughed lightly, shaking his heads and dropping his hands to his sides. "That is not necessary," he said friendlily, shaking his head at the question. But the boy quickly began looking for anything to use as new bandages, and he was so eager to help that the Russian couldn't help but buckle and allow him to do so. Otherwise he'd simply feel bad knowing that Calvic would probably be feeling bad over not being able to help.
"Eh... alright," he said with a sigh of defeat at Calvic's charming grin, smiling softly himself. He grabbed his own bags and set them down on the side of the bench before sitting down, trying not to move his hands too much in a sign that they did indeed hurt no matter how casual he acted about it. He just hoped he didn't need to go to the hospital to get stitches or something.
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Post by CALVIC HUNTER GORDAL on Mar 14, 2010 0:22:16 GMT -5
Calvic's grin brightened as the man gave in, and the young man quickly knelt down in front of the man. He set his materials on the ground, unwinding the bandages carefully and peering at the man's hands. They didn't look horrible, although the cuts were by no means shallow. They looked familiar, somehow, as if he'd seen the exact same thing before. It was a strange feeling. Reaching for the salve that would also, hopefully, stop the bleeding, he unscrewed the cap, dipping his fingers in and reaching out to carefully smear some on each scrape.
He concentrated on his work, making sure not to use too much of the product--it wasn't his, he wasn't free to do anything with it, he could only use what he needed. As he worked he studied the little cuts, finally catching on to what they were. He looked up at the man, offering a slight grin. "Cooking, right?" Now he knew why they looked so familiar; he'd done the same thing to himself many times when he was first learning to cook, always too nervous to chop ingredients properly. He did it less often now, which was probably why he hadn't known right away, but the marks were still familiar. He was glad he wasn't the only one who messed up in the kitchen; everyone was always so perfect at the Academy, it was hard to remember they had flaws.
He pulled the loose end of the clean bandage roll, carefully winding it around his hand before tearing it off, glad the bandage was the kind that stuck together automatically. He did the same with the other hand before sitting back on his heels, once more smiling brightly. "Done! Thank you." He smiled, putting the materials back in the bags and sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the man. Calvic was glad he'd been allowed to help; it made them even, and he liked being even. "I'm Calvic, by the way. At your service." His grin widened playfully.
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Post by VASILI ADRIENN SEVASTIEN on Mar 14, 2010 1:20:31 GMT -5
VASILI SEVASTIEN
WHAT'S LEFT YOU DID FORSAKE
LIFT ME UP, MY SOUL'S SO HOLLOW
YOU CAN MAKE ME SCREAM INTERNALLY
YOU MAKE ME BREATH ENTERNALLY
YOU SEE, THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE
THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME PLAIN
He wasn't exactly comfortable with the guy getting down all low, he would've been fine had he sat next to him and done it. Oh well. He shifted slightly in the seat and settled himself down, polite smile sliding off his face when Calvic was no longer paying attention. He nearly jerked his hand away from the boy when he took the bandages off and began cleaning the cuts and put the medicine on them; they obviously hurt a lot more than he let on, but his expression never really changed except for the subtle hints of discomfort.
Vasili sort of drifted off into his own world until he heard Calvic's question. He jumped a little without thinking about it before he nodded his head and gave an uneasy laugh. "Da. Having an awkward day," he managed after a moment of odd silence like he had to think about what he was going to say. Which he kind of did. He was thankful this kid was so kind because chances were he'd probably go home and flop down into his big comfortable bed rather than re-bandage his bloody cut up hands. Obviously he knew how to take care of himself, what with his complete healthy weight and all...
He did wonder how the boy figured out how he'd went and cut up his hands... maybe he was a cook too? Though the Russian man managed to butcher his hands far worse than any other cook managed to 'accidentally'. Though the whole ordeal was an accident, considering he'd run out of his medicine finally and it had him rather edgy. The thought bothered him and he fidgeted some more as Calvic finished up.
"Why do you thank me?" he asked curiously, giving the boy an inquisitive look as he sat back. It obviously confused the foreigner, why did the one helping him thank him? It should be the other way around, right? Hm. "Ah. I am Vasili," he returned more casually. Was this kid one of the butlers that went to school at hat Academy? He acted like one, the way he wanted to help and... well, the 'at your service' also clued him in.
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Post by CALVIC HUNTER GORDAL on Mar 14, 2010 22:21:38 GMT -5
Calvic tried to be as gentle as he could, noticing how much it seemed to hurt. He was relieved when it was done, wiping the extra salve on his pants. He grinned slightly at the answer, laughing. "That makes two of us." Awkward wasn't really the best word to describe his day, but it was close enough for the statement to ring true. Calvic couldn't help wondering how the stranger had managed to cut his hands up that badly--how awkward could a day be? He frowned down at the new bandages thoughtfully before he got up, plopping down beside the male with another grin.
He blinked at the question, tilting his head in confusion. "Huh?" Had he said thank you? Scratching his head, he realized he must have and blushed, laughing nervously. "Oh, sorry. I just...um...you didn't have to let me bandage your hands." He said by way of explanation, twining his hands together with a smile. He should really start thinking before he spoke, but he couldn't help some of the things he said. 'Thanks' had seemed appropriate.
Turning to meet Vasili's eyes, he smiled, starting to hold out a hand before remembering he wouldn't be able to shake it. "It's nice to meet you, Vasili." He put his hands between his knees, glancing down at the bags he'd dropped and wrinkling his nose--he could procrastinate for a while, it wasn't as if they knew his usual work-pace yet. He knew he'd eventually have to do it, but...he didn't want to right now. He'd rather keep Vasili company, and--although he couldn't tell--it seemed the man didn't mind his presence.
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