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| Topic Started: Mar 22 2009, 10:23 AM (63 Views) | |
| Carleigh Vankov | Mar 22 2009, 10:23 AM Post #1 |
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/denotes Russian/ ---------------- It hadn't taken long to find a small shopping center that held a clothing store to get the socks Timur wanted, and a little hole-in-the-wall where they could buy oil for Ruvim's car, so the only thing left was groceries. Carleigh figured they wouldn't need a whole lot - they usually ordered a lot of takeout anyway, but it was nice to have something to make for breakfast, at least. And it wouldn't hurt to cook a couple meals while they didn't have to eat in the car. The wind pulled a few stray strands of hair from Carleigh's ponytail, and she tucked them behind her ear. Turning slightly, she looked up at Timur before slipping her arm around his waist and leaning her head against him as they followed Ruvim down the street. She glanced over as they were just about to pass a store window. /Ruvim, look,/ she called as she pointed. /Food!/ Suddenly excited, or perhaps it was delirious, at the prospect of a grocery store, she let her arm slip away from Timur, catching his hand instead, and pulling him toward the door. /Come on, silly!/ she laughed. /The sooner we get done, the sooner we can sleeeeep,/ she taunted. She picked up a couple of baskets from just inside the doorway, handing one to Timur and holding one for herself. The part of the store that held the most interest for her was the bakery. There were all sorts of nice smells coming from that part of the store. Real, fresh French bread would be nice. She also wouldn't mind a bottle of real Parisian wine. Did they even bottle wine in Paris? She was too tired to think of the probably very obvious answer to the one simple question. Carleigh wasn't much of a drinker, and even less of a partier, but wine was good occasionally, and it would probably help her sleep, if she got back to the hotel and still had the same issues as earlier. Wine was also useful for cooking... /So, Ruvim... did you have some items in mind? Or are we just planning to wander the store until something piques our interest?/ Edited by Carleigh Vankov, Mar 22 2009, 10:34 AM.
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| Deleted User | Mar 22 2009, 11:06 AM Post #2 |
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Timur had paid very little attention to his surroundings, save for the point when they'd located a clothes store. Ruvim had even expressed a level of impatience with him when he could not immediately choose what he wanted, so he'd deliberately took his time afterward. If only Ruvim had just waited until Timur had a chance to sleep, the Vankov boy may not have made as much of a pill of himself. And if he heard /You could have stayed behind and slept/ one more time, he was apt to make Ruvim even more unhappy. Carleigh's voice drew him out of his absent state as they followed Ruvim down the sidewalk, drawing their attention to something of a grocery outlet. The man's brows rose curiously when his wife used a surprisingly cheerful tone, leading him aside by his hand. Was she really in that good of a mood, or was she in more need of sleep than he was? She had tendency to act 'silly' once sleep deprivation started to set in. However, the idea of getting done sooner rather than later so they could return to their bed was all too appealing to him. /So, Ruvim... did you have some items in mind? Or are we just planning to wander the store until something piques our interest?/ Ruvim hadn't even had time to reply to Carleigh before Timur shoved his hand basket at his brother with a rather pointed look. /And don't tell her you can't think of something. If you don't meet us up front with a basket full of what you're willing to eat on your own, I'll cook for the three of us. And you will eat./ It was a standing struggle between the two brothers that Ruvim did not eat often enough or enough when he did. Timur often opted to prepare food for the three of them so Ruvim couldn't casually ignore food. With his promise- or threat -delivered, he continued on toward the baked goods with his wife, casting sideways looks at passers-by. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 23 2009, 01:57 AM Post #3 |
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/And don't tell her you can't think of something. If you don't meet us up front with a basket full of what you're willing to eat on your own, I'll cook for the three of us. And you will eat./ Having been slightly jolted by the sudden movement Timur made, catching the shopping basket in his hands as the other man pushed it at him, Ruvim gave the back of his brother's head a vaguely bemused look as they separated. It wasn't behavior he was entirely unused to from Timur, but he always thought, irritably, that Timur made far too much of a show about it. Shaking his head, the smaller of the brothers started off in the opposite direction of the store, disappearing between the aisles . While Timur may have been more focused on the sorts of food they'd be able to eat while occupying the suite, Ruvim was more concerned about what they would be able to stow away in the car- that was of course things the three of them weren't already sick of eating while they were on the go. Although he had been entirely reluctant to stop in Paris, he couldn't deny that he was starting to feel far less claustrophobic being out of the confines of his car for the first time in weeks. Maybe if they were just careful, they'd stay for more than a few days. But when did things ever go that quietly? |
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