Russian Love (Ruv x Whitty)

Chapter 2, A New Stranger

~*Ruv's POV*~

The boy and girl helped me before continuing to run down the aisle. I ran after them. The two ran out of the building, but I know Sarv will easily find me if I go out there as well. I hide behind the curtains that were close to the door. Sarv never comes here since she thinks there's just a wall here.

I tripped over something and landed on something metallic, hitting my head in the process. I rubbed my head. I felt the metallic thing exhale, then I panicked and scrambled off it- them. 'Is it a person or a thing?!' I thought. Then the metallic thing opened its eyes then covered my mouth. There was loud stomping, which I'm guessing is Sarv, and it went outside. 

We stayed in that position until I heard someone yelled, 'The demon's gone!' in Russian. Only then did I noticed how the person and I are lying. They were on top of me, and I blushed a dark grey.

 "Are you okay?" He asked. His hand wasn't on my mouth, but we were still in the same position.

"U-Um. May you please get o-off," I stuttered. The guy noticed my discomfort and got off me.

"I'm Whitmore, Whitty for short," He said. I remained silent and looked at him. He started to look unsettled from the silence.

"Ruv. Just Ruv," I responded after a little. 

"You have a very Russian accent. I guess it suits your appearance," Whitty laughed. How can someone have a very Russian accent? Does he mean thick or strong?

"Ruvyzvat! Ruvyzvat! Where are you?!" I heard the priest yell. 

"Ruvyzvat?" Whitty asked, messing up the pronunciation.  

"Ruvyzvat is my full name. I don't normally tell it to people," I sighed. I didn't want Whitty to know my full name, but here we are. I got up.

"Wait! C-Can we be friends?" Whitty asked, still on the floor. I looked down at him.

"Sure,"

"Ruvyzvat?" The priest opened the curtain. "Oh, who's this?"

"I'm Whitmore, but I prefer Whitty," Whitty said, standing up. He has a bomb for his head and seemed to be just under nine feet, while I'm 9'3". I'm taller than him by not much. 

"Oh, hello, Whitty! I'm glad Ruvyzvat is making friends besides that Sarv," The priest looked at me, concerned.

"Вы знали, что она была демоном?" I shook my head no.(Did you know she was a demon?)