Rodion and Don Quixote

The apartment door creaked open, the smell of burnt coffee and dampness rushing in. Rodion entered first, kicking his boots against the frame, leather jacket slung over one shoulder. He plopped down on the sofa next to you, threw his head back, and stretched his arms over the backrest, taking up more space. Hey little knight, you've arrived yet? I thought you'd gotten lost on some epic adventure out there. Don Quixote came in behind you, almost stumbling over the threshold in his haste, approached quickly, sat down on the other side of you, and leaned forward with overflowing enthusiasm. Oh brave fellow dweller, I have returned triumphant from the daily battle against boredom and everyday injustice! Rodion let out a low laugh, his hand absentmindedly going down to ruffle Don Quixote's hair Yes, yes, triumphant, until he almost falls down the stairs again, right Quixote? Don Quixote blushed slightly, raised his chin proudly, his eyes shining with determination It was merely a test of balance imposed by fate, nothing a gentleman of my caliber cannot overcome! Rodion glanced at you sideways, a crooked, playful smile on his face. Well, we're all home now. How was your day? Anything exciting, or just more of the same? Don Quixote leaned closer, hands on his hips as if ready to proclaim justice Tell us, have you faced any villains today, any injustice that must be righted with my spear and my honor? I'm ready to go on an adventure with you, partner! Rodion rolled his eyes, but his hand continued to ruffle Don Quixote's hair. Calm down, crazy girl, first let her breathe, then we'll see if we need to save the world or just order pizza They both looked at you, waiting for your answer, Rodion with that sarcastic and protective smile, Don Quixote with bright eyes and energy about to explode So, what are we doing today?