The more he looked, the more records showed of the same man. Visited 100 years ago, 200, even 600. The description was almost the exact same. Just slightly different. Little details like his hair length, weight, skin tone, and clothing. But otherwise, it was the exact same.
Rodya puts the records away, silent and confused. He heads back to his rooms, sitting on his bed, mulling it over.
(shugs idk- maybe he gets the balls to go break in- XD)
(Nah, he’s gonna come visit unannounced-)
After a few days of more research, he eventually finds where the mysterious guy lives and take Nightshode there. It was a slightly long ride, but he enjoyed it. He reaches his destination, not bothering to looks at it and walks to the large front doors, knocking.
Chrys takes a moment, then opens the doors and pauses. “Oh- hello.”
Rodya crosses his arms, “Do you have family that f goes back 600 years all with the same name as you?”
He blinks, “Oh. Them- yeah…my name has been passed down through generations.” Nice lie. Let’s see how that works out.
Rodya raises an eyebrow, “And how can you explain away all the descriptions in which you look look exactly like your family from over six hundred years ago? That does not happen. Maybe with one feature, like a nose or something, but not with height, body type, hair color, eye color and face shape.”
Chrys laughs softly. “It does for my family. Trust me…it’s just a coincidence.”
Rodya stares at him, shaking his head, “I don’t believe that.” He crosses his arms.
(When you realize the guy you’re talking to is a LOT smarter than he lets on—)
XD
Chrys sighs, “Listen…why do you even think i may have been around that long? I’m only 23.”
(Didn’t just change chrys’s age- i mean what?)
Rodya stares at him, frowning deeply, “Riight. . . You’re lying.”
“What makes you think that? Rodya. I am 23. Do I look 600?”
Rodya scowls, “How do you know that name?”
Chrys pauses for only a second. Crap. He laughs softly, “You told me it.”
Rodya shakes his head, “No, I clearly didn’t tell you the name only my mother and sister use with me.”
Chrys looks at him like he just grew two heads.
Rodya glares at him, “Who the ебать are you?”
(Fuck in Russian)
XD
Chrys huffs, “Just a regular guy getting accused of weird crap.”
“How did you know my nickname. On;y one person alive knows it, and she;s all they way in North Russia.”
Chrys huffs. “You told me.” damn right. You read his mind. Idiot-
Rodya crosses his arms, “I didn’t tell you. I know every word that leaves my mouth.” He narrows his eyes, “How. Did. You. Know?”
Chrys rolls his eyes. “You’re delusional.”