MAKE A RUN FOR THE DOOR Jun 20, 2012 1:57:43 GMT -5
Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Jun 20, 2012 1:57:43 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this
[/color] he grinned, which was the way he always said “thank you”. “I like your, euh, the thing you make.”[/color] He wiggled his wrist a bit as he walked, searching for the word for “jewelry” in his mind. He knew it was there he just couldn’t find it. He loved that she was so crafty, since he failed miserably at stuff like that. Artemis wasn’t a very handy guy.
Moving from Sweden had been hard. Necessary, but incredibly difficult on everyone it involved. The family felt so disjointed now, having grown up with his grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins always readily available. Now they were all back in Russia and Sweden and Holland and all he could really do was send letters or emails. Phone calls were too expensive and naturally he couldn’t fly across seas every summer and holiday to see them either. He missed the simplicity of it all and he missed fully understanding everyone. Sometimes he just felt so lonely when he was back home having to act as the translator for his parents. At least here he had a small group of very close friends to help him out. They were patient with him and usually didn’t mind the language barrier.
“Hope so,”[/color] he spoke optimistically. After all, he still had a bit of growing left to do. Hopefully he grew across and not upwards. He was tall enough, he felt. “Can maybe in take it, too.”[/color] He meant, “take it in” of course. “Good,”[/color] he smiled. He was very glad to hear that she was feeling better. “If you want,”[/color] he agreed, standing up and grabbing his bag. He had forgotten that she had his hat on her head by this point and was all ready to go wherever she wanted. “Where do you want?”[/color] One of his arms bent a bit but also extended so she could take a hold of it if she needed or wanted.