The sounds of footsteps up and down the halls were heard outside the door. One set moved quickly and deliberately towards the room. A place that was quickly become a sanctuary from the whines and annoyance of the kids out side that hollowed room. The door opened with a squeak as a tall dark hair figure walked in. Lingering at the door a moment he nodded, and spoke in his deep voice, his words were far from English. A female voice followed in the same tongue as his own, then with that his little sister walked away. The door finally closed behind him as he moved towards the coffee maker. Hardly noticing just yet the other here in the room. Over one shoulder hung a black messanger bag already he was in a sour mood. Sleep hadn't been kind to him. Even downing half a bottle of Jack, much against his sister's approval, didn't help all he had to show for it now was a killer headache. Half a bottle and he was out? He was getting old. That's all there was to it. At twenty-three he was now old. How pathetic was he?

His attire wasn't the norm either. Baggy jeans and a black muscle shirt. He was only just decent by a professonal standard by the black hooded leather jacket he wore over his arms. Grumbling something in his native tongue. Pouring himself a cup of the steaming hot coffee, blowing at it gently he growled that it was hot yet would have growled if it were cold. He had left the apartment to late to get his morning Starbucks fix so he was stuck with this half made counterfit crud. Even if his coffee was always black he pefered the taste of Starbucks. His sister on the other hand had her favorites. Pumpkin Spice and some Caramel one with a name he couldn't begin to pronounce. Blowing once more at his coffee he finally took a sip. Half hissing at the sharp warmth of it yet glad to have the caffeine about to enter his system. Taking another sip, longer than he should with it so hot. Swallowing it down quickly then only did he sigh feeling himself relax just a little bit.

It was only then that he noticed another there. He was getting rude now too. But to all defence caffeine was a must on mornings like this. Taking another quick sip he smiled lightly at her comment. "I am beginning to feel the same of both myself." He told her his Russian accent thick in his voice. "I don't think I've seen you around before.. the name's Criss." He said politely after taking another drink of his coffee.

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