Don't run with your eyes closed [Andrija]

[Drazen Blazevic]

Physical activity was definitely not Drazen's favourite activity. No, he would much rather be eating or dancing or generally having fun. He also liked to stay in shape though, so he continued running around the track on his third or fourth lap. He'd lost count already.

Distracting himself with thoughts of delicious food, like chevapi, he looked to his side, noticing someone else sitting up in the bleachers. From what he could see, they appeared to be female, quite slim with long beautiful hair.

Smiley widely, he waved to other, no longer paying attention to where he was running. A bad decision on his part, since not too soon after, he slammed directly into a pole. Dazed, he backed up, falling and landing on his back.

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/i] or anything, heaven forbid), he stood and skipped down the steps with his book in hand, kneeling over the other. "Ej, ej. You all right?"[/font][/ul]

[Drazen Blazevic]

Blinking blearily, he saw 3 spinning people above him. Shaking his head lightly and rubbing his eyes, he reopened them and saw the student who was sitting in the bleachers. She was even prettier up close and he managed a small smile, "Zdravo~"

Propping himself up, he rubbed his forehead, gazing up at the girl. "You're really pretty, ba. Were you worried about me? 'Cause I take hits to the head like that all the time!" He smiles, as if proud of that fact, standing up a little wobbly before standing straight. "I'm Drazen, ba. What's your name, lep?"

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/i] him-- who knew where those hands had been?

He cocked his head and instead simply watched the odd boy sit up, one eyebrow immediately shooting up when the other opened his mouth.
...so he was hitting on him?
The Croat couldn't help introducing his palm to his face.
"...Andrija." he responded in his unfortunately androgynous voice, straightening and taking a slight step backward as the other stood. "You must be from the Balkans as well?[/ul][/font]

[Drazen Blazevic]

"What a beautiful name~ And da, I come from Bosna." Grinning, he looked the girl up and down. Wow, she's pretty flat chested, ba. Shaking his head, he continued, "Did you come here to watch me run? It's how I stay in such good shape, ba~" He flexed his arm to prove his point, smiling brightly at the other.

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/i]

"I'm from Croatia." he responded softly, eyes trailing up Drazen's arm as he flexed it and fighting the urge to roll them. "...I was just looking for somewhere quiet, so let's not get carried away."[/ul][/font][/color]

[Drazen Blazevic]

Oblivious to any uncomfortableness on the Croatians part, he took another step forward to match the other's step back. "I could keep you company if you want, ba. I've done enough laps for today anyway."

With a smile he stepped forward again, and by some means tripped over nothing. Instinctively he thrust his arms forward, catching himself on the Croats chest.

....Oh.

[Andrija Ćurković]

"

Without warning, the Bosnian had... somehow... Andrija wasn't even sure how it'd managed to happen... pitched himself forward on some invisible force and ended up catching himself in a strange way. The Croat stumbled backward from the sudden force, but being tall, managed not to fall over so easily.
"C-careful!" he snapped, prying the hands off of his chest. "You're so clumsy!"[/ul][/font][/color]