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Due to the vastly different personalities of its occupants, Gavriil and Siersha's flat is quite a sight to see. While Gavriil's things are all very orderly and neat, pretty much anything belonging to Siersha is in complete disarray. Gavriil cleans as much as he can without messing too much with Siersha's possessions, so these spots, while not erased, are generally very contained. Also, as Siersha does most of the cooking/baking, their kitchen isn't exactly the neatest place you could be (Gavriil does a little more than just contain the disorganization here -- otherwise, their flat would've burned down years ago). Siersha and Gavriil own three ferrets, Riki (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)], Urania (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)], and Maverick (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] who love Siersha's chaos and often create quite a bit of of their own.

((i took a nap and started procrastinating or this would've been done like three and a half an hour ago -- sorry!))

Gavriil came home from his shift at the Soul and the Dragon a bit later than he would've liked, both tired from the almost nonstop standing and the tiniest bit frazzled by his interaction with Krissy. He sidestepped the normal pile of Siersha's things in front of the entryway and went to take off his shoes. Something about their flat seemed a bit...off. Gavriil glanced around apprehensively until his gaze settled on their thoroughly shattered television screen. Gavriil dropped the bag he was holding in shock and threw his coat on the ground nearby, his mind immediately going to the worst case scenario. Had someone broken into the flat? More importantly: where the hell was Siersha? "Siersha? Siersha, where are you?" he called, panic creeping its way into his voice.

((No problem. I was asleep most of it, too. XD))

Siersha had been mildly dreading the moment when Gavriil would come home. Which was strange because that was usually the best part of every day. Still, she'd been bored earlier, like really fucking bored. Unfortunately, that had led to her deciding to experiment with her knives a bit. Or more like after throwing her knives until she'd made a smiley face on the wall and murdering their watermelon, she'd decided to try using something bigger. Like the machete she'd bought to try to learn how to throw. The way it went through the air was very different from her knives, and hence the television set's current state. She existed her room and gave Gavriil a sheepish smile. "It was the ferrets."

Gavriil released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding when he heard Siersha's voice. He wasn't sure what he'd thought had happened, but it wasn't anything good. Then, Gavriil realized exactly what Siersha had just said.

"The...ferrets?" Gavriil frowned, turning from Siersha to the television set and back again. "I don't -- what?" He turned back to look at the televison, seeing for the first time the other and seemingly holes in the wall around it. The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile, the last of his worry vanishing as he began to get an idea of what had actually happened. "And, uh, I suppose they made the face on the wall too?"

Siersha nodded emphatically. "Yep, the ferrets," she confirmed, the corners of her lips twitching upward. "They do crazy things sometimes, you know." She shifted in front of where the machete was lying on the floor (it had fallen there after falling out of the television). She put her hand on his shoulder. "There's some pasta in the fridge, by the way. I made some earlier, thinking you'd be home sooner. Hopefully it'll be decent reheated." Siersha couldn't stand reheating food. She preferred it to just be made at the right time, which was why she was a bit frustrated at her own poor timing today.

"Pasta sounds great and it'll be fine reheated, don't worry. Everything you make tastes great. Thank you," said Gavriil, relocating his shoes and coat from where they'd been on the floor. As he straightened up his own mess, he wondered what Siersha had done to tidy up the kitchen when she'd finished. He didn't mind the cleaning, but if Siersha had been distracted and things were messier than usual, it would probably be better for Gavriil to start earlier. "And I'm sorry for running late. I offered to close tonight because the guy who was supposed to do it had a date and I told him I'd do it so he didn't leave his date hanging. It was all really last minute, so I forgot to let you know. Sorry."

Siersha nodded and followed Gavriil into the kitchen. "It's fine. I could have used some help dealing with the ferrets, though." As if in response, Maverick, who'd been on the counter, pressed down on the button that would start up the toaster as they walked in -- it was a habit he'd developed to get both her and Gavriil's attention. "Shit! Mav!" She grabbed the ferret (who bit her when he was picked up) and unplugged the toaster. Other than the ferrets on the counter, she figured the kitchen was decently neat. She'd put all the spices back in the spice cabinet (which looked like a mess, but she knew where everything belonged), and rinsed the dishes and left them all in the sink. The dishwasher was full and unwashed, too. "See, the ferrets are the cause of all the mess."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for leaving you to do all that on your own. Let me know if you need me to -- "

Gavriil started when Maverick pressed on the toaster button -- a very useful tactic for grabbing Gavriil's attention (as long as he didn't piss himself). If he'd been one for swearing, he would have had some very vulgar things to say. Instead, Gavriil laughed it off, raising an eyebrow at Rini, fast asleep in one of the clean dishes. He briefly wondered what the ferret had done to get so exhausted and exactly how long Rini had been there, but knowing their ferrets, decided these were questions best left unanswered. "Messy? These guys? No way."

Siersha grinned and opened the fridge to get the pasta out for Gavriil. She hardly even noticed Riki curled up in the bowl, but she did notice Urania's behavior a moment later. She cursed. Somehow, their stupid ferret had gotten into the refrigerator and gnawed open the Tupperware container with the leftovers inside and pulled all of the pasta out of it. She turned to Gavriil, facepalmed, and stepped forward only to rest her forehead on his shoulder. "Why don't we go to dinner?" She looked up at him and then belatedly realized she'd forgotten to extract the ferret from the fridge and went to do that.

Gavriil been looking over Siersha's shoulder and therefore been able to see the situation with the pasta, so he wasn't surprised at Siersha's suggestion. Mildly disappointed, but it wasn't anything serious -- it was just pasta, after all. "No, I'll be okay. I'll just make a sandwich or something since you've eaten already," he said, stepping around Siersha to pull out the bread. Gavriil wondered if it were safe for Urania to have eaten the pasta, and so much of it at that. How had the ferret even gotten into the refrigerator? He'd told Siersha they'd be better off with a cat.

Siersha stared at him for a second. "Dude, we established ages ago that I am always hungry. Let's go out." She knew he wanted to be convenient for her, but she would rather do something for Gavriil. Gavriil was, in a lot of ways, the only person she made an effort to be nice to. She liked being able to do a little to help him out. It gave her purpose. Besides, she loved eating out, and always hungry was not much of an exaggeration. She glared at Urania. "If you die, stupid, don't you dare come crying to me, okay?"

Gavriil mock-saluted, the resulting smile exposing his slightly crooked teeth. "Yes ma'am. Out we go." His hand fell back to his side momentarily before he rethought his action and grabbed the ruined Tupperware bowl and put it in the trash can. "Where would you like to go? I know you have a preference, and don't even think about asking me where I want to eat. You know indecisive I am." As Gavriil spoke, he leaned over the counter he'd had to go behind to toss the container and clasped his hands together. "And I don't think a dead ferret can come crying to anyone, really. It'd be kind of hard, what with the whole being dead," said Gavriil.

"Okay, then I vote not pasta. Boom, preference. Ta-da," Siersha said sarcastically, patting her zucchini on the shoulder. "Seriously, I'd be happy just walking and if you're interested in eating something, we stop and we get something. We could stop in multiple somewheres. But I think we should get out of the house." She stared at him for a second about the ferret joke. "Right. These idiots would find a way." Siersha'd been home most of the day. "And we can look into getting a new television set and a new practice board." Like she'd ever bother to use her actual target board when there was a lovely wall available. That was probably why they had to have people patch the walls fairly often.

Gavriil nodded in agreement. "I'm okay with that." He turned his head and looked from the broken television set to around where Siersha's actual practice board was. "Not sure the new board would help." Siersha had broken too many things (including some of Gavriil's past boyfriends) with her knives for Gavriil to believe another target would do them much good. At the thought of boyfriends, Gavriil's mood dimmed slightly. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and went over to grab his jacket in an attempt to hide his small change in mood from Siersha. It wasn't a big deal -- not now anyway -- and he didn't want Siersha to make a big deal out of it.

"You're right," Siersha agreed, purposefully ignoring the slighty upset look he was projecting, "I should get a mannequin and dress it like people I like. I might do emotions to it then." She wouldn't mind making it look like Lance at all. Chopping his dick of once would never be enough, in Siersha's opinion. She'd love to be able to do it again. She hated him wih a passion. Technically, she disliked most people, so she could make the dummy look like anyone and be fine. So long as it looked nothing like Gavriil or Nikora, she would be more than happy to destroy a practice mannequin.

Gavriil raised an eyebrow. "Give you something person-shaped to throw knives at? I'm already terrified for the faces on the mannequin." He had a general idea of the threats Siersha made and the accuracy of her knives, but he'd never seen her make good on any of said threats. There had been rumors from people he used to go to school with about Lance, but Gavriil didn't entirely believe them (he hoped castrating your friend's ex was something you'd share with said friend, but Gavriil knew Siersha was entitled to her own secrets). "If it's what you want, though, sure. I'm ready to go when you are," he said after putting on his shoes.

"Better than effigies of people I actually hate or, you know, the people themselves?" she protested. She'd definitely never made effigies of people she hated -- like her dad and his ex-fiance and his wife. Actually she had. But still, she'd been "nice" to them. She hadn't been more than really passive aggressive to them. She'd actually broken a couple of Gavriil's boyfriends, aka Lance. She'd just threatened to castrate him. Really. But she'd been beyond pissed, split his dick in half, sliced it up, written an L on his forehead, and written asshole up his back. She'd barely been able to face her mother when she'd been expelled. Her mother had been scared of her since she'd beaten a kid halfway to the grave for insulting Gavriil too much. The knives were meant to be an alternate means to vent her anger. They were just a tool for her to express it. Better than fists by far. "I'm ready to go." Of course, that was from the kid who was still bare-foot. Fortunately, sandals were quick to slip on.

"Better than effigies," Gavriil agreed. He wasn't sure where they'd end up going but he knew he didn't really care. Hopefully it would be somewhere not too crowded -- there had been way too many people at the Soul and Dragon this evening and after Krissy had left and he'd been forced to pay more attention to the crowd, Gavriil almost had a panic attack. Thankfully, he'd been behind the counter instead of out in the thick of it or the night definitely would not have gone well. Siersha knew how he got around large amounts of people, though, so them getting into a similar situation was unlikely. He opened the door for Siersha.

"After you."

((i did this on mobile, sorry if it's bad. where should we relocate to since we're clearly getting to that point?))

((It's fine. Maybe the Light Moon's since it's now empty or create like a new place or?))

Siersha bit her lip and nodded. Better than effigies, yep. She'd have the experience to know that one. Effigies really were a good way for her to get her aggression out that didn't involve going to The Pit and street-fighting, which she did actually do sometimes. Maybe the television set might have been alright had she opted to do that today instead of stay home. She sensed that it would be better to keep Gavriil away from the crowdedness of the larger streets for now and therefor led them out the backway of their skyscraper. Behind it was a less crowded street that ran a good distance. It would be less crowded.

((do you want me to go ahead and post there and end our thing here?))

((Sure))

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