Gorky Park turned out to be an all day event. Between the amusement park rides, including the Ferris Wheel, convincing her to get on the small roller coaster. Entry for the park itself was free, so they could spend freely at the concession stands and various small shops where she wanted to collect "souvenirs" of their trip to Gorky. His souvenirs tended to be far more nefarious than a little statuette of the Buran space shuttle that was on display at the Park. But to each their own.
Getting closer to dusk, where the sky was turning that hazy shade of blue before it turned black, the Russian and the tourist had ventured off to a fountain to enjoy their last snack of the day. One of his personal favorites, Pirozhki. Simple dishes that were like a Russian, homemade style of a hot pocket. Warm, gooey dough filled with various items like meats and vegetables, cheeses. Sometimes baked, but these ones were fried and delicious. The two watched some entertainers playing music and dancing in the dusk of the evening, some of them were holding and maneuvering glow sticks like they were trying to turn Gorky into a sudden rave. Completely contrasting with the music, which sounded like the offspring of folk and africa.
Glacier hues darted from person to person as he sat on the edge of the fountain with Lisa, taking small bites of the Pirozhki in his hand. People watching, studying, it was something he found himself often doing. Like some live action Discovery Channel documentary, watching the behaviors of humans. Within valid reason to, the humans of Midgard were much different than that of Cold Harbor. They were carefree, often reckless, and he hadn't seen a single person look over their shoulder like someone was going to come out and tear their throat out. It was a sight he was still getting accustomed to.
Lisa, on the other hand, was gawking at the entertainment before them, watching the movements of the dancers with a beaming smile around her bite of the doughy hot pocket. She popped the last of the Pirozhki into her mouth, using her freed hands to clap around the crumpled napkin to the performers when it seemed the song was near ending, the dancers slowing their movements and swayed slightly and clapped for each other. "After the crazy things I've seen in my short stay here....it feels so good to see this."
Distracted from his studying, the rest of his own concession-stand delicacy going to his mouth as he crumpled up his napkin into a ball just to flick it toward a nearby trash can. Baby blues shifted over to her, a single blonde brow lifting questioningly until he realized what she meant. "Gorky seems to be pretty lax compared to the rest of Russia. From what I've noticed, it's almost like a sanctuary to the rest of the insanity here." He snickered at the word insanity, a word he used more for her benefit than his own. Compared to home, Russia was a cake walk on a spring day.
Watching him toss the crumpled napkin with ease into the trashcan, she made a failed attempt to mimic his actions. Swing and miss... Having swallowed her food, her cheeks puffed out as she watched the ball bounce off the rim of the bin, rolling to the ground. He would've personally left it there, not caring much for the whole littering ordeal. But she had different plans. Scooping herself off the edge of the fountain to make strides with her long legs toward the napkin, only to bend over —something he didn't miss the view of with his baby blues— and snatch it up, dropping it into the bin.
She seemed to pause, giving a look around with a rather peaceful expression on her face. "I love it here...It's kind of scary, but places like this.." She took a deep breath, taking in the cool breeze that was slowly turning cold as they edged closer to the night, the scents of the nearby river, the concession stand food and the close by flower beds from the walking park itself. "It's like....finding that last M&M at bottom of the trail mix bag where there's only nuts and raisins left." Her button nose crinkled softly at the bridge, an almost embarassed laugh rolling from her lips as she looked at him then looked down.
He watched her almost silently, picking his teeth free of the remnants of the Pirozhki with his tongue. He listened to her talk for a moment, then let out a cackle. "You spend all your time looking for M&M's, you're going to get fat with cavities." He teased, placing his hands on the back edge of the fountain as he let his torso lean back comfortably. "And nuts are good for your health." A coy smirk that he couldn't resist as he watched her look at him with a slightly confused glance. Her virgin innocence only made his smirk widen. "Plenty of protein.." A quick succession of his brows raising as it took her a slow moment before it clicked in her head and her eyes grew wide, her high cheekbones flaring a pretty shade of pink. She looked like she was about to stutter some nonsense and make a fool of herself until he nodded toward an elderly gentleman who was opportunely picking a wedgie. "And we've got our fair share of raisins up in this bitch." He let out a cackle, laughing harder when the elderly man gave a glance around then broke wind. Childish amusement, but it still made the Russian laugh.
Past the moment of the perverse comment, distracted by the mention of the "Raisin" and the ungodly sight of him picking at his underwear, she lifted a dainty hand to cover her mouth as she strained herself to keep in her laughter. Remaining unsuccessful for the most part. "Oh my god....You're terrible.." She accused, shaking her head as a bout of laughter seeped out of her lips.
He gave her a cheeky grin, having lightened up around her little by little throughout the day, he was actually acting a bit human instead of robotic sociopath. His gaze shifted to her, one of those baby blues closed in a wink, "the worst....don't forget it, doll." He teased, shifting his weight to lean on one propped hand to reach into the pocket of his loose jeans for his pack of Carnivals, sparking one up with ease and set the pack along with the lighter on the side of the fountain before resuming his lazy lean.
Her hand dropped from where she was cupping her mouth, the blush had mostly left her cheeks....up until the moment he winked at her. The corner of her lip caught between her teeth as she looked to her shoes, those arms —that seemed to be a tick of hers— curled around herself like she was giving herself a hug. She glanced up after a moment of silence, a seemingly impulsive moment of her own as she walked over to him. Her stride looked far more confident than she felt, using the opportunity of him being distracted by the movement of those packing up their music equipment to leave. Footfalls brought her between his outstretched legs, just in time for him to look up at her questioningly, brows slightly furrowed. She reached out, snatching up the cigarette he held poised between his lips since his hands were busy with keeping himself upright. She let him continue his questioning gaze until it narrowed at sight of her taking his cigarette between her own lips for a drag, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the taste of his god-awful cigarettes.
It was then that she stopped dicking around and went along with her original plan. It was swift, soft and a fleeting brush of lips that was brought to his mouth when she leaned forward, using one hand on his shoulder to keep herself balanced. Her stride towards him was far more confident than her executing her plan of kissing him. She seemed unsure of herself, a bit awkward and she withheld her shyness....up until she moved to upright herself. That blush returned to her cheeks as swift as the kiss she'd given him, her eyes darting away as she slowly held out the cigarette to him. "Thank you for taking me here today..." It was hardly more than a whisper, and she felt proud of herself for not stuttering those words.
His gaze didn't leave her for a moment, watching her take his cigarette and a small smirk portrayed as she bit back the urge to make a face at the taste of it. He'd let the cigarette thief get away with that one. She'd clearly learned not to talk shit about his favored cigarettes! It was the kiss that caught him a bit by surprise. He didn't show shock by his expression other than the faint lift of brows as she leaned forward, using him for balance and smeared her lips across his. The hell kind of a kiss is that' Tease... He didn't say anything, but a soft snicker left his lips as she leaned up and thanked him. He watched her for a good moment, shifting his weight on the fountain edge as he reached out to take the cigarette she offered back to him.
It was his turn to catch her by surprise. He took a lasting, final drag from his cigarette while she stood there awkwardly but didn't move away, hugging her arms around herself again as she seemed to force herself into watching the crew of dancers and entertainers clean up from their gig. Worked just fine for him, as he pinched the filter of the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb, flicking it away from them before abruptly leaning forward to snag his arms around her waist. She let out a squeal of surprise, arms that were hugging herself had moved the moment he got close to her and she put her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes were wide as she was given only a second to give him a what the hell are you doing"! look before he flashed a wicked grin and pushed himself back....taking her with him right into the cold water of the fountain.
Gripping onto his shoulders, she didn't have time to wiggle free of his grasp, mostly out of confusion of his intentions. Being pulled into the cold water of the fountain was not what she was expecting. Letting out a high-pitched squeak as she squeezed her eyes shut before she fell onto him and into the cold water, the shallow pool enveloping around them both but more him than her. It wasn't that deep, no more than a foot and a half, but it was more than enough to send a chill right down to her bones. There was a bit of flailing from her until he let go of her tiny waist, letting her upright herself as he lifted himself from the water with a sputtering cackle.
...That is until she shoved him under the water again as she used him to upright herself, resulting in her sitting on him and giving him one hell of a narrowed glare with those brown hues. Lifting himself out of the water again, he had collected a mouthful of water and the moment he'd broken the surface of the water, he spat the mouthful at her. Her head turned away, eyes squeezed shut again as she swatted at the stream that he was spurting at her. "Ugh! Stop it! You're....you're..." She seemed to fighting for the right word, sputtering herself as some of the water hit her in the face.
When all the water had escaped his mouth, propping himself on his elbows, —as well as ignoring the glances of those passing by the two in the fountain—, the wicked grin made a second appearance. "I'm....what?" His brows rose, blonde bangs sticking to his forehead as he peered up at her, not without noting that she was sitting on him. For now, he allowed her to remain there. With the water no longer being spat at her, she turned a narrowed gaze to him, only to falter a bit. What originally looked like anger turned to mild irritation. A threatening twitch of a smile came to the corners of her mouth as she peered down at him. "An ass!!" She let out a soft, whimsical laughter as she cupped a hand and swatted at the water, sending a wave the chilling liquid headed straight for his face. His cackle was cut short by the sudden burst of water to the face, making him turn his head to cough and spit out a mouthful of the water again. It didn't stop him from looking at her with a gaze and smile laced with mischief.
"And if I get so much of a sniffle...I'll....I'll..." She stammered again, looking away for a moment as she tried to think yet again of something that she would do. He rose up from his propped position, sitting up in the water which only knocked her down into his lap. Her gaze turned to him with wide eyes as he was only a couple inches away from her face, peering at her with eyes full of daring challenge. "You'll..." He drew out the word, giving her an expectant look. "And what exactly are you going to do?" He was taunting her at this point, his cold hands from the icy water shifting to her hips which brought a shiver from the girl, a soft chattering of teeth. "I-I'll..." She shivered, moving her arms in between them so she could hug them around herself, this time for warmth not nervousness...though that was right below the surface. "I don't know what I'll do....but I'll come up with something clever." She shot at him, puffing her cheeks out. She wasn't intimidating in the least, and it brought a full cackle from him, his head tilted back.
"Uh huh.." He didn't seem all that convinced, giving her a flashing grin that was returned with an untrusting glare from her, just as his grip tightened on her hips and he shoved her off his lap and into the water with an evil cackle like a damn villain. She let out a yelp, flailing a bit until she scrambled to her feet. "Ass****!" She barked, letting a pitiful excuse of a growl escape her teeth as she watched him get to his feet.
His brows lifted and he turned a genuine smile on her, nodding his head. "Now we're getting somewhere..."