akvenges
so ,, ilya huh . not gonna join the scrum ?
pobittebya
brawlinx
we don’t have practice today?
statusMIA
did you bring the coffee like i asked ? it’s so goddamn early ..
statusMIA
she insisted the “ nice boy you brought to the bakery “ come and visit her and you don’t say no to her . i mean — it’s physically impossible . * ty rambles on , navigating his way through quebec city . following the signs to mont tremblant . * also don’t tell cap but she’ll probably send you home with sweets .
pobittebya
* he easily unlocks their phone, briefly startled at the layout of everything and it takes him a while to adjust and figure stuff out, but he manages to steer his way to the photo * i love her, ty. i love her.
@sIapshots
statusMIA
* he takes the coffee cup with a thanks , taking a small sip before putting it into the cup holder . * she sent me a photo , unlock my phone and you’ll see a picture of her wearing your jersey .
icedqd
jer’s was just a bit nervous, which was awfully obvious as he sat across from the russian goaltender, continuously stabbing his fork into the caesar salad, avoiding picking up any of the darkened olives. he wasn’t sure how to ask, or even if to ask -- their relationship wasn’t exactly public, to say the least. but this’d be his first parade, and ilya’s probably, too. and they might as well go while they were in town. “so... ‘s june.”
pobittebya
his head cocks to the side, supported by the palm of his hand as he gives them a look of brief consideration before finalising his decision. “yeah, we can go. it sounds fun,” he tells them with a small, rare smile.
@icedqd
icedqd
“no.” blue hues drop back to the salad, picking at it once again. “i was gonna ask if you wanna... go to the pride parade. /am/ gonna ask. am asking. it’s fine if you don’t wanna, though.” the last part added to ease the situation, if he could. it seemed much more easier to relax now that he’d gotten it off his chest, even though there were numerous outcomes that could happen here.
pobittebya
he meets their gaze as he eats another olive, chewing it slowly as if in challenge. ‘yeah, i’m eating olives, so what?’ said the expression. ‘loser,’ was added as he chewed on another olive before deciding on consuming the lettuce that covered too much of his plate. “uh.. no. do you?” he raises a brow at them. clearly this is going somewhere, but jer seems somewhat nervous and hesitant to speak about it so he patiently waits.
@icedqd
statusMIA
for a moment, ty silently debates on approaching ilya. there is an unreadable expression on his face and today, tyler doesn’t really feel like dying. after another few minutes of staring down his goalie, he sighs and gets up from where he was sitting before walking over to ilya. “hey, so.. don’t get too happy about this but — “ the defenceman bites his lip, taking a seat next to ilya. arms crossed as if he were pouting. “my.. grandma asked you to come over for dinner.. “
pobittebya
“i mean, ilya’s a pretty common name and the belevich family is kinda big and messy so who knows—” but he leans over to peer at their screen anyway, his smile helplessly big and bright. “it’s okay, ty, it’s okay.” he can’t help but chuckle too, simply because this woman was the light of his very existence. “well, you know, she used all caps—”
@sIapshots
statusMIA
tyler had immediately caught on to his mood shift when he brought up his grandma. having the hold back laughter at the thought of ilya trying to hide it. “yeah, unless she somehow knows another ilya belevich i’m ninety nine percent sure she asked for you.. “ he states, pulling out his phone to show him the texts between his grandma. focusing on the one that said — INVITE ILYA. “see, she even said it in all capitals. i swear you’re the grandson she wishes she had.” the defenceman laughs at his own joke, taking a minute or two to calm himself down before turning his attention back to ilya. “so, what do you say?”
pobittebya
he’d been pissed off all day. why? no clue. maybe he did, but he refused to even acknowledge that fact alone. he was sitting, staring at the bottle of gatorade he’d never drink again ever as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. dark eyes flick up as the defenceman approaches, and his mood immediately. “my favourite person ever?” he manages a smile, chuckling lowly, but playfully forces it away by clearing his throat and pretending to cough. “nope. not happy. why would i be happy? also, are you sure?”
@sIapshots
pobittebya
//; i’ll bring back his Book soon.
pobittebya
//; HAHAHAHHA
@emodruglord-
pobittebya
this message may be offensive
have the decency to look at me when you’re being a little bitch. * he hisses, eyes scathing and expression all too dangerous as he toes the fine line between his typical yelling and wanting to ruin their face * you scored some and i fucking saved some, you little fuck. don’t you DARE put this on me just because i’m the closest fucking one around.
@puckhits
pobittebya
excuse me? * he snarls, rounding into them as sullen features ignite into heated anger * maybe if you actually managed to SCORE.
@puckhits
statusMIA
ilya . coach wanted me to talk to you about tossing around garbage cans .
statusMIA
.. alright . i’ll send somebody else to baby you . i made a decision for you because you didn’t want to give me an answer .