†001 - What do they expect me to do?

[bucuresti]

[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.

As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]

Comments

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[] You can come in all the way. I'm not contagious. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

That is not what I am worried about. [ it slipped. for some reason, he is very unnerved -- nevermind this is his first attempt at striking conversation with someone who is not russian. thanks, moscow, for at least giving him that freedom. ]

Do you need anything?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

Just company would be good enough.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ his company? ]

...Ah, well. If you do not mind...? [ cue yuri not knowing what to do with himself and just standing before the door like a statue. ] Are you...

You seem sick. Are you?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I'm... Things are not going well at home. So yes, I'm somewhat sick.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry. [ At this, he gives a light cough and steps forward, choosing to sit down... at a distance. ]

Is this...better?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

Yes, that's fine. Thank you.