Disclaimer: I do not own the Grand Theft Auto series.
A/N:...Ha ha...this is weird...and this is purposely short.
Dimitri Rascalov and Mikhail Faustin were jaywalking side by side along the street when a familiar jingle caught the older man's attention. Glancing to the right, he saw that a slushy vendor was nearby on the other side of the road. Mikhail grinned to himself; he hadn't had a slushy in a long, long time. So, mostly for nostalgia's sake, he decided he should buy one or two, depending on Dimitri's desire for the flavored frozen drink.
"Hey, Dimitri," Mikhail grunted in his heavy accented voice, "Wanna slushy? I'm buyin'..."
Dimitri raised a pencil-thin eyebrow in confusion. "A slushy? Aren't you a little...old...for that crap, Mikhail?"
"Ha! No one is too old for a slushy, my friend!!" Mikhail laughed with all the intensity of an oncoming military jet, catching the attention of several passerby in the process. Dimitri sighed and rolled his eyes. His partner was always so unnaturally optimistic and cheerful whenever they went out on their daily 'walks' around the city together. It was...a little disturbing, to tell the truth. Dimitri liked it better when Mikhail was cursing everyone out and beating his wife for absolutely no reason at all. It was funnier that way.
"Look," Dimitri explained as slowly as he could, "I don't want a slushy-"
"Sure you do! There's no use denying it; I can see it in your eyes!" Mikhail exclaimed, lightly elbowing his friend in the chest.
"You're wrong. I don't want a goddamn, motherfucking crap-shitting slushy..." Dimitri said this with a straight face.
Mikhail sighed. "...You sure?"
Dimitri shoved his hand in his pocket, and wrapped his fingers around his pistol. "YES...I AM SURE..."
"Uh...okay, then!" Mikhail replied loudly, having finally gotten the hint. He turned around and, after making sure no cars were coming, he quickly dashed across the street to the slushy vendor. For a creepy old bastard, he looked really happy. Dimitri cursed under his breath, hating himself. It was hard having to be the serious one 24/7, especially since he really wanted nothing more than a slushy right now.
"Here. I got you an orange slushy...you like oranges, right?"
Dimitri's eyes grew wide when Mikhail suddenly handed him a slushy. "I said I could see it in your eyes, didn't I?" Mikhail chuckled, a big grin on his hefty face. He had bought a strawberry-flavored slushy for himself.
A faint blush tinted Dimitri's cheeks, and he looked down at the floor in embarrassment. "T...Thanks..." he mumbled quietly under his breath.
"No problem! We are closer than brothers, after all!!"
Dimitri said nothing for the rest of the walk, just bashfully sipping on his slushy as he contemplated how much Mikhail actually cared for him...
