Feliks was enjoying the summer air, basking in the field of his national flowers, corn poppies. The fresh, dreamy smell of these flowers was lulling him to sleep. This was bliss. Smok whinnied and walked over, tramping the precious flowers. Feliks looked up at then sat straight up, "Not cool! You're smashing them!" He pushed his black horse back, shoving him towards the trees. The horse bit at his hair, butting its head against his.
"Fine, we'll go home!" Feliks said, climbing on to his horse, heading through the woods. They rode through the trees, Feliks smiling and yelling out in happiness as they went.
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Toris is sitting on the balcony of his apartment, his ankle resting on his knee. Finally the weekend had arrived, and Toris was making good use of the time sitting in the sun reading. However, he finds his attention drifting away from his book. I wonder what Feliks is doing, he thinks. Maybe I should call him.
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Feliks jumps of off Smok and pulls him into the stables, giving him hay. He skips into his country home, which he preferred over his city home. Dancing around the living room, he sings loudly.
"Mam tę moc! Mam tę moc! Rozpalę to co się tli! Mam tę moc! Mam tę moc! Wyjdę i zatrzasnę drzwi!" -
When he finds himself reading a paragraph for the fourth time, he gives in with a sigh. He tucks his bookmark in the book and sets it on the table. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials Feliks's number.
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He was still dancing around, cleaning his house and singing. His pink wall phone rang and he rushed over, "Helllloooo?"
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"Hello, Feliks." Toris stands up and heads inside, taking his book with him.
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"Omg, hi!" Feliks says, dropping the duster on the floor. He takes the whole phone thing across the room and sits on the cream colored settee.
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"Are you doing anything today?" He sets the book on his coffee table and sits on his couch.
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"Pssh, as if." He lays down, still holding the phone.
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He smiles. "Just a day of relaxation?"
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"So far, yeah. Oh! Smok and I went to look for flowers and we found that one field of poppies that you can picnicked in!"
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He takes a moment to remember the field before replying. "Have the poppies bloomed yet?"
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"They're just starting to. You should totally come down and see." He twirls the curly phone cord between his fingers.
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"Maybe I will. Should I bring any picnic things or do you have everything we'd need?" He stands up to start hunting for his shoes.
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"Bring whatever, we can cook here." He says.
(*making a shipping video*(
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(Fun.)
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"Kay!" He hangs up and puts the phone back to get back to his cleaning.
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He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and slips on his shoes. He grabs his keys, locks the door, and heads out.
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Feliks finishes cleaning and sits on the settee.
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He picks up some picnic-y foods from the grocery store before turning his car toward Feliks's house.