~ choreographed and lack of passion

[Jimmeh]

[[ ooc: SOB
WE DIED
SO HARD
;;
I'm going to see if I can coerce someone into taking Prussia so there can be epic PruCan or maybe PrusAus, since Eli does not appear to be returning.
In the meantime, I will spend my weekend before camp (where I will be drumming my fingers off yay I think) in idyllic bliss annoying the neighbors with AC/DC and RPing. Oh, and watching Trainspotting. For the zillionth time. ]]

Feliks had never been partial to careful thought; in his opinion, things weren't as fun if you pondered over them. He'd lost count of the times he'd said something akin to Like, you should totally stop worrying all the time, 'cause it like, ruins everything! to Toris. Maybe he really only acted so friendly around the Lithuanian, or maybe it was the fact that Toris was the only one who did not visibly perceive him as self-centered and obnoxious (while, of course he probably did internally, but at least he didn't ignore the other because of it).

He did know, however, that if he was actually Toris, he wouldn't have been enjoying the weather that afternoon, and instead pondering over just why he was still hanging around the Pole. With a slight flourish, he sat down at a bus stop, hoping he could catch a ride across Warsaw where his apartment was. Somehow he'd ended up on the other side of town in an attempt to go shopping, but as soon as he'd walked in, an announcement had gone off from the PA that the department store would be closing in five minutes. Feliks huffed slightly at the memory and adjusted his belt, which he had been wearing with a pair of jeans that were dyed a neon purple. (He had been experimenting with different fashions lately, and while they looked ridiculous, he liked them regardless.)

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[Tiger]

[[ooc: So it goes. I'm considering dragging a couple of my other OCs back in. I like the Balkans a lot -- probably more than I should. I could take Prussia if you can't force anyone else to stay.
PruCan is doubleplusgood. PrusAus (when completely one-sided) is a guilty pleasure. I've never drummed apart from playing Rock Band, but it sounds fantastic~.]]

Toris seemed to have a knack for finding people, which did not usually work out in his favor because whomever he found was often ready to beat him up. He usually attributed these missteps to his own nature: too busy thinking when he should be watching where he was going. I really shouldn't ponder things so much, he thought. If I didn't, then maybe I wouldn't be running into Russia as much as I do, and God knows I need to be seeing less of him, and--is that Poland?!

He ran toward the bus stop and then realized that he might look a little odd sprinting over in the crowded street, so he settled for a fast walk that gave off a false sense of authority. As he approached the bench, he saw that it was, in fact, Feliks. Toris continued to walk until he was next to the bench, still nervous around his closest friend. "H-hi, Poland," he stammered, checking over his shoulder for Ivan (something he did out of habit). "Can I sit here?"

[Jimmeh]

[[ooc: That would be cool~ I kind of want to see you do Prussia, just because I don't think I have before. xD
And yes. Drumming is awesome. ]]

"Ohmygod! Like, hi, Liet!" Feliks, delighted at the coincidence, waved at the other, and made a light "pffft" noise at the question--as if he would reject the other from sitting with him. "Like, totally! How've you been? It's been like forever!" Of course, "forever" was meaningless, seeing how time went by much, much slower for him. "Like, y'know, they should totally like keep shops open later around here. It's like so annoying. 'specially if I want to like buy something!" As usual, he was chattering mindlessly, completely unaware of Toris's unsettled state until he actually looked up and made eye contact. He paused, chewing on his lip for a moment in confusion. "Like, Liet, you're all shaky."

[Tiger]

"Hi," he repeated, sitting down lightly. His hand quickly found a peeling spot of paint and he began absentmindedly chipping it away with his fingernail. "All right--it is annoying, isn't it?--and, uh, yeah." Abruptly, Toris froze, unaware of how flighty he actually looked. Perhaps the constant state of worry had finally taken its toll on him. He made an attempt to smile, although it was not his best effort because uncertainty was still clearly visible in his green eyes. "Shaky? Really? It must be the--" he stopped himself before saying "weather" because the evening was not at all chilly "--the...uh...might have been something I drank earlier." The Baltics' trembling seemed odd and unnatural when the three were separated, with Raivis being the exception who could shake perpetually and not raise eyebrows.

[Jimmeh]

"Pffft, really?" Feliks crossed his arms, almost caught off guard at Toris's previous statement. "Like, what'd you drink? Vodka? Ooh, or maybe, like, Germany's beer...I had that once at a party and I totally was sick for like three days straight..." He furrowed his eyebrows almost incredulously, though his disbelief was never entirely serious; he was too gullible for that. Disregarding it, he turned so he sat closer to his friend, deciding to change the topic. "So, like, what are you doing around here? It's so boring, anyway."

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[Tiger]

"I had some beer earlier that was a bit funny, yeah," Toris said with a shrug, sounding a bit indifferent. He had to pause to think about Feliks's final question: what was he doing here, anyway? Honesty seemed like the best choice for him to take in his answer. "I don't really know. Between avoiding Russia and having nothing to do, I just kind of wound up--here?" Although he felt like he was not being clearly intelligible, he could not think of any other way to put it. And really, he thought, if nothing I say makes any sense, Poland won't care. At least, probably not.

[Jimmeh]

Feliks frowned at the mention of Ivan--he was sure that most of Toris's problems would fade away if it weren't for the Russian. (Perhaps the Pole himself was one of his problems, but he was too self-centered to even take that into consideration.) "Awww, Liet, is, like, Russia bothering you again?" This was said in a tone of extreme, almost exaggerated exasperation, as if it were Toris's fault and not Ivan's. "That totally sucks!"

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[Tiger]

"He's never really stopped," he sighed. "I don't know what his problem is. He's just--you know. But yeah, it does suck. A lot. I wish I knew how to tell him off but he's just so damn scary...!" As he said this, he shook his head, making his brown hair ripple in waves around his face. Regardless of the occasion, Toris always managed to look stressed, and this was not exception. It would be remarkable if he looked anything but harried at this moment as they discussed the single greatest stressor in his life.

[Jimmeh]

"Aww, Liet," Feliks murmured, frowning, and extending his arm out to the other to offer a slight hug (as was something he often did). "Like, have you ever thought of, like, just not seeing him? I mean, like, can't you just like quit working for him?" He'd questioned this several times before, but never quite remembered that he had already said it; his memory was generally too short for that.

[Tiger]

Toris leaned sideways and lightly returned the one-armed hug, still frowning. "Well...kinda...but he's just impossible to avoid. I used to think that he wasn't exactly following me but just kept finding me, but now I know he is following me, and I mean, it's really frustrating; what do you think he has Kaliningrad Oblast for?" By now, even the softest whisper in Russian sent him into a panic, whether it was spoken by Ivan or an old babushka. (Almost everything sent him into a panic nowadays, but that was beside the point.) Even when he spoke the words did they feel like a clamp on his tongue.

[Jimmeh]

"Aww, poor Liet," Feliks repeated in a slight drawl, drawing one knee to his chest and holding it there casually. "Like, it must totally suck to have to, like, put up with him. What are you gonna, like, do?" There was a bit more of a worried tone in his voice, though it was not entirely noticeable. (He did worry about the other a lot, but not in the same way that others worried about other things; it was more of a superficial thing, regarding himself. Like, I'll have like nobody to talk to if he gets hurt, which would totally suck.)

[Tiger]

"I don't know," he sighed, having the vague feeling that he had said this before. Several times before, actually. "Put up with him--well, what else can I do?" Anything involving Ivan was Hobson's choice for Toris: he could accept the Russian as part of his daily existence and allow himself to be subjected to his abuses or...that was it. Standing up for himself would be fruitless, as would recruiting someone else to do the job for him. It appeared to be just his luck that he was hated by Natalia, the one person who frightened Ivan.

[Jimmeh]

Feliks frowned, briskly hugging the other again before fully turning to him. "Like, whatever, it won't get any better if you just like sit around and like worry about it, right?" he asked, injecting a bright tone into his voice. "Wanna, like, get some coffee or something? Like, not like you're in like a big hurry or something, right?"

[Tiger]

"Right," Toris said, taking a bit of resolve into his voice. "Coffee sounds good. Maybe an iced coffee, since it's kind of warm out." He stretched one leg out in front of himself and then relaxed it so his foot swung under the bench, resting on the pavement on the toe of his shoe. Without really shifting his weight he looked up at Feliks, making eye contact, which was not something he normally did due to his introversion. "D'you know any good places around here? I really don't know where I am..."

[Jimmeh]

"Oh my God, like, totally! It's like waaay too hot for coffee. There's, like, a Starbucks just like a couple blocks down but the baristas are like all totally slutty teenagers." Feliks laughed lightly at this statement--he'd never liked the chain in the first place, but felt the need to make his own little jokes about it that mainly just amused himself.