Simon stood in front of Martins house, knocking on the door for the third time. "Хайде, Мартин." He muttered to himself, sighing lowly.
No noise came from the house, not a single sound. Using a hand to push on the front door, Simon frowned slightly when he noticed that it wasn't locked, and that it slowly swung open, creaking slightly. "Мартин?" He called out, curiously looking around the silent but completely lit house. Where was he? Simon had called less than half and hour ago, saying that he would be over at Martins soon.
Pacing through the hallway and into the kitchen, Simon looked around, checking each room for any sign of Martin. Heading slowly up the stairs, Simon kept glancing behind himself, frowning as he searched. Pushing each door in the upstairs hallway open, he was caught off balance when a sudden wieght behind his back appeared. Just as this happened, a voice with a thick Bulgarian accent sounded, saying "Assassins Creed!" as he hugged the smaller male from behind.
Sighing shortly, Simon leaned into the others touch, making a sound that sounded oddly like purring. Of course, the Bulgarian troll would Assassins Creed him on the way through the door, Gently nuzzling at the back of the others head, Martin quietly whispered "Обичам те", giving a small purr.
(( Translations- "Come on, Martin." "Martin?" "I love you." ))
