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schizoauthoressTitle: Moving Day
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, all-human AU
Prompt: Redtha from Tumblr prompted Redtha (Red Star/Pantha) with #16 randomly chosen, "brand new neighbors AU"
Warnings: a little foul language from Pantha
Word Count: 445
Summary: Leonid can't help noticing his new neighbors moving in.
Word of the Day: carp, noun: A peevish complaint.
Moving Day
Leonid Kovar liked his condo. The neighborhood was nice, and there was shopping and entertainment that he could get to with the nearby public transit. His neighbors were all quiet and kept to themselves, much like Leonid himself. After the stressful and difficult life he’d led as an agent of the Russian government, his retirement to the States was a welcome one.
"Bratwurst, I swear to God if you drop that damn box, I’m going to skin you for a lampshade!"
Leonid winced at the brassy voice coming from the parking lot — but so loud he could swear the speaker was standing on his patio. He went out onto the patio and looked down.
And nearly knocked his potted geraniums down two stories onto the asphalt.
Because she might have a mouth to put an airhorn to shame, but his new neighbor was gorgeous.
The woman was tall — she hopped down from the cab of her full-size pickup truck with ease — and most of that height was her legs. In fact, he could see a lot of her legs, because while she was wearing cutoff shorts, a lot had been cut off. She was built on powerful lines and moved with a feline grace as she stalked toward the heavy-set boy struggling under the weight of a large box. She took it from him with barely any effort, settling it on one large bicep.
"Told you to take a box you could handle while I parked the car, kid!"
"Sorry, Momma," the kid said. The woman rolled her eyes and impatiently brushed back her reddish-brown hair with her free hand before squatting down to be eye-level with the kid.
"Don’t worry about sorries. Go grab your suitcase from the backseat and the keys to the condo."
Her son — Leonid assumed, although they didn’t look too much alike, aside from the warm brown of their skin — scrubbed at his face with the knuckles of one hand and nodded. “Okay, Momma.”
"At least wait until we unpack stuff to break it, kid. That’s the rule." She grinned fondly at him and nudged his shoulder, then straightened back up into a standing position. And then, she looked right up at Leonid.
He resisted the urge to shrink back from that fierce gaze, and lifted his hand in a wave.
"Hello, new neighbor!" he called, with a smile, "Need a hand?"
She stared at him for a while longer, as if trying to judge his motives. Then she beckoned him with a broad wave of that free hand. “Yeah, all right, Russky,” she said — sounding as exasperated-amused as she had when calling the boy ‘Bratwurst’, “come on down.”
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none, all-human AU
Prompt: Redtha from Tumblr prompted Redtha (Red Star/Pantha) with #16 randomly chosen, "brand new neighbors AU"
Warnings: a little foul language from Pantha
Word Count: 445
Summary: Leonid can't help noticing his new neighbors moving in.
Word of the Day: carp, noun: A peevish complaint.
Moving Day
Leonid Kovar liked his condo. The neighborhood was nice, and there was shopping and entertainment that he could get to with the nearby public transit. His neighbors were all quiet and kept to themselves, much like Leonid himself. After the stressful and difficult life he’d led as an agent of the Russian government, his retirement to the States was a welcome one.
"Bratwurst, I swear to God if you drop that damn box, I’m going to skin you for a lampshade!"
Leonid winced at the brassy voice coming from the parking lot — but so loud he could swear the speaker was standing on his patio. He went out onto the patio and looked down.
And nearly knocked his potted geraniums down two stories onto the asphalt.
Because she might have a mouth to put an airhorn to shame, but his new neighbor was gorgeous.
The woman was tall — she hopped down from the cab of her full-size pickup truck with ease — and most of that height was her legs. In fact, he could see a lot of her legs, because while she was wearing cutoff shorts, a lot had been cut off. She was built on powerful lines and moved with a feline grace as she stalked toward the heavy-set boy struggling under the weight of a large box. She took it from him with barely any effort, settling it on one large bicep.
"Told you to take a box you could handle while I parked the car, kid!"
"Sorry, Momma," the kid said. The woman rolled her eyes and impatiently brushed back her reddish-brown hair with her free hand before squatting down to be eye-level with the kid.
"Don’t worry about sorries. Go grab your suitcase from the backseat and the keys to the condo."
Her son — Leonid assumed, although they didn’t look too much alike, aside from the warm brown of their skin — scrubbed at his face with the knuckles of one hand and nodded. “Okay, Momma.”
"At least wait until we unpack stuff to break it, kid. That’s the rule." She grinned fondly at him and nudged his shoulder, then straightened back up into a standing position. And then, she looked right up at Leonid.
He resisted the urge to shrink back from that fierce gaze, and lifted his hand in a wave.
"Hello, new neighbor!" he called, with a smile, "Need a hand?"
She stared at him for a while longer, as if trying to judge his motives. Then she beckoned him with a broad wave of that free hand. “Yeah, all right, Russky,” she said — sounding as exasperated-amused as she had when calling the boy ‘Bratwurst’, “come on down.”