The Sunshine has Eyes and They're Staring (Pasha)

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Aiden limped through the town. He hadn't been at the school nearly long enough to know it yet - hah, he hadn't even been there long enough to know how to find the room he'd been assigned again - but he couldn't stay there. Not with the heat and the people and the stares. There was just too much, and too much centred on him. He didn't deal well with attention, and lately it had been even worse.

Out in the city, things were at least spread out more. There were people but they did their own thing. They had places to go, places to be. They didn't have time to watch him, much less care. It was still too hot, much too hot, and even if he was wearing a lighter grey hoodie the extra fabric didn't help with temperatures. He couldn't deal with the alternative, though, so he sweated and swallowed against a dry throat and tried to stay in the shade.

Somewhere in the city, lost but not yet fully aware of it because he wasn't trying to turn around yet, he leaned against a wall that felt at least a little cooler than everything else. People occasionally passed him by, many dressed in long sleeves and full pants as well without even thinking about sweating, but in his little sliver of shadow he seemed unnoticed.

Of course, it might have just been that he was more occupied with his dizziness than paranoia. Overheating and dehydration had that effect. Aiden felt like he wasn't melting so much as vaporizing, a little bit of moisture at a time.

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It was one of those warmer days, and Pasha found himself crankier than usual when he checked the weather forecast and found it to be too hot for his liking... Technically speaking that was any time anything was above freezing, but those were minor details.

Maybe he shouldn't open his bar today... A pity that the most profitable days were the warmest. Nobody wanted to go to an ice bar when it was freeze-the-balls-off-a-pool-table cold.

He'd spent most of the morning organizing the storage area; a delivery had been dropped off last night, and he'd more or less tossed it in the back to retire for the day. It was slightly out of character for him, wanting to get everything done to spec and immediately. Perhaps he was getting quite old after all, but the previous winter had apparently been a few hundred years old and still participated in a war.

A smattering of empty boxes ere left behind, and he went out to stuff them in the recycling when he spotted what looked like a person leaning against the ragged, run down concrete building.

Well, shit, now he'd have to go deal with that.

"Excuse me," He approached the boy, his thick as concrete Russian accent spilling through. "What are you doing here?"
 

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Little bits of moisture, just wisping away into the atmosphere and leaving him less and less and less. He kind of wanted to draw that somehow, but he didn't have the energy to go back and get a sketchbook or even a sheet of looseleaf. To be honest, he didn't have the energy to stand up.

There was a voice. Aiden had roughly zero idea what the guy was saying, some........enormous guy chewing out words that may or may not have been in english. He thought he got the point, though. He wasn't supposed to be leaning on this wall.

"Sorry, he said, and pushed away from the wall. He staggered but caught himself, wincing against the magnified lurching in his head and trying to get his senses realigned. "I was just looking for some shade." Not that there was much, but it was a little bit better that the full sun. He rubbed some of the sweat from the side of his face. It just took a bit of care to make sure he didn't knock himself over in the process.

All right, which partially shaded bit of wall didn't have giant intimidating guardians lurking about? Ideally not very far, because he wasn't sure he could walk very far.
 

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The boy looked simply awful. He was leaning heavily against the wall, slumped over and sweating as if he'd run quite a few miles and was now just trying to get back on his feet. How did he even end up in this part of town, anyways? It wasn't as if it saw heavy foot traffic, and the slightly more industrialized area meant there weren't many shoppers.

The heat was terrible out here, though. Maybe he'd been walking too long.

Pasha almost rolled his eyes. The air around him in particular was colder, reaching about a meter in a bubble. He couldn't turn that part off, unfortunately.

Of course, the boy then had to almost fall flat on his face as he pushed off the building. Yeah, he definitely looked like he needed to have a seat in the shade, or at least somewhere cool. He could have almost likened the boy to a snowman melting in the heat.

Pasha took a slow breath, looking just as unimpressed as always. "You can have a seat inside." He didn't need him passing out on his doorstep.
 

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Aiden had almost steeled himself to moving onwards when the accented giant started talking again. It was a little easier to understand him this time, whether by chance or practice, but Aiden still wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. He could go inside? And sit down?

He had been hoping for either of those things. What were the odds of being offered both together? They probably depended on just how pathetic and miserable he looked. He'd been trying to keep everything locked down inside and all, but the harder it got to walk the harder it had become to keep a lid on his misery.

He didn't have the energy to try to restrain what relief he had the energy to feel. "Thank you" was enough of a drain on his remaining stamina. Did he really get an escape from even some of the heat? Really and truly? Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little piece of him danced as he moved to follow the stranger. It was just too bad that that wasn't enough to throw any snow around. It still felt a bit cooler already, though whether it was in his head, a product of having nearly escaped, or somehow actually real was far beyond his ability to determine.
 

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Pasha never really invited people in, but the boy seriously looked like he was about to pass out cold (or hot) on his doorstep and that was another thing to explain to the hospital staff if he had to call an ambulance. He didn't feel like explaining why he just left him there until he was unconscious. Anyways, the boy was probably just suffering a bit from the heat. Get him somewhere shady or cold and he should be fine.

Pasha opened the creaky metal door for him; it shuttered and shrieked but revealed the inside without resistance. "Be careful of the floor. It's quite slippery." As in it was made of ice. All of it. Everything in the bar was ice. The chairs, the table... all of it.

"And it's cold." Just in case. Most people who knew about the bar came in with jackets of some sort, perhaps a parka or two. This boy definitely wasn't dressed for that, but a little better than t-shirts and shorts. Pasha stepped in after him, shutting the door in their wake.

Frozen, just as he'd set it up. The whole place had a deep, eerie blue glow. A bar counter sat in the back, the shelves and surfaces and various bottles reflected the light and glistened.

"Have a seat."
 

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If it weren't for the heat, Aiden would have bolted when the stranger opened the door, if not when the stranger opened his mouth. He still managed to hesitate. Creaking metal doors didn't seem to bode well...

but there was air that wasn't hot coming out and Aiden managed to pick up his pace until he was inside. His old runners slipped a little on the floor, but his balance was still good enough to keep him upright and anyway it was cold! Cold cold cold cold. He made it to a table rather than just oozing onto the floor in overwhelming relief, and spread himself across it instead. He pressed every bit of skin he could against the ice-

Wait, the table was ice?

Eh, that explained why it was cold. It wasn't like he could really argue about things being unexpectedly frozen, especially with his current intersection of relief and exhaustion. He left the oddity for later and made sure he couldn't get any more of his face against the table, and sighed in relief.

"Thank you," he said, voice slightly muddled since the table and relief both interfered with his jaw. It was almost like he could feel his body temperature creeping down from whatever it had been to something comfortable, something that wouldn't melt snow instantly.

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This would literally be how horror movies started. A teenager would stumble about in some distress, likely in a place where few others went. They would be alone. They'd meet some mysterious figure that offered help and in their desperation they'd agree. This mysterious stranger would lead them to some ominous door, or car, or barn...

But instead of the lights switching off and a horrible scream, the boy just melted across the first table he stumbled across. Unusual, considering humans didn't often like a slab of ice to the face, but he wouldn't question it. He'd learned fairly quickly that there were plenty of strange people (or things) on the islands.

Pasha just made a faint 'hm' noise in return to his thanks, closing the door behind them with a rather harsh clank. The boy could stay until he felt a little better, he supposed. It wouldn't do much harm this time, and there was nobody around anyways.

The Russian slid behind the counter as if he belonged there, taking up a stoic kind of post. "What are you doing in this part of town?" His accent made it sound like he was growling.
 

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The door closed with a rather final clunk, but Aiden was floating in the land of "could live here forever and never move again." He'd start thinking about horrible plots and horror stories and whatnot later, and might apply the worries retroactively - but for now, he just tried to suck all the cold in to replace the heat. He stopped sweating, his breath eased, and eventually he had recovered enough to answer his rescuer.

What had he been doing there? Oh, right. "I was just looking around," he said, faintly and almost dreamily. His cheek didn't seem to be moving right. Oh, he was frozen to the table. There had been too much sweat on his skin, apparently. The cold didn't bother him in the slightest, but it was hard to talk when his face was literally frozen down. He started trying to peel it off without sacrificing too much skin-to-cold area. Rescuer sounded grumpy, but he didn't seem to be doing anything other than grumping.

There, his face was free. Still stiff, and it felt like there was still a bit of ice stuck to his skin, but he could move again. "Not much else to do right now, and I thought there might be fewer people out here than back there."

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Just looking around. Right. That's how you got downright murdered. Oh well, if kids wanted to go stumbling into industrialized areas and then collapse of heat exhaustion, that was up to them. Pasha opened the bar here because it was fairly secluded; he didn't have to deal with droves and droves of people who wanted to gawk at an ice bar that way. Sometimes, on especially slow days and when everything had been done, he'd just sit back and read. That was nice, wasn't it?

The boy pried his face from the table almost comically, as if he were a cartoon. He could've sworn there was a fleck or two of ice still stuck to his cheek, the skin going rosy from the cold, but the boy didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he spoke in a rather relieved tone.

"It's a quieter area." He muttered, picking up one of his clear ice glasses and reaching for one of the various bottles of vodka lining the shelves. He didn't really care about the one he picked up except for the fact that he could pour himself a glass at any time. He took down a shot himself, but didn't offer one to the boy. He drank vodka much like water.

"You should be careful. It gets quite hot." Especially with the sun beating down like that. Pasha hated going out himself when it was like that, but at least he knew well enough to have backups and shady areas when he needed to go out.