Mikhail stared at his computer screen. His index finger tapped against the table repeatedly while he waited. Waiting for what? A message? He knew very well he was being ignored.

so you're ignoring me now?

He sent, running a hand through his messy blonde locks. The whole GC was asleep, except him and the other. He messed up, he's aware. He shouldn't have been so rude, but he couldn't help it. He was trying to impress this girl and thought it would be funny to disrespect his friend. Yet, in the end, that same girl was already taken. And she was into girls too.

So, now, he was doing everything he could to apologize to the other. He wasn't used to being the one to fix a problem. But all his other friends told him to just do it.

"Damn it." he muttered under his breath, tongue rolling in a thick Russian accent.

i didn't mean any of it, okay? He typed and typed, trying to find the right words, deleting and rewriting the sentences.