Russian Love (Ruv x Whitty)

Chapter 4, Butterflies and more fucking friends

~*3rd Peron*~

"Well, those are the most common symptoms, of course," Ruv finished. 

Whitty noticed that they were getting close to the store where he was getting a present for Carol. 

"Well, this is where I'm going to get the present," Whitty and Ruv stopped in front of the store. "Will I see you again?" Whitty asked, looking at Ruv. 

"... Sure, but no promises," Ruv whispered. "We can exchange numbers and keep in touch if you like,"

"That would be nice," Whitty smiled, taking out his phone and giving it to Ruv. Ruv put his number into Whitty's phone under 'The pale Russian (Ruv)' and gave it back.

"Goodbye, comrade," Ruv said, walking away, leaving Whitty feeling happy and with butterflies. 

~*A few hours later and Ruv's POV*~

I sighed as I sat down on a bench in a local park and put the bags between my legs. It was a long and stressful day. It turns out Sarv is a demon, and she's trying to find me for some reason, and I had seen her a few times today. At least I made a new friend, who has a bomb for his head. 

'Beep!' I instantly sat up and looked around for the little boy from before. I noticed his girlfriend, who was looking around. 

"Babe? Where'd you go?" She asked. I heard a little shuffling behind me. I reached behind the bench and lifted the neon haired boy from before. 

The neon haired boy started to make various beeps and boops and kicking, occasionally kicking me. He was most likely panicking.

"Babe, can you settle down. You could kick him," His girlfriend said, now trying to get her boyfriend down. I put her boyfriend down on the bench and, he jumped off the bench, getting a face full of dirt. 

"..."

"Sorry about him. He's kinda scared of you because of your friend," She said, sweating and wiping the dirt off his face. 

"Whats did Sarv do? Attack him after you two ran out of the building?" I asked, taking out a bottle of whiskey. 

~*Cherry's POV*~

My boyfriend froze and tensed up when the Russian mentioned Sarv. I looked up at the Russian, who was opening a whiskey bottle. 

"Well... yeah," I said before the Russian could start drinking. 

"I'm going to need a lot more than just alcohol after hearing that," He said before taking a long chug. 

After about a minute, he stopped to breathe. 

"What the actual fuck?" Keith asked. "How can someone physical take that long of a chug?"

"Sad part is, most people will become tipsy after that amount of alcohol but not for me," 

"That's the sad part?!" Keith yelled. Both of us were now concerned. The Russian put the whiskey back into his bag. 

"Yep," He said as he stood up and picked up his bags. "I'm going to get some donuts, see ya," He started to walk away. 

"Wait! Will we see you again?" Keith yelled at the Russian. The Russian groans as he stopped and turned around. 

"Someone already asked me that, and I don't feel like making more friends today," He sighed. 

"At least, can we get your name and phone number?!" Keith yelled. The Russian stared at us for a moment before sighing. 

"Fine, but I'm not getting you donuts," Keith ran up to the Russian and put his and my number into his phone.