Who: Misha Vladimirovich and Erika Hasdeu
What: Misha takes her on a date, and something unpleasant happens later
When: April 12th, six-thirty PM.
Where: Grey path common room, then Durmstadt
Rating: R, for unexpected violence.
Misha tucked his shirt into his pants, straightening his collar before turning toward his twin. "Stunning yes?" he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. He'd chosen to dress for his date and wait with Sasha until it was time to meet her. It was only when six-thirty grew closer that he affectionately bid his twin adieu, warning him to be careful. He headed out towards the common room, flopping into a comfortable chair to with the arrival of his date.
He wasn't entirely thrilled at the thought of leaving his twin, especially not with what had been happening lately. But there was nothing he could do about bad dreams, and Sasha had insisted that Misha go about his plans as per usual, without letting thoughts of him distract him. Easier said than done, of course, but Misha agreed. He waited as the time grew closer to six-thirty and tried to keep the thought of what he could not control out of his head.
What: Misha takes her on a date, and something unpleasant happens later
When: April 12th, six-thirty PM.
Where: Grey path common room, then Durmstadt
Rating: R, for unexpected violence.
Misha tucked his shirt into his pants, straightening his collar before turning toward his twin. "Stunning yes?" he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. He'd chosen to dress for his date and wait with Sasha until it was time to meet her. It was only when six-thirty grew closer that he affectionately bid his twin adieu, warning him to be careful. He headed out towards the common room, flopping into a comfortable chair to with the arrival of his date.
He wasn't entirely thrilled at the thought of leaving his twin, especially not with what had been happening lately. But there was nothing he could do about bad dreams, and Sasha had insisted that Misha go about his plans as per usual, without letting thoughts of him distract him. Easier said than done, of course, but Misha agreed. He waited as the time grew closer to six-thirty and tried to keep the thought of what he could not control out of his head.
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