Bubbles
When Toris Laurinaitis retired to his comfy (but admittedly small) flat after a long, hard day at work trying (and failing) to sell fish to passer-by, he was not expecting to see his Polis "business partner" lying on his couch wearing pink pyjamas. He also was not expecting for his living room to be filled with bubbles, and to his (slight) surprise, he noticed Feliks put the bubble wand to his lips and release a new torrent of the soapy collections of air. And as for one more thing he was not expecting, upon entering his own apartment filled with bubbles and an uninvited "house-guest" who most definitely, without question broke-and-entered, was for Feliks to look up, barely, not moving his head, only gazing at him through half-lidded emerald eyes and murmur, "You seem surprised at all this Lithu-mania." And then have a prompt giggle-attack.
"Feliks." "Liet." "What is this?" "They're bubbles, Tori. Duh." "Do you have to call me that?" "Absolutnie (absolutely). "But-," "But what?" "It's a girl's name." "I know." Toris couldn't believe his ears (Although, in all honesty, Toris, you really should have). He had been working up his courage to protest to the nickname for years. He had hoped Feliks might be more understanding, since it was both American and traditionally feminine. But, if he looked at it honestly, the Pole was an awful friend. "You broke into my house." "Dokładnie (exactly)." Toris ignored his depth of understanding of the Polish language, and pressed onward. "And filled my gyvenamasis kambarys (living room) with burbuliukai (bubbles)?!" His own grip on the English language he usually held iron-tight was slipping. "Dlaczego nie (why not)?" "Because this is my home!" "About that." Feliks offered a sheepish grin. "I got kicked out of my apartment building." Toris snapped. "Why?!" "Apparently the old ladies next door the difficult cross-dressing life that I live." "And now?" "I want to live here because you're like, my very bestest friend!" "Gerai (Alright). But you do not get to use my toothbrush." "Dangit." The blonde hissed under his breath, to Toris's amusement. "Okay. Mano namai yra tavo namai (My house is your house)." Feliks shot up like a rocket, and hugged him around his shoulders. "Yay! I, like totally love you, Tori!" Toris didn't anticipate the kiss on the cheek, and he was not prepared for the butterflies that accompanied it. Most of all, he wasn't expecting Feliks to mumble, "Also, I drowned your goldfish" "Feliks, you can't drown a fish. And I don't have one, vistiek (anyways)." "Oh. Okay!"
And with that, everything was how it was supposed to be. All because of some bubbles. (And some crabby old ladies, but that's beside the point.)
~xoxo Diana