Too Much [Russia]

[Yao Wang]

Ahh, the beach, the sun, the air, the water. What isn’t to love about it? A few miles of sand, with swaying palm trees. People relaxing and having a merry old time. A great place to take business. Even with a secured restaurant, it never hurt to get a movable stand to sell some snacks in various other places like the beach. Or well, that had been Yao’s intention to start with. However, things did not quite go his way…

As he had been setting up the stall, thirty minutes before one of his helpers from the restaurant would come with the necessary ingredients for the simple to make snack and icy drinks he’d decided on, the unthinkable took place. It was honestly such a silly situation -if you weren’t the person being tortured by this unusual turn of awkward and unusual events.

One of those lovely swaying palm trees? Had a new tenant. Some one’s dog had wandered away from them and taken a liking to the Chinese man. Needless to say, the Chinese male was not ecstatic about having a dog trying to hump his leg. It was rather horrifying, actually. He’d tried to shoo it off, but that helped little to none, instead the dog thought it was just a “fight” and had knocked the Chinese man over.

This all caused the flustered Chinese man to freak out and run away, climbing the nearest tree. Unfortunate for him… No one seemed to be paying attention and his helper wasn’t going to be here for another twenty-one minutes. Yao clung to the branchless tree, keeping himself from falling the best he could. Because at this point, his arms had already gone so numb that he didn’t think he’d be able to affectively climb down without falling, “Aiyah! Go away now, go doggy. You leave me now, aru.”[/font]

[Ivan Braginsky]

The beach was a lovely place, and most especially a very nice change of environment. There was no bitterly cold air or brusque wind that nipped at the skin and tinted it pink, but a gentler, warmer breeze that swept gently through the hair and the trees and brought with it the fresh salty scent of the ocean and various surrounding foods in its place. Instead of the crunch of snow under one's boots there were the hot mounds of sand to sink into and be completely devoid of any risks that the cold promised.

This was, of course, obvious to any other beach-goer; but not as well to someone who had spent the majority of their earlier years with much more frigid temperatures. It didn't quite match up to the field of flowers he had always sought as a place for living, but it was preferable to plenty of other places Ivan had been before. He had finally dropped the trench coat of his and instead wore a black shirt with long sleeves as well as his scarf; it was nothing any better against the sun beating down on the shore, but that didn't matter to him. Dressing suitably was never much of a priority anywhere. When it came to the water, he wouldn't dare go any further than knee-deep, but for now he only settled with walking along the shore, observing the scenery including all of the visitors that were enjoying themselves, and the seagulls and tall palm trees that surrounded them. They were certainly something he didn't often see either and he rather admired them for that; the thin, curved trunks, long leaves and occasional coconut tucked between them. And, needless to say, the spotting of a human being clinging to one was not a very common sight either.

The yapping of a dog nearby brought the turning of his head, attention now focused on the source. It was apparently persistent in getting what it wanted from that tree. At this point his curiosity was already piqued, and the Russian wandered over until he reached the base of the palm tree, firstly staring down at the canine at his feet. There was a moment spent meagerly shooing the creature away, and once it'd finally scampered back to its owner it quickly became of less importance, and Ivan's focus was then onto the person that hovered above him.

"What are you doink up there~?" he asked with the usual childish tone to his voice, sending up a smile that could only call for a much less casual response. The poor thing was just about ready to fall, and Ivan had asked as if the other person didn't go through a rather sudden unfortunate event all thanks to the dog.

[Yao Wang]

This was too much. Too much peculiarity in one day! Not only had he been harassed by a dog and chased up a tree. But when the sound of the dog faded, it was replaced by the most oblivious question ever. The Chinese man twitched, in visible irritation, slightly turning his head to stare below him at the person. He had to do a double take because of the other’s size. Oh dear, he was really going to die today. Even though it sounded like a child, it was a rather large man!

This guy probably wanted to extort money from him or something… Would he get beaten up if he responded incorrectly? Ahh, it didn’t matter. He was going to die anyways. So he inhaled a deep breath, causing a tingling feeling to pulsate through his numb arms. He clenched his eyes shut and said in a matter of fact voice, “I hugging tree, I like tall things, aru.”[/color]

Ahh, good old sarcasm. It was wasted on the youth. Yao with held the urge to whine out loud since some one else was around and paying attention, but clenched his legs around the tree tighter as his arms started to loosen their grip on the tree. He just had to last… What? Fifteen? More minutes! Then his stupid assistant who takes way too long would be there and he’d get help down from this blasted tree. If his arms and legs didn’t fall off first, that is. He should have listened to the fortune cookie this morning… Bad luck. But noo… He just had to give it a try.

He mumbled pathetically to himself, “Aiyah… I no trust beach no more, aru…”[/color]

He then shouted out a bit louder for the other to hear, “You move!”[/color]

And with that, he let go of the tree. He was assuming he’d be lucky and the sand would make it less painful to fall. Or so he was hoping it to be. If luck was on his side, he would come out of this alive and mostly well!

[Ivan Braginsky]

That smile grew simply upon seeing that the stranger's head had turned toward his direction, pleased enough that he had gotten the other's attention. Were he to have lost it, he would of course remain persistent. There was the considerable option of leaving the other person there and continuing on his way, but this was the most eventful thing to happen here so far; it would be disappointing to walk away from the sight of a man clearly depicting distress while appearing ready to fall from the tree.

It was likely that he allowed the sarcasm in the other's curiously accented response to soar over his head, not awarding it with a direct reply, although there was a slight tweak in his smile. He remained rooted to the spot for the time being, watching the troubled man intently and making it obvious he wouldn't be going anywhere without more of an answer.

"Hm, you are sure it dit not haff anythink to do with that dog? There are better thinks to do here than that," he eventually spoke up to break that moment of silence, mishearing the mumbling and passing it off as nothing he would find to be important. The yell, however, caused him to take one step back in the sand, amethyst eyes following the other on his abrupt fall down onto the ground. He blinked several times before moving forward to reclaim the spot he had just stepped back from, kneeling down with an exhaled laugh and practically hovering to get a better look.

From this angle he could see how smaller the other man was in comparison, somewhat feminine in physique and blatantly hailing from somewhere much different. Those points were not yet brought up however, and instead he went ahead and gave the other a poke to the shoulder. "There. You do not look broken, you shoult be fine, da?"

[Yao Wang]

He landed with an oof, rubbing at his backside before glancing up at the boy who’d poked him. Upon closer inspection… This kid was really tall… And built like a brick house. Oh dear, was this one of those…. Beach Bullies he’d heard of? Although the kid didn’t seem all that mean… So he’d give him the benefit of the doubt. So he ignored the words that seemed teasing.

The child was… oddly dressed for being on a beach. Even the Chinese man had changed into lighter robes for going to a beach, although that was still pretty odd in and of itself. He wobbly brings himself to his legs and dusts the sand off his rear and legs. He then glanced around, paranoid, before tugging on the Russian’s arm in question.

He pursed his lips, whispering, “Where dog go, aru?”[/font]

Yeah, he was paranoid the dog was going to come back after him. Obviously tense and ready to run away again if it shows up. He takes a deep breathe and glances at the Russian again before going back over to the make-shift shop he was setting up, “You help me prepare or you be going away now, aru.”[/font]

He grumbled, picking up the piece that was suppose to be the roof, trying to shove it on top of the half-made place. His back was not going to thank him tomorrow, but his wallet might. If all things turned out well that was. Without even turning to look at the other, he introduces himself, “I known as Wang Yao, aru. You have name too, likely, what is it being?”[/font]

[Ivan Braginsky]

Now that the other was back on his feet, the Russian straightened himself up as well, rising back to full stature and immediately bringing emphasis to their differences in height. A slight downward tilt of his chin brought the shorter man into view, looking rather worriedly about something and clad in colorful robes he hadn't often seen anyone else wear before. Still he smiled, affirming the overlooked fact that the other was indeed unharmed after that fall.

The trapped heat under his coat, however uncomfortably stuffy it was, went ignored and not complained about as it always would have, his attention intently returning to the other upon catching those whispered words. He had almost forgotten about the dog from before, as of course, it hadn't posed as much of a threat to him - but he took a reassuring scope around anyway, the resulting sight of various citizens and shops stretching on with the sand, the ocean and the boardwalk giving them their answer. His head turned back to the Chinese, giving a shake. "Away now," was his reply, a hint of amusement still hanging on his light and childish voice.

He was now taking notice of the vendor shop in progress, passing off that second option and going with the first. "Help prepare? What are you sellink?" Even with his curiosity, the pieces were picked up and assembled where he believed them to go, again letting go of the thought of the dog's return to send the Chinese man into a dash. He smiled contently when introductions were brought up, believing now that his chances of going away were much slimmer, and he was more content to begin getting to know the stranger. "Dobryi den'~ Ivan Braginsky, it is goot to meet you, Wank." He had mistakenly taken the last name as first, tainting the title with his pronunciation. Eye contact and a shaking of hands would have been expected, though the Asian seemed preoccupied enough in what he was doing.

[Yao Wang]

Yao paused for awhile to stare at the boy for a short while. This boy’s speaking pattern, and words… Were quite familiar, in a sense. But what the boy was calling him, obviously wasn’t going to work. Yao sighed and finished the place up by setting up a sign after the boy had helped him set the stall itself up. He dusted his hands off and grabbed one of the unused tarps to spread it out over the sandy ground so he could sit and wait without getting his clothes covered in the gold-brown waves of earth.

Yao scratched at the back of his neck, pulling his pony tail loose only to retie it up, as the sticky heat had made it start to fall out. He glanced at the boy, pursed his lips, and spoke, “You sit. Just call Yao. I let you use first name, aru.”[/color]

He wasn’t too thrilled about a stranger calling him by first name. But what could he expect from those of non-Asian descent? Besides, it was much more bearable than ‘Wank’. Which had his face practically red as a tomato. Though, with the head the reason for the red face could very easily be shoved off. Yao leaned up to take his shoes off and sit them beside himself. As it was, sitting in the formal, traditional style, with his legs under him wasn’t very comfortable. He could at least get rid of the shoes biting into his ankles.

Other than having mentioned the name thing, the Chinese man stayed rather quiet. But what really was there to say unless the boy had things he wanted to talk about? It wasn’t really like he knew him, other than the fact he was so obviously Russian, big, baby-faced and voiced, and peculiar. None of which he could use as topic of discussion without sounding incredibly rude and nosy. So, he just stared at the ocean before him, occasionally sneaking peeks at the new companion.