What'aya want? (Brian/welcome to anyone else)

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa was sitting at a park bench with some casual clothes on and playing her favourite guitar...the one where she would make sure not to break in the feat of a shoe lace.

She wasn't playing for money, but people kept tossing coins or bills into her suit case. She would thank them... though it wasn't what she was looking for... what she was looking for was the scenery of the beautiful pink trees or the fresh cut grass smell. She had been in a better mood since her last confrontation with Kevala. They still weren't together... but they both wanted not to rush into things... Last time they got back together again some shit went down.

A faint smile was on her soft features as she was lost in her music... her eyes staring at the grass ahead of her rather than the people walking.

Just her and her guitar.

Usually how it was. One friend and Kevala who...well.. things are always complicated with that girl. Never liked it simple. Made life that more interesting no matter how munch pain it brought to the two of them. Well.. all was good. They were friends again and Mischa was at least able to touch those lips one more time...if not... the last time.

[Brian Andeste]

The soft click of his guitar case signalled his arrival across the street. The bench was warmed by the soft rays of an afternoon sun, and the distance between them was no greater then ten or so feet. His shorts revealed his lightly tanned legs, the shirt being of a hawaiian origin. (Note- this is not what he looks like. Shirt only.) He pulled out his light acoustic, placing it across his lap, his left hand holding the neck, his right hand taking the blue colored pick from his mouth. He smiled over at his, his crystal blue eyes gazing into hers with a little respect before he turned back to his music, starting as soon as she finished. His song was light, airy, and totally unheard of. Still, he loved it, and played it right after pressing his middle finger against the bridge of his glasses, forcing it back up his nose.

His fingers moved smoothely over the strings, his voice soft and whispery. He looked up at the people who past, his guitar closed so no money could be dropped inside. The people stopped and watched, some smiling a little at the corniness of it, but he didn't care. It wasn't as if music was his life, he just did it recreationally. Upon finishing, he let the neck go, placing his arms on the side of the base, looking over at her with a very small, covert smile. She was cute- very short, like the Captain, but beautiful. It must be his intuition, but wherever he went these days, he was always running into a female of some kind. It was like he couldnt go a moment without running into one. It was a main reason behind his love for california. Never was a dull moment, in that fashion.

"Hi."

Simple. No name, he more did it to break the ice than to anything. She had yet to look into his eye- when she did, he would probably get a feel for who she was. It was something he did unconsiously, but to a startling accuracy. He began to put his guitar back into the case, having come only for the express purpose of sharing his song with the world. Now, with the presence of a gorgeous second sun, he found himself slightly...distracted. He picked it up, walking over to her calmly, his other hand in his pocket, which he promptly removed and held out to her.

"Brian."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa finished the song only to hear another guitar start up. She looked up and she noticed for a short moment he was looking her in the eye. She of course listened to what he had to play. It was....Well it sounded like some cheesy spin off of Mario Kart.

Which was so God damn...





AWESOME!

Mischa was known to be a total dork... so yeah... it excited her someone playing something completely nerdy. S'pecially about an uber fun game.

>:3

She laughed...but not at him.... well..k... kind of but not in the mean way but in the "har har you're cleverly funny."

"Hi."

Mischa's brows perked as her smile was still on her face. She lifted her hand and gave him one of those waves that involve one quick motion from right to left then putting her hand back down. He packed up his guitar which was a shame.. would have been awesome if he did something about the X-men or something cool like that >:]

But apparently he had other plans.....

"Brian."

"No...My name is Mischa."

Yeah? She was a dork...so what better way to introduce yourself with a terrible terrible joke. "Impressive playing. Interesting choice in song as well."

[Brian Andeste]

He smiled, letting out a little chuckle, his face once again going serious, as though he never meant to laugh.

"Oh, sorry. I could have sworn you were a Brian...guess my intuition just ain't what it use to be." He would take her hand in his, bending over and pressing a light, soft-lipped kiss to her creamy smooth skin. Now matter how many times he did it, the scent, smell, and taste of a woman's body never ceased to intoxicate him with its allure and luster. It was like standing by the most stimulating instrument ever created, and being unable to turn your mind away from its effects. It was an instant interaction between them, appearing as nothing more than a quickly cherished moment on the currents of time, but to him it was as if time stood still. His pupils slightly dilated, signaling the trigger of happiness. His eyes came back to hers, and he took a measure of her soul.

'Is in love. Isn't use to a constant amount of attention. More independent than anything, but has a circle of a few trusted friends. Has suffered loss, uncertain of what. Guarded, but enjoyed the song, and accepting of a fellow musician. Perhaps time may reveal more.' He released her hand, the soft flesh leaving a trail of tingling nerve endings. If he could, he would hold her hand simply for the texture and nothing more. "Well, Mischa. Nice to meet you." He looked down at his guitar, lifting it slight to give it a gentle pat. "Thanks. I rather liked yours as well." He gave a small turn up of his lips, curling the corners to give a flirtatious smile. "I been watching for a while. Figured I'd fail outright trying to just walk up and talk. Music- music speaks more than words, i say." He half shrugged, his right shoulder lifting and dropping.

Man, he had to be the corniest guy alive. He cleared his throat.

"This may be a bit..ah, strange, seeing that we met thirty seconds ago, but I'm heading to an ice cream shop now. Would you...well, mind walking with me?" He placed a hand behind his head, laughing a little nervously. " Its kind of embarrassing, walking into an ice cream shop alone and seeing all the couples. Little awkward." He looked back down at her. "Uh..not saying we'd be a couple, just-" He licked his lips. "Well, there's the andreste fuck up. Guess i should go before this gets even more awkward." He turned, making to walk away without turning back- if, that is, he was allowed to get that far in his speech. Sometimes...He just talked too damn much!

'Stupid pretty girls and their flustering eyes...'

[Mischa Badoer]

He went along with my lame ass joke?!

WHAT A TROOPER!

Mischa smiled...and only blushed when he took her hand and kissed the back of her wrist. Why did she blush? Not because she was aware of the flirtatious vibe... but because she always got nervous around strangers... It was her thing... get nervous...then rant a shit load until they get annoyed of her endless bickering... That was how she was shy...not your average "I'm gonna talk quietly so you can't hear me shy." but the "over thinking so trying to cover up lameness with too many words" shy.

He complimented her playing and she simply laughed. "Well... wish my voice could match my stellar guitar skills." she laughed again... just by making fun of herself..'cause she didn't think she was that good...but in the midst of laughing she totally had a snort moment. Yup, she was a snorter... but it was always embarrassing to snort in front of a stranger.

"This may be a bit..ah, strange, seeing that we met thirty seconds ago, but I'm heading to an ice cream shop now. Would you...well, mind walking with me?"

Mischa had to only hear the words Ice Cream and she was on the band wagon. If there was anything she loved more it was...you didn't guess it...it's not ice cream...it's just sweets in general.

" Its kind of embarrassing, walking into an ice cream shop alone and seeing all the couples. Little awkward."

Well... he didn't really give her time to answer now did he? And of course Mischa didn't catch on he was nervous to be talking to her. She is an idiot when it comes to boys.

"Uh..not saying we'd be a couple, just-" her brow cocked in a puzzling manner.... "Well, there's the andreste fuck up. Guess i should go before this gets even more awkward."

Then he got up and started to leave.

OH NO HE WON'T!

"Wait!" she would shove her guitar into it's case and would run towards him....of course stepping on her shoelace like predicted and falling flat on her ass. Her klutziness was at it again... If Kev and her were still together and if she witnessed that.... she was sure she would have ripped those shoes off her shoes and chuck them away stating she needs a safer pair. So as she landed on the ground with a loud "oeuf!" she would then look up with an innocent smile. "Whoops...anyway...you didn't let me answer...I want ice cream.." she would then stand herself up and dust herself off. "Unless the offer doesn't apply to me anymore?"

[Brian Andeste]

Brian turned back, watching the girl begin her downward plummet. It was like a bad horror film, or a cheap comedy. He wanted to reach up, to yell "noooo" or to catch her ina romeo and juliet fashion. Instead, as he moved to sweep her up into his arms, he stumbled over his own guitar, haphazardly trying to recover his footing in a few quick steps. By that time, of course, she had already landed, and he was left looking like a dope. He let out a frustrated noise at his own clumsiness, which didn't bring itself to light often, before offering her a hand to help her to her feet. Whether she took it or not was of little consequence, because her next words caught him a little off gaurd. She was wanting to go? Well...that was a little surprising. Usually the mountainous amount of words he had just spewed forth would have had girls praising the heavens that he was leaving.

He gave a grin, shaking his head a little to signify "no".

"I'm sorry, your time of acceptance has expired."

He gave a wider smile before nodding toward the shop.

"But i guess, if your heading that way anyway, i'll follow along beside you, perhaps."

He would, should she start out, pick up his guitar which had fallen from his grip when he stumbled, and start along beside her. She had free flowing locks of the crispest brown, her eyes gazing like tranquit pools of a terripid color, the same hue and her hair. Her smile was infections, her petite little body almost bubbling over with an inner energy that excited him. Perhaps she was nervous, or shy. Maybe she, in truth, was bored out of her mind and was finally thankful for a given circumstance to leave thost planks of nailed wood in favor of a bite of the most delicious ice cream the world has ever known. It was like his own little god-send, the devine taste of frozen dairy a near addiction for him. Home made, a small corner shop far out the beaten path, but also in plan sight of the park, a favorite of the children in the neighborhood.

"So, how long have you lived in California?"

A standard ice breaker, if you wished to call it that. He figured they needed something to take thier mind off the multiple blunders both had suffered at the hands of fate. Perhaps it was just him, but he knew that from the moment he had sat down across from her, the day would be far more interesting. Most girls who looked like her were either stuck up bitches or outright whores. She, however, was niether. Perhaps she had her share of the male populace, but from what he could see she seemed to be rather restrictive in that way. Or maybe it was just the first meeting vibe. He guessed time would only tell. Not to say that he was looking to get some from her, just mere observations of the side, as it were.

[Mischa Badoer]

He shook his head "I'm sorry, your time of acceptance has expired."

Mischa's brows sunk down as her lips pursed...obviously was caught off guard when he retracted his invitation...only to realize he was kidding when he smiled and nodded towards the ice cream parlor.

"But i guess, if your heading that way anyway, i'll follow along beside you, perhaps."

Mischa smiled and started heading towards the shop. She was thuper duper excited for ice cream. She was such a little girl at times it was scary.

"So, how long have you lived in California?"

Mischa perked her lips. More than five years??? Oh Gawd.. "Wow..Um...I really don't remember... I've really bounced around quite a bit... I was born in Venice.. Lived there for a good chunk of my life... English was my second language when I moved to Alaska...then I moved back to Venice..then to San Fransisco... then to Long Beach... now here because I was relocated for business... Gawd...umm... more than....5 years? Well...k..Yeah I donno I'm too lazy to count.... How about you.. sound like you have an accent... I have one...its really weak now... but if you pay attention or if I speak in Italian it is obvious..."

Wow.... her rants never cease to exist now don't they??

They drew near to the shop and already she watched a few kids and even adults straying away from the place with the frozen treat in their grasp. She was getting all giddy just thinking about what flavour she was gonna get.

Chocolate?

Bubble gum?

Cotton Candy?

TIGER?!

Yeah..I'm soooooooooooooooo getting Tiger.

[Brian Andeste]

He chuckled a little to himself.

Man, this girl liked to talk.

Not that he thought it a particularly bad thing, as it were. He just wasn't use to girls so suddenly spilling a truckload of words within a two minute time frame. It caught him a little off guard, but in the end he decided she was all the more adorable for it. She was this short, cute little chatterbox, and her voice had this slight tingle to it, which made him want to take a deep breath and just drink in the surroundings. Perhaps that was a little overboard, but it had a strong base. She definitely wasn't American, which made him homesick all the more. England was nothing like this self-deprecating society that he currently dwelt in. The people were proud, to be sure, but were smarter than your average bear, so to speak.

"Ah, yes well. I'm from London, actually. Moved here with my mom nearly a month ago. She loves it- i can't say I'm totally thrilled."

He shrugged. It wasn't like the country wasn't thriving. In fact, most individuals outside the school system lived healthy, happy lives. But the students whose existences revolved around struggling for every moment of what seemed to be a half wasted life? Well, he couldn't foresee any good future coming out of it. Most would grow up only to fill prisons instead of senate seats. It was a little discouraging, but way out of his own personal comfort zone to actually do something about it. Why should it be his problem anyway? If these foolish little children wanted to waste their days physically ruining themselves, that was up to them. Let the Captain and pillars sort it out, because he sure as hell wasn't going to.

"I guess i just think the way things are headed, there won't be much of a future for America. Its like a ticking timebomb, and the ones who built it reside in the white house and school boards."

His hand reached out, grasping the door handle and swinging it outward, letting her go first like the gentleman he was. Sights and smells filled his nostrils the moment he walked through the door, his eyes glazing over the fudge, and cookies, and warm cake. They landed on the Ice Cream, Brian not even having to lift a finger. the owner smiled, shaking his hand before grabbing a dish and scooping in two flavors- Brown Batter and Mint Chocolate Chip. He grinned, nodding a little secretively to the girl he was standing with. His old friend gave a smile and a wink, leaning kindly over the counter to Mischa. He was old, with an Italian mustache, his eyes holding a gentle love for what he did. His smile was heart warming, and he seemed to have a general care for every customer that walked through the door.

"What can i get for the lovely young lady?"

"Easy Ivan, she's with me y'know."

He would give a little wink to Mischa is she looked up, signaling his joke. Ivan would move his mustache from side to side, patting down his apron as though he was sorry.

"Oh, right right. Well, then i guess her firsta time to the my shop deserves a little treat, does ita not?"

His accent was thick, and his hands worn with age. But he grew on you, faster than any could imagine. He was one of Brian's Favorite people, and probably someone he could trust with anything. He had actually hid there, once, when someone was trying to run him down. Ivan was kind, but not someone you wanted angry. He was a big man- 5'8, but about 220 pounds of muscle. Fit as hell for his age. Needless to say, the boys left, and Brian formed a lasting bond with him ever since.

Brian would watch, a small smile on his lips as Mischa was next to order.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa nodded in agreement in what the boy said... She did agree with what he had to say... but it's not like she followed it. Mischa did do hits on people, it was part of her job. Heck, she just woke from a coma after blowing up a handful of cops, killing Urial Seran and a good amount of his body guards... She seemed really innocent.. in ways she was...it was just being brought up in the Italian mafia... She kept her job separate from her life... acting as childish as she can 'cause quite frankly it felt like a prison being grown up now.

They walked into the parlor and the man already seemed really giddy.

AND HE LOOKED ITALIAN!

>:3

He reminded her of her of her Nonno...'cept this guy was muscley and looked nice..where as her Nonno was fat and socially inept.

"What can i get for the lovely young lady?"

"I-"

"Easy Ivan, she's with me y'know."

Mischa laughed when she was given the wink.

"Oh, right right. Well, then i guess her firsta time to the my shop deserves a little treat, does ita not?"

>:3 now that she knew this guy was Italian...made her want Gelato... Couldn't find a decent place that had decent Gelato... but maybe this guy did...

"Do you have chocolate Gelato???" she said all jumpy... she had her hands on the counter and would...yeah..jump up and down like a little girl getting way too excited for her frozen treat. "If so I would love two scoops of that please and thank you."

[Brian Andeste]

(( Told you i would post ))

A smile crease across his face- he couldn't help it. The girl was just too damn cute! It was like some self destruct button was placed on the manly epicenter of his cerebral cortex, and he could do nothing but drool and chuckle like an eight month old toddler when a girl smiled and giggled at anything, anytime. Her eccentric nature made him bust out in a little laughter, stepping away slightly to examine the overly excitable girl. He looked over at Ivan, tilting his head in an "I don't know either" sort of way, before saying "Well, get the girl some Gelato!" In as a overly-incredulous way as possible, as though he was wondering why Ivan had yet to go and protrude some from his ice box. He had not expected to run into such an adorable curiosity on his stroll through the park, but looking back, he was glad he made the decision to play publicly today.

Ivan returned, procuring a bowl of beautifully made Gelato. He held up a finger.

"Beware now, thisa wasa made froma family recipe- secret only in italia!"

Brian took a small spoon, contentedly taking a small bite from his chocolaty goodness. He turned the spoon upside down in his mouth, using his tongue to clean it off easily. His thoughts dwelt on many things, rather than just the beautiful woman who stood before him, or the ice cream shop. He guessed some of it was the Captain- she seemed to pick at his brain. Not in a way of distraction, or where his mind was always on her like some love-sick Romeo- no, just her eyes, and the way she moved. She seemed discontented, almost unsure of herself. She had courage, and strength, and confidence in many things. But something broke through that obscure facade, a glance, or a tremor. As though she was hungry for something, or someone. She seemed to have no lack of attention from men, so he wondered what exactly it could be.

He pushed her from his thoughts, returning his full attention to the riveting young beauty who would hold it. He nodded at the door, giving a smile back over to Ivan, waving with the ring finger and the pinky of his right hand, which also held the ice cream. He bent, grabbing his case and heading for the door. He stopped with an "Oh!", a sudden thought striking him. He turned back, sliding his guitar under the counter. "Mind if i leave this here?" Ivan smiled, shaking his head a little before waving him out the door, as though to say 'Go on, get going.' Brian grinned, heading for the girl who would likely be waiting for him. He looked down at the guitar, then back up at her. He cocked an eyebrow.

"You live far away? We can head to your place and drop that off, if you want. Unless you think thats weird, in which case I'll stand here awkwardly."

He stared handsomely, his eyes giving a small sparkle as he waited for her likely startled reaction to his proposal.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Beware now, thisa wasa made froma family recipe- secret only in italia!"

"Buono. Io amo il vero affare." [Good. I love the real deal.] she would say in her native tongue... giving the old man a wink. Before she was handed the cup she would put her guitar case on her back...It was one of those material bags that were shaped as the guitar and had two straps so she could wear it as a backpack. Now that her hands were free she grabbed the spoon and would start digging in.

As they were on their way out, Brian decided to leave his guitar behind. She waited near the door and would finally wave at Ivan before they would leave. "Grazie! Questo è molto delizioso!" [Thanks! This is very delicious!]

Now that they were outside... she realized how much she appreciated the Gelato. It was hot out and the sun was beating down on the two of them.

"You live far away? We can head to your place and drop that off, if you want. Unless you think thats weird, in which case I'll stand here awkwardly."

She would smile over in his direction and laugh slightly. If she was still in the beach house that Kev had bought for her then yeah... they would have been far... Now as for Riley... She had been staying with him and he lived far from where they were. Though... they were near her pizzeria. She had a loft above the place... It had a hot tub...a bed... a small kitchen... It was like a little bachelor pad. She would stay there when she needed some time alone.... time alone meaning when she brought up memories of Kev and was too sad to be seen around public. That and all her stuff was at the loft... she just had a bag of clothes at Riley's. If she wanted to read..or play video games...or stare aimlessly at a picture of Kev..The loft was the place to be.

"Um... yeah I have a place not too far from here... We can go back and just chill or something...I donno. Unless that is too awkward for you?" Mischa never had too many friends so she didn't know the proper hang out etiquette. Before he could answer she would start walking in the direction. Of course if he didn't want to then she would still walk in that direction...just not stop at the place. Actually... she was able to see the building from their current position. It wasn't in a residential area..well... because it was a pizzeria... so yeah how convenient. She would point her spoon at the tall set of building that were built all together... but her spoon was pointing at the pizzeria that was in the center of the different shops. "That's it right there."

[Brian Andeste]

His hand came up, shielding his eyes from the sun a moment after the door closed behind him. He took a bite of his Ice-cream, still a little slap-happy at the small look of surprise on Ivans face that the girl actually spoke to her in his native tongue. It was a deal clincher right there- just because she showed herself to be a speaker of his language, she would earn his trust. She probably didn't realize it, and wouldn't until she returned to the shop in need, but Ivan would definitely look out for the girl, even if Brian and her never spoke again after today. He brought the napkin to his lips, watching her acknowledgment to his statement, and his eyes concentrated on where she pointed. Convenient, definitely, and a far easy walk.

He hopped down the couple of steps easily, coming to the concrete path beside her without much ado.

"Sounds good to me!"

He would allow her to be just barely ahead of him, not in front but to the side, so she could lead them through the streets and alleys, to whatever way she felt quickest. He looked up the side of the building, cocking an eyebrow. The place was nice, far nicer than his, and probably roomier, more comfortable. He pictured her place being a flat, or a suite, in which music posters and instruments were strung about haphazardly. Of course, he would become pleasantly surprised by the overall interior. spacious, and definitely nicer than anything he could possibly afford. She HAD to have some funds coming from somewhere. Of course, with that much money, he thought she might be able to afford a maid, or butler, because the place was stacked with laundry, food, and dishes.

Brian wasn't exactly OCD about it, but he liked a clean place. Not that he really cared that hers was dirty- in fact, he welcomed it. Showed it was lived in, which is probably what she felt. His place was far cleaner, but could get this messy on weekends. That's when, from no where, is eyes graced upon a 52" plasma screen TV, an Xbox360, and a PS3. She was like...officially his best friend.

"This may be sudden, but i think i may be in love with you."

He walked over to the TV, sliding a hand down the side of it. He crouched, forearms resting on his knees as he used the balls of his feet to hold himself up. He picked up MW2, and shook his head, a smile creasing his face. "You DO realize, now that I'm here, that i will ALWAYS be coming over. Like, you are never going to be rid of me." He put it back on the ground, glancing around before noticing a picture on the wall. He walked toward it, getting ready to question her, when a piece of laundry slipped under his foot, and the ice cream went flying. It was almost like a bad comedy scene- he could hear the corny music in the background, and his mouth was stretched out, a slow motion "NOOOOOOO!" coming from his lips.

But it was too late. It would splatter all over the front of his humble host.

"Oh shit!" He came to his feet, bringing out a napkin and trying to wipe it off her stomach-region.

"God, I'm sorry!"

[Mischa Badoer]

The entered through the back because that would be a direct way to get to the loft rather than walking through the front of the pizzeria where everyone would be dining.

They entered her place and she was slightly embarrassed at how messy it was.... she wasn't here for a few days so she forgot the condition in which she had left it... though at least he wasn't kind enough to make a comment...only pay attention to her TV..which would normally get a good reaction from anyone who would see it....if there were anyone around.

"This may be sudden, but i think i may be in love with you."

She would laugh taking it as a joke and then she would listen about how he would never want to leave this place. What could make someone feel used??? She would laugh and make a small comment, "This isn't my permanent home..."

She watched as he started looking at a photo... before he could say anything he fell. Now she was glad it wasn't her.... yet again she felt bad because he fell due to her massively dirty house. She would cringe and of course....as her eyes were closed she felt cold splatters all over her front. Some of it freckled her face and she opened them to an apologizing Brian.

She looked down to see him wiping at her shirt with a napkin and she laughed. It wasn't the first time she had food splattered all over her and it sure as hell wont be the last. She would stop him from wiping at her and would wave her hands as she tried comforting him. "Don't worry 'bout it..happens all the time..." Mischa would lick her lips to get rid of some of the ice cream then she would walk over to the dresser....cause there were really no walls and such...so her bed was almost in the living room. Without really thinking she took off her shirt and slipped on another baggy shirt that had a group of x-men on it. "Hmm... Did you want to share some of my Gelato 'cause your ice cream now belongs to my shirt?" she would go get a bowl and give him a scoop and she could have a scoop... this mean she was gonna share.... Mischa sharing something yummy was rare.

[Brian Andeste]

Brian winced at the creamy goodness that now meshed contradicting colors all over her clothes. Of course, she didn't seem the type to flip out over a small accident, and rather predictably she said not to worry about it. It was the next part that made him wonder- not the first time? So, did she just have random people in her apartment or her direct vicinity that randomly spilled some of the best ice cream in the world all over her clothes? Of course, those questions only undeniably lent weight to other questions such as if she had a boyfriend, a girlfriend, or both. Parents, family and what she was like as a person, all the goods. He knew nothing about her, yet he stood in her living room, spilling ice cream and claiming the home as his new hang out spot, and now stood watching her without thought as she took off her clothes-

Woah, rewind.

Brian was taking a small drink of water from a bottle that seemed unopened on the counter when, without even a pause, the shirt went up and over. Freeze frame. Brian coughed, sputtering a little but softly, so as to seem normal. He brought the drink from his lips, combing his fingers back through his hair with a smile. Damn, this girl looked good. Of course, he wasn't the typical horn-dog, where all that really mattered to him was sex or things of the physical world, but hey, when a girls sitting there without clothes, you'd have to be a eunuch not to notice. He shook his head a little, placing his hands on his hips as she turned around, looking totally oblivious to the fact that she had basically stripped in front of a total stranger. He guessed it was kind of what he signed up for- perhaps, in her life, you'd have to get use to shit like that happening.

He took the gelato from her, taking a little bite (using his own spoon) before closing his eyes and offering a pleasant moan. It was definitely delicious.

"Divine." He smiled, then handed it back. "But you go ahead and eat it- i basically live at that shop." Which was obvious by the fact that, before leaving, he never paid Ivan. The man basically force fed him a gallon of ice cream every time he tried to buy just a scoop, so he stopped asking, which suited Ivan perfectly. That's another story though. What interested Brian was the photo he had previously been examining. The female looked nothing like her, and so Brian ruled out family. No pupilar similarities, hair color, cheek height, lips, nose- Brian stopped, leaned back, squinted, then leaned back in.

"Son of a bitch!"

He laughed.

"Well damned if it ain't a small world." He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder as he looked back to Mischa. "You know Captain Katashi?" He looked back at the picture. "Very well, since you got a photo." He turned to Mischa once again. "What..ah, whats the exact nature of your relationship?"

[Mischa Badoer]

He refused her Gelato and she simply strange...it was sooo good who could turn it down? Mischa would rescoop the scoop back into her bowl and turn around whilst adjusting her x-men shirt...until she saw his eyes were on the picture of Kevala again.

"Son of a bitch!"

He laughed....but Mischa's eyes perked...if he was gonna make a crack at the girl's appearance of how much he would wanna do her or something of that nature.... Mischa would crack his face.

"Well damned if it ain't a small world." Mischa stared a little confused... he knew her? "You know Captain Katashi?"

More than you know...

"Very well, since you got a photo. What..ah, whats the exact nature of your relationship?"

Mischa let out a little huff. It was still a sore subject... though lucky for him she had somewhat of a truce with the girl not too long ago... but none the less it still sucked to talk about it.

"You mean Kev? Well... We were engaged." she walked over to the picture and took it off the wall and placed it face down on an end table. "We knew each other for around four years... Some shit went down... Now we aren't together... We're friends."

And here comes the jealousy....hoping he wasn't another Devon.

"How do you know her?"