bucuresti: (El mi-a dat un astfel de spaima.)
[ooc: sorry! had to redo the post because i didn't like it. xD]


[Standing out by the lake, Mihail keeps his hands in his jeans pockets, watching the water passively. Summer went by fast and that served to make him almost nostalgic for it, or for being home in the summer in general. Then again, he might not want to be home now, what with the Roma deportations from France. So, he's a little but pissed off, but true to his nature, he doesn't express it in any other way than standing very still.

The lake breeze is nice, and good for stress relief, but he's not sure what else to do. It's getting cold anyway, and summer activities are now incredibly limited. With a sigh, he kicks at a lone rock, watching it skip and tumble down into the wander with a quiet 'splish'. Kicking rocks is certainly better than raging at politics anyway.

So yes, there's a lone Bucharest outside, and company surely wouldn't bother him in the least.
]
bucuresti: (Buna iubito!)
[For the first time in a few weeks, Mihail seems pretty sprightly and upbeat. At the moment in particular, he's all too happily washing some plates in his sink, a laundry basket by his feet and the marks of a crusade on the carpet with a vacuum cleaner present on the floor. Due to a warning given to his relatives, he's all the more content in the fact that he's one of the most environmentally friendly cities in Europe! The environmental warning feels more like a 'neener, neener' to his family, and he's almost show-offy about the whole thing because he's clean.

Unfortunately, the warning might not be heeded very well, but that doesn't mean that Mihail's any bit upset about having to clean. In fact, he seems more than happy to do so. After all, spring is in the air and with that comes the cleaning!

He's opened some windows and his door to air the place out for that very purpose, and while he won't get angry about anyone tracking in with muddy boots, he will cringe. After all, those vomit stains from a few weeks ago were hell to wash out, and he doesn't want traces of his effort ironically wiped clean. He has his MP3 player hooked up, playing something from Eurovision from a few years ago. And don't laugh about his music choice because you know it's catchy. He's even mouthing the words along with it.
]
bucuresti: (Eu iti sint tourniquet.)
[Mihail decided that he needed to get around to cooking something. Back at home, this time of year yields some of the best food his country has to offer. Lucky for him, he's got the blessing of being a pretty decent cook. However, this only really applies to food from his region (Romanian food is more like Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, and German food combined) so things like hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and pizza aren't exactly within his...skills.

So he's going at making any number of things, specifically mamaliga (Romanian "peasant" cornbread that goes great with sour cream), frigarui (really spiced up kebabs), and of all things, baklava. There seems to be a cloud of garlic powder and any number of spices floating around him, and there's a gratuitous amount of pork, among other meat. Romanians like their meat, y'know.

This is more like stress relief for him, other than just traditional winter cooking time. He hasn't had the best month and he's just gotten over being sick for the umpteenth time, so cooking seems like an awesome stress reliever.

He's more than willing to share (his inner Romanian grandma will probably say you look too skinny and then shove some mamaliga in your mouth), but there is a degree of acquired taste to this stuff, except maybe the baklava.
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