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General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

Lee was nearly finished with the piece before he decided to move on to another one. It was still of the other male, just a different pose. The attendant came over and Lee glanced over to Dimitri before asking if they had anything alcoholic before ordering his usual go-to from bars; something sweet and fruity. He had a few favorites but decided on a tropical flavor.
 
The attendant nids and after a couple minutes, comes back with a drink, offering it to Lee before stepping away.

Dimitri finally rouses himself from his thoughts long enough to look at Leez "You keep looking at me." So, the man had noticed.

Dimitri tilts his head and then smiles, "I would love to see what you drew, if you don't mind." Dimitri missed nothing.
 
"Thank you~" he happily took the glass, sipping at it. He went to set his glass down, pausing as the other announced he had been caught. Shit. "Ah, s-sorry," he started, feeling a little funny sharing his work. Was he feeling shy? The alcohol was definitely needed. He looked down at his book for a short moment before turning back to the first sketch of the other. He hesitantly handed the book over to him, knowing full well the other could look through the other pages. It was nothing special, just some sketches of various things that inspired him. Most of it consisted of sketches of Serkei, the person he had mainly been around the past few weeks. Others were perfect replications of the various rooms of the penthouse. Really, anything he thought of and inspired him enough was in the book.

He nursed his drink in an attempt not to down the whole glass in one shot.
 
Dimitri took the liberty to look through the other sketches, assuming a small level of trust. He guessed if there was something in the book Lee really didn't want him to see, the boy wouldn't hang it over so easily.

He paused on a sketch of his brother, looking at it for long moments, before moving to the next. "You know, you really do catch my brother's air very well. Always tired looking." This would be the first tie Lee heard Serkei mentioned as a brother.

He flips a few more pages, coming across sthe sketches of himself, "But these. . . Have more details and effort. Truly masterpieces."
 
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There wasn't anything that was supposed to be a secret or anything in the book, Lee was just shy about sharing his work. He was almost never happy with what he did. Still, just like most any other time, his work was complimented. Oh! Wait, what? Brother? So that explained things. He almost envied their relationship, a reminder he would never get to interact with his brother again. They would never get the chance to make up.

"Brother?" He asked aloud, smiling sadly. He could almost tell where the other was in the book. Effort. Huh.

"You're too kind." He almost didn't believe it. He struggled to accept most compliments regarding his art.
 
Dimitri slowly lifts his taze from the book and looks at the other. He narrows his eyes and sets the sketchbook down. "You're doubting yourself?" He stares at Lee and then shakes his head.

"You should stop. The moment you do, I'm sure your art will be even better than it is now."
 
It wasn't too often that Lee was called out for putting himself and his work down, so he was a little surprised by the other's words. "Yeah? You think so?" Guessing the other was done, he took his book back and looked through it. "Mm... Maybe." He mulled it over before picking up his pencil and flipping to a new page. He decided to just go for it, no thinking, just... do it. He stuck with the same theme, drawing Dimitri.

A little while later he slid the book back over to the other, the piece finished. He didn't say anything, though he was curious what he thought of it now
 
Dimitri stares and watches Lee the whole time, a strand of hair falling into his face. He smiles every so slightly as he watches the other work. He found that he enjoyed watching the other draw, liked watching Lee's hands.

He pauses when the boy turns the book to face him again. He stares down at the drawing. "Perfect." He whispers.

"Beautiful and stunning."
 
A small smile graced his lips, enjoying the compliments. "You're sweet. Thank you."

He let the other look for a little longer before he took the book back. "Ah! Do you have any requests? I'd love to practice more." He enjoyed drawing and didn't want to stop, though he wanted to change themes.
 
Dimitri leans back, raising an eyebrow. "Sweet?" He laughs softly, and shakes his head, "In just honest, baby."

He taps his fingers on his armrest. "Draw what you think Russia will look like. Use your imagination."
 
Baby? The little term of affection amused him. It was quite different hearing it from the other.

Oh! A scenery drawing. He thought for a moment before nodding and began, drawing what he recalled some buildings to look like. They were tall, towering over a street with people walking. He added in some street market stalls before placing some people to shop at them. He added in some cars and buses before adding trees and some bushes along the sidewalk. A typical city, really.

He finished up some shading before once more showing Dimitri. "It's... probably not even Russia." He laughed softly, returning to his drink to finish it.
 
Dimitri raises an eyebrow, and holds his hand out for the pencil, "May I?" He glances at Lee for a moment.

"I'll show you how to turn this into Russia."
 
"Ah, sure," he said and handed the pencil to him. "Oh~? I mean, you do know best." He nodded and was curious as he watched the other, wanting to see the final product. When the flight attendant returned Lee ordered another drink. He was already starting to feel better, more relaxed.
 
Dimitri smiles and takes the pencil, lightly sketching out a few lines. He was a horrible artist, but he did the best he could though. And slowly, the shapes of tall, looking mountains fills the background. The peaks capped with snow.

He orders a whiskey from the attendant as he passes the book back. "I did it lightly so you could make it look better."
 
The other was able to fit the beautiful snowy mountain above the tall buildings. Lee was patient as he sketched, happily taking the book back to see his addition. Lee noted how his pencil strokes were light. He appreciated the other respecting something that meant so much to him. There was no reason for him to do that, yet he did. His smile grew wider at the realization, his eyes studying the mountain he added. He noted the shading, which indicated the snowy landscape.

"Thank you," he told him, wanting to show his appreciation for his show of respect. "That's true, it snows a lot there, huh?" Getting a new image in mind, he added to the picture, branching off on the mountain and snow. He was actually finding it fun to swap back and forth, Lee deciding to make it a little game. "What if... we just draw whatever, and we each add to it?" He thought the game would help take things off of the other's mind. After all, if he was happy, everyone else would be, too. "Whatever you want," he said before turning to a new page and handing the book and pencil back to the other. His new book was getting a lot of use out of it now, the thought making Lee happy. Their drinks soon arrived and Lee sipped at it.
 
Dimitri blinks, "I'm a horrible artist." He murmurs, smiling slightly. He takes the offered book and pencil, thinking for a long moment.

He decides to start simple, drawing a sloppy image of an eagle.
 
"No such thing," he shook his head. "Just need practice." He had been drawing for a while but still felt like he needed more. He was halfway through his drink and a few sketches in before Lee decided to sit beside the other. The drink made him a little tired and lazy, finding it easier to be next to the other he was sharing his book with. Lee had gotten a few things down, going for a few of his interests, a drawing of an ornate book, along with some gaming systems he used to have.

Was the drink making him confident? Or did it simply lessen the anxiety - the nervousness he had being anywhere near the other.
 
Dimitri watches as the other draws, quiet and thoughtful. He shakes his head ever so slightly, a soft smile on his face. "You keep drawing, I'll watch. My hand is starting to hurt." In reality, Dimitri just liked watching the boy's hands work. Fingers moving with expert precision.
 
Lee nodded, knowing how drawing for a while when one wasn't used to it could be painful. Ah, he didn't miss those days. Though, he definitely experienced it when he didn't draw for a while. Staying in his spot next to Dimitri, Lee curled back up in his seat, a comfortable position he preferred being in. He busied himself, letting the other watch him work.
 
Dimitri watches, taking the occasional sip from his glass. "What go you into art?" He asks, tilting his head.

~~~`

The rest of the flight is quiet, Dimitri watching Lee draw with a soft ad peaceful expression on his face.

The jet lands and Dimitri lead Lee from the jet, and to a waiting car. Some fancy one, with a driver and all. The last one, back in the States, Dimitri had been driving. He greets the woman in Russian, motioning to Lee and making something that sounded like an explanation.

After a moment, Dimitri helps Keep into the car and makes sure he's settled before sliding in himself. He already looks tense, looking through a tablet the driver had handed him with his brow puckered. His phone rings and he answers, snapping at the other end and having an argument with the person on the other end.

After he hangs up, he glances at Lee, "Feel free to message your friends. The story they know is you got an internship abroad."
 
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The question was posed and Lee recalled it being asked on the first day they met. Rather, it was phrased differently, but still the same. "An escape." He told him, giving him the same answer as last time. He didn't think the other would really care to know, Lee not really in the mood to explain the abuse he endured by his father's hands.

He kept quiet after that, focusing on filling a few more pages of the book. He filled himself with a third drink before they finally arrived. He packed his things back up before lifting the bag and carrying it as they got off the jet and into a car. He smiled nervously, giving a gentle wave to the woman. He didn't know any Russian, so he could only quietly sit as they spoke. Already, Dimitri didn't seem thrilled about something. Nor did it sound great as he heard him fighting on the phone with someone.

He was then reminded to contact his friends. "Oh! Ah, right." Of course, he still couldn't say anything. He dug into his pocket and pulled the paper out along with his phone. He quickly added the numbers to his contacts, feeling better having them there. He texted Sam, knowing Elliot would get the message as they were both probably worried about him. He texted exactly what Dimitri told him to, that he got an internship. He figured he couldn't explain where he was, so he left that out. He just told them he was fine, that he had been fine. Right away Sam replied, followed by Elliot as he was sure he added his new number. He smiled reading their messages, his friends worried but glad to hear from him - if it truly was him. He had to stifle a quiet laugh, their reaction funny.

Glancing over toward Dimitri, he had to ask, "What was that about?" Regarding the fight.
 
Dimitri waves Lee off for a moment, staring at the screen in his hands. He blows out a heavy breath, shaking his head, cursing softly. He grips the tablet tightly, shaking his head.

The drive is quiet until gunshot suddenly ring out around them. The back window shatters and Dimitri let's out a shot, shoving Lee down. He takes off Lee's seat belt, shoving the boy further down to the floor.

He pulls out his gun, the woman driving pushing her foot down in the gas as the car shoots forward.

Dimitri lifts up, taking aim out the back and firing, not at the people, but at the car, destroying the front two tires
 
He pouted when he was waved off, before his phone went off again, his friends messaging him. The sound of the piercing gunshot had Lee yelping out in surprise. He was shoved down before he could question what the hell was happening. The other had his gun on him, something Lee quickly realized. He used it to defend them, whoever the hell they were attacking them. He had to wonder how returning to Russia made any sense if they were to be attacked. Only because Lee had no idea what was happening besides the other needing to defend his territory.

Lee had gotten into a defensive pose, covering his head with his hands. He peeked up, cautious, "What the fuck was that?"
 
Dimitri doesn't reply, gritting his teeth as he fires off two more shots. He turns, reaching for the center console of the car and opening it. He pulls out a pistol and shoves it down to Lee, loaded. "If anything happens, just point and shoot."

He reloads his own gun, turning and firing off more shots, a determined look hardening his blue eyes to chips of Ice, "Keep driving, Nadia. Don't stop until we get home. I'm gonna kill these fuckers."

The woman nods, flooring the pedal and shooting the car forward, weaving through traffic.
 
Lee's eyes followed the hand that reached into the center console, pulling out a gun. He was reluctant to take it, ending up having no choice but to. "What?! Hell no!" He had never used a gun and had no idea what to do, other than the simple instructions: point and shoot. He held it, afraid of setting it down and it going off. He wouldn't use it, refusing to murder or hurt someone just because he was forced to work for him.
 
Dimitri looks at him, gaze going soft. "I don't expect you to use it unless it ends up being you or them." He looks back out the window, bracing himself as Nadia makes a sharp and fast turn.

He turns and shoots a biker, hitting their arm and looks back at Lee for a moment, and then shouts something at Nadia.
 
Ah! Well... Fair enough, he supposed. He didn't even like holding the thing, not really knowing where to put it. Amid panic, he held onto it for the time being while keeping himself down, trying to protect himself. He nearly fell over during a few sharp turns, though he kept relatively steady.
 
After another hectic ten minutes, they sweep into an underground garage where Dimitri slides from the car, "Nadia, take him someplace safe. If he so much as gets a scratch, you'll wish I killed you." He strides towards a door, gun held down at his side.
 
The car finally stopped and Lee fully peeked out, hoping they were safe for now. His safety was entrusted to the woman before the other left and Lee slipped the gun back into the console, wanting nothing to do with it. He got out then, a bit shaky, but completely unscathed. What the hell did the other care if he got just a little scratch? Nothing to threaten the poor woman over! Lee was lost, but stayed close to the woman, not knowing where he was going.
 
Nadia glances at Lee, "You must be the new servant." She raises an eyebrow and leads him down a flight of stairs and into a small, underground apartment.

"Here is the safe house, make yourself at home. The boss will come when all is safe."

Safe from what? What was Dimitri doing that made Lee need to stay in an underground bunker? The only sound that pieced through the thick concrete was the occasional shot.

It took maybe two how's before Dimitri returns, sweat on his brow, blood seeping from his shoulder and his suit ruined. He scans the area, and relaxes when he sees Lee. "Sorry about that. I take the safety of my staff and any innocents very seriously. I can assure you, all other household staff were in areas such as this during the fight."
 
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