A/N: I keep telling myself I will write an author's note, and I hardly ever do...! Does that make me antisocial, or just lazy? Hm... Either way, here is another installment to Normal Days, and thank you all for follows, favorites, reviews - and greatest of all, reading! If you have any requests, prompts, so on and so forth - please say your opinion! :D
Love you all, have a blessed Sunday - and week!
Anatoly sighed. They had debated what to get for dinner - and came to a conclusion to order pizza. It was strange, the normal moments like that - discussing food options. Although, his brother was passionate about whatever it was he was doing, even if it was the smallest of things - like choosing food.
Vladimir glanced at Anatoly, having heard his sigh. "Shto?" He knew though-he knew what it was about. His tendency to overreact to things. Truthfully, he knew that this didn't really matter... but if a person let the small things slip, then eventually, they wouldn't be able to make any kind of choice at all, so he figured he would fight for what he wanted... even if that meant occasionally fighting with his brother.
Anatoly heard his voice and tilted his head towards his sibling, eyes meeting Vladimir's. His jaw muscle twitched and he nodded, as though needing to contemplate his words. His mouth began to form his words when there was a knock on the door.
Vlad-who had also been about to speak-stopped, and turned. He frowned slightly. If that was the pizza man, he was the fastest in the world. Vladimir picked up the 9MM from the table and glanced at his brother. He nodded toward the door.
Anatoly nodded down at the ground, hands on his hips. He started backing up before he turned to face the door, one hand moving to where his own gun was in his waist belt. He looked through the peephole before opening the door to reveal a very sweaty, very tired looking pizza delivery man.
Eyebrows knitting, Anatoly gave him a strange look.
The pizzaman(teen), whose name tag read "Leo", looked up from the pizza box in his hands and met Anatoly's gaze. Suddenly, he looked more like a dear in the headlights. "Hey. Ten dollars and fifty cents, b-bread sticks included."
Vladimir moved around Anatoly to glare at the teen-not because he wanted to, simply because he was making that face, and didn't feel the need to change it. Huh, it really WAS the fastest pizza delivery ever. With that thought, Vladimir set the handgun on a desk beside the door-well in the teens line of sight-since he figured he'd have no need for it... He reached for his wallet, still looking at the pizza person.
Leo gulped in response, eyes now staring at the 9mm. "Here-here is your pizza. The box is on the - I mean the gun is - I mean the breadsticks are on the house."
Anatoly gave a grim smirk, that looked more silently disapproving than anything for scaring the pizza boy so.
"Hmm... Da..." Vlad "agreed" with Leo, and shot his brother a smirk. He handed the boy a ten dollar bill and pulled the box from pale and shaking hands... and he stared, waiting for the teen to do something.
"Oh." the teen said numbly. "Oh!" he suddenly jumped into action. "Right, have a good day! God bless!" Leo all but bounded away, off to deliver the rest of his pizzas.
Anatoly closed the door, breathing a heavy breath out through his nose as a replacement for a sigh.
"Shto? Eto bylo zabavno." (What? It was funny.) Vlad cracked a smile-a rare thing for him-and elbowed his brother.
"On drozhal kak osinovyy list." (He was shaking like a leaf.) Anatoly's lips pulled up in a smile still without showing his teeth. His eyebrows were still furrowed, as if now it was more of a battle to keep from actually smiling.
"Da, no eto bylo veselo smotret'." (Yeah, but it was fun to watch.) Vladimir set the boxed pizza on the table beside the gun. He shrugged.
Anatoly smiled sideways and walked forward, looking at the pizza box.
He opened it, waiting for his sibling to take the first piece. It had been a habit since they were kids - just in case there hadn't been enough for both of them. Although, Vladimir had always managed to get Anatoly to split whatever it was with him; no matter how small of a portion.
Vladimir followed "tradition," doing as he'd always done, then looked at Anatoly, smirking. He couldn't help but find it amusing... pizza and them? It just seemed too far fetched, but there it was.
Anatoly took a piece before sinking down onto one of the couches. Within seconds his hands were covered in grease and cheese - he only shook his head before biting into the *messy* food.
God bless!