[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Friday evening . Various locations [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Victoria waved as they left devouring thr remainder of the fish and chips with a intensity that would be surprising for a person like her, but a long evening, munchies and general cold had made her rather hungry and missed a few home comforts. [i][color=6ecff6]Take care.. Text me some time! [/color][/i] Waving to Rajvi she hoped they would message her, she seemed nice and they shared a few intrests, plus she felt abit of a affinity with the nervous woman. Thr confident shell Victoria presented was somewhat a false wall that hid a alot more complicated and conflicting emotions and feelings. Watching her head home she thought about asking for a lift home but somthing made her think and decided her evening maybe have a more fun ending. The drive was a short one as the old phrase said. "that escalated quickly" [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Saturday Morning . Final round armoury [/centre] [/h3][/color] Waking up slowly and looking round the unfamiliar bedroom blinking slightly in the sunlight of the morning shining over the slightly icey water, looking over the bed was empty but the faint sounds from a kitchen rang out. Yawning and slightly nervously thinking there was no advantage to use this time, she had to just let life take its way. Climbing out of bed and picking up Milos discarded shirt before quickly tieing it into a slightly too short but practical dress. Too big to fit, it worked with a few tweaks. A quick text to her sister confirming she was OK and wishing her luck with the race, she knew Marlin would tease her somewhat about it but Marilania had somthing on with her. Ren, someone else? Someone had attracted her intrest. Heading out after quickly sorting her hair out, cleaning up and leaving a little pile of hair clips in the corner of bathroom freeing long white hair from anything left of her platt. Heading out unsteadily and walking slowly without her stick, Milo had to see the real Victoria eventually however much her nerves poked her like tiny needles. Happy but nervous, walking out was not always easy. [i][color=6ecff6]Morning. Definitely a Better one! Ive not done this for a while. I had to adapt your shirt abit though. Got any tea? [/color][/i] Less steady and distracted by everything a flash of pain and relised she had managed to walk into a box, with a tinkle of glass somthing broke on top and fell in. Wow. Forst ever morning and she had broken somthing as a record indeed. [i][color=6ecff6] Черт побери[/color][/i] Swearing in Russian and leaning down slowly a slight bruise on her foot, not to utterly expose self with the shorter hem line, picking up carefully a photo frame with what looked like a younger thinner Milo, maybe paige and some other pretty women on his arm. She looked tanned, normal and they seemed to be happy. Feeling slightly sad, she never could be normal, there was always that insecurity about herself. Everyone wanted a normal happy white picket fence, not the broken girl? Nervously trying to smile and picking up the photo, she placed it on side and quietly tried to ignore it and be casual and greeting him with a kiss as a normal person would. [i][color=6ecff6]Ummm sorry. I'm not entirely coordinated... Il replace it... If you want.. [/color][/i] Voice breaking a a little, she needed a distraction and wishing the tea was ready, before grabbing a few grapes from a fruit bowl. Damn, Vika you had to ruin the moment did,t you! First time you manage to get someone who understands you, you have to mess it up! Looking over slightly nervous resting a arm on counter for support, it seemed both of them would have to be face a few bumps to navigate before they got back onto smooth roads again. [hr] [@Lemons][@RoccanIronclad] [hr] Aye, there was a little bit of stuff we wanted to do, just message me and I can work somthing out or have them meet up on thr next skip, or anything else you may think intresting. :) I did not mean anything against you at all! [hr]