Aleksandr bit his lower lip gently as Sylvia spoke, not particularly interested in getting rained on, again--or rather, bothering his father for the car keys. He gave her a half smile and stood up, "Yeah, I'll go get your bag," he pushed the plastic chair in a failed attempt to tuck  it under his desk.  He left the room and walked towards his father's room.  The door had been kindly shut. Aleksandr contemplated knocking or not.  He frowned and turned the doorknob.

Father Seraphim was at his desk with several books open and scribbling away on a piece of paper. He paused and looked up as Aleksandr entered his room, "Aleksy! What have I done to have you grace me with your presence?"  He smiled, putting his pen down on the paper in front of him. 

"I left Sylvia's cell phone and keys in the car.  I was wondering if I could have the car keys, again?" 

Father Seraphim took a moment, letting the question register in his brain--not quite expecting that.  He was expecting Aleksandr to explain to him that he was sick and could not make it to Vespers tonight. In which a case, he would have had Aleksandr call Deacon Constantine; however, that was not the case, "Ah," he stood up, fishing through his black pockets and pulling the keys out, "Here you are," he walked over to Aleksandr and put the keys in his hands, "How are Sylvia and you doing?"

"We're working on a school project, actually..." He grabbed the keys and turned to leave the room.

"Well, no closed doors," Father Seraphim said sternly.

Aleksandr turned back around, "Her ankle--it's broken," he gave his father a very confused face before exiting the bedroom. 

Father Seraphim lifted his eyebrows, shaking his head and frowning. [I]All Aleksy thinks about is sex.[/I]  There were certainly other things the two could do behind closed doors.

Aleksandr opened the front door and let the rain fall over him, again.  It was raining harder than before. He was pretty sure he would have to change clothes after this one...  He pushed the key into the car door and twisted it.  The car unlocked, and he reached into the seat, grabbing the brown paper bag. He hurriedly closed the door and pushed the key back into the lock.  When he drew the key out of the lock he ran towards the front door, opening and shutting it as quick as he could. He shook his head, feeling the rain water sprinkle from his hair. He smiled when it happened.  He looked down at his clothes.  They were not [I]that[/I] wet. He'd live.

He put the keys on the kitchen counter and walked to his bedroom, "Here," he walked over to Sylvia and put the bag next to Sylvia, and then took his place in the plastic chair, again. [@Arista]