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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 11, 2010 21:50:45 GMT -5
The Irish nodded timidly at the question, not questioning anything anymore. But ptenchik should refer to him for now, no...? For there's no one else but the two of them here.
It's a good thing though, knowing that his actions are not wrong. The other seemed to be not as scary as before as soon as he told him to smile, and he doesn't mind small gestures of affection like the nuzzle he did just now.
The big smile on the Russian's face suits him, Iain thought absentmindedly as he watched the other. It make him less...intimidating. With such a huge posture, even when he's not standing, it's no wonder if peoples would often prefer to keep a distance with his Teddy. A small snicker escaped his lips. Look at him, approaching what others would often avoid... He really just love dragging himself into signs of danger... or even danger himself, doesn't he? Although...
I'm pretty much safe. Thanks to the sunflower, he noted, looking as the man in front of him touched it gently. There must be something between Ivan and the sunflower, something more than just adoration because the first seemed to be so overly fond of the latter, and that he seemed to have won this man's heart by giving it that flower.
"Yes." He answered. "Yes, you're happy now, so I'll be happy." His worries, though not all gone, has eased up a bit. They should be okay now if he can watch his manner. Though something hit his curiosity...
"Teddy, how old are you, really...?" The Irish asked. Someone as tall as Ivan must at least be as old as his Beth! ... or maybe... He doesn't even know anymore. Maybe that thing about not judging a book from their cover, thus, someone from their looks, are right after all. Who knows someone as innocent-looking and childish as Ivan could be that scary if he wanted...? "If you don't mind telling me, that is." He quickly added.
For some, age are a touchy subject after all. Most of this 'some' are women, but in his twenty six years of life, Iain had encountered some... men who don't like their age being mentioned. And those are not what he wanted to be reminded of right now.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 12, 2010 20:24:18 GMT -5
The sunflower had indeed guaranteed a friendship with the Russian, and while friendship didn't always mean the same thing to Ivan that it did to others, it was still a good thing to have. It was far easier to gain his trust after one had gained his friendship, after all. Also, when it came down to it, it did help that the Irishman was 'one with him'; it was probably the only reason that the younger-looking male's face hadn't made intimate contact with Ivan's pipe when he'd started yelling.
Despite looking childish most of the time, and even innocently oblivious every now and then, Ivan did notice many things. He noticed the way the smaller Irish male was looking at him--still not quite trusting but able to get around that. And he noticed the little snicker that was emitted from the other's lips. "What are you laughing about, ptenchik?" he asked, with his head tilted to the side.
Age? Ah, the boy wanted to know his age! The blond giggled, and nodded, looking thoughtful for a long moment. "I have ah… twenty three years, I think? Ufufufu~ A bit younger than you, da?" he replied, with a bright smile, as his fingers skated over the yellow flower in his hair once again. He obviously had no qualms sharing this information with the younger-looking male--it wasn't as if it were a secret after all. "I do not mind sharing about myself, ptenchik~ Do people normally not want to share such things?"
His emotions had obviously sorted out once again, and he was quite content already. It didn't seem like it was very difficult for him to flip from one end of the spectrum to the other, and that could be either a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it. While it meant that it would be fairly easy to get him to calm down and be happy again after being upset, it also meant that it was fairly easy to get him upset in the first place.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 12, 2010 23:01:13 GMT -5
If he's surprised about how the other seemed to notice his snicker then Iain didn't really look like he was surprised. A small smile formed on his lips, his finger tapping on the chin. "I'm laughing at nothing, Teddy. It's just... something funny about myself. Nothing bad, I promise." And he offered his pinky for the other to link with, to complete his promise.
"Twenty three? Oh, I see... so you're..." wait. Twenty three? Did he hear that right...? "Twenty three, okay. I got it..." And calm down, Iain, he told himself repeatedly, biting lips so he won't say anything stupid again. He just have better genes... and maybe, maybe... The Irish stays quiet, not knowing what else to say. "Have anyone ever told you that you're so tall?"
It's the worst case indeed. He didn't like it when others are taller than him. But he didn't like it more when these taller persons are younger than him! At least the Russian didn't boast about it or didn't make fun of him being shorter and yet older. Not yet.
"Most people don't mind sharing this, Teddy. Myself, for example. I'm really open-minded and won't mind answering any questions..." As long as it's not about his height and he gets to be a bit touchy-feely. Not in a perverted terms, no, no. He knows his manner. "Ah. But you see... As far as I know... No cute ladies like to be asked about their ages~" They're really touchy about it. He shuddered at his unpleasant experience years ago and huddled himself closer to the coat.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 13, 2010 0:19:16 GMT -5
It wasn't often that the Russian had anything promised to him--if he were being honest to himself, he couldn't think of a single promise that had ever been given to him and been kept--and he'd never had anything promised to him via a pinky, so when Iain offered that small finger to him, he wasn't certain how to react. What did the boy want him to do with his little finger?
Ivan peered down at it curiously, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What…? I do not understand…. What you want me to be doing with this?" he asked, and made the same motion with the hand extending his pinkie confusedly.
"Da, da," the Russian said absentmindedly when his height was commented on. "I am very tall…. Is not very much a good thing, though. Most people are so small, and they are nervous around me because I am not. I do not understand why, but I do not fit in." He gave a little bit of a smile, and a shrug as well. "But it means I can protect people better, da? When I make friends with them."
While it was true that he didn't have many friends yet, it didn't change the fact that he would have many more friends later. After all, he was a good friend to have, wasn't he? So he would make people become his friend to see that!
Ivan blinked down at Iain, getting more and more curious. "Ahahaha, but I am not a cute lady, so I do not mind~" he replied and grinned, as if it that obviously solved the problem. "Because I am not cute and I am not a lady, da? So is okay to ask me such things."
When the smaller male huddled himself closer into the Russian's coat, Ivan frowned. Was he still cold? Ah, that wouldn't do! Ivan didn't have much else to give him to keep him warm--he couldn't give him his scarf; no, he'd rather go without all of his clothes and then some than give up the thick garment around his neck. Instead, he tugged off his other glove with his teeth, and handed both gloves the red-head with a half smile. There was no harm in giving them away--Ivan was used to the cold, and besides--it was nice out here~! "Here, these will help…."
And then another thought came to him and he was rummaging through his pockets. He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he beamed and handed the other male a bottle of clear liquid: vodka. "Here, this will warm you up~ Drink, drink~"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 13, 2010 2:36:37 GMT -5
"Eh...?" It was his turn to look on the other with confusion in face. "You don't know about pinky promise...?" He frowned, finding it to be silly, if not impossible. How come? It wasn't like this is something... unique to the region or something. He was quite sure this is one of those universal gesture... Everyone knows it! They are bound to know it sooner or later!
... Of course! Sooner or later. If his Teddy knows nothing about it, then he'll gladly let him know and expands his knowledge. "This." He linked his pinky with the other and shake it once. "This means we've sealed our promise and if any of us break the promise..." His voice was gradually become smaller, softer, until it reaches a whisper. Really, is it right to tell the other this now? What if he thought he was just playing with him again and trying to ridicule him and then he'll hit his face with that scary pipe...
Now he regretted giving back the pipe... but then again the Russian might have something else hidden in his coat. Oh well. All's well that ends well. He'll just see. "See, I'm not trying to be scary, but if either one of us break this promise, then he'll have to swallow a thousand needles." This is probably why he rarely make pinky promises.
When his big newly-made friend smiled, he beamed a smile back. "No, no, it is a good thing." He reassured him. Maybe tall isn't the only factor. The other also had a bit of... what's it again? Creep aura to him? Yes, definitely creepy. His voice doesn't suit him, his smile is okay, but when he made that kolkolkol laughter again... "See, when you're bigger..." Oh, the other already pointed out what he was about to say. "My thoughts exactly. You just need to be... uhm, more open and friendly when meeting others I think."
And while he did agree that the other's not a lady... he can't quite agree with that not cute part. The other is cute, just look at his childish voice and his chubby cheeks, the big nose... but perhaps, the same quality that makes him cute is what makes him creepy as well. Because a body that big is not supposed to sound so... so childish and innocent.
"Teddy's cute though..." He trailed off until he was given gloves. Blinking and staring at them for a good moment, he wondered what this is for until something hit him, not literally of course. "Wait, wait, Teddy, I am not cold, just..."
Wait, is he seeing this right...? The Russian's coat must be very big because it can hold something as big as a bottle of... something in it. And who was he to decline an invitation?
Mumbling a small thank you, the Irishman carefully placed the gloves into his pockets first before muttering a spell and removed the bottle's cap easily. Sniffing the content, he immediately knows that it contains alcohol, and while he know that he's not good at handling them...
The thought of letting the chance to taste something he never had before pass is...
"Hmm..." He took a swig from the bottle. "It... tastes strange, Teddy..."
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 14, 2010 23:59:35 GMT -5
Ivan's eyebrows arched at the idea of a 'pinky promise' and he stared for a long moment at their linked fingers. Swallowing a thousand needles did not seem like the most pleasant of activities; in fact, it seemed rather impossible. Could you even swallow a thousand needles before you were pierced through? It didn't make logical sense in his mind, but he smiled and nodded anyway. As long as the promise was not broken, then nobody would have to swallow any amount of needles, right? "Is a very interesting way of promising," Ivan admitted with a giggle. "I do not think that any one would be wanting to swallow needles--so is very secure!"
Though Iain's next words made the frown come back to his lips. "I am not friendly?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. He did not understand this. He thought he was being very nice to the red-head, and couldn't imagine how Iain could think he was anything but. Or maybe the other just meant to be even more friendly than he already was. That would make more sense. But how?
A thought hit him: he had the perfect solution right in front of him! "Ah…. You will teach me, da?"
A giggle escaped his lips and he gave a quick shake of his head. "Nyet, nyet, not cute. I am too big, silly~" Ivan replied. Big things could not be cute--and he knew he was definitely a big thing. Well, at the very least he would admit to himself that he was tall. And big boned. The rest--no, that was about it on how one could consider him big.
Ivan watched the boy as he drank the alcohol, curiously judging his reactions. The boy wasn't spluttering at the taste--which meant he knew how to drink! Or at the very least had drunk enough alcohol in his life that he could handle the burn that came with the strength of vodka. Either way, it was a very good thing! Vodka was one of Ivan's favorite drinks after all, and it would be a shame if the smaller man couldn't handle it.
"It tastes strange? Have you never had vodka before~?" Ivan asked, curiosity piqued. This was a foreign concept for the Russian; vodka was a fairly common drink after all. It was practically water!
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 15, 2010 7:23:36 GMT -5
To be honest, Iain would have agreed with the Russian if he could read the other's mind. When he was little, he had been both fascinated and scared by the consequences he will have to face if he broke this pinky promise, but as he grew up, he concluded that it was more probably to scare the shit out of innocent kids like he once was.
But there are things he never grew up from, and even though he believed this needles thing to be a hoax, he still find himself too scared to broke a promise.
"Of course no one want to swallow a needle, silly Teddy... It will hurt a lot. And..." Wait, did he said something wrong again? What's with that frown...? "Noooo, you're friendly enough! For me, that is. I mean, you didn't exactly glare like Beth or have an unfriendly aura around you... And sure, I'll gladly teach you how to."
The redhead shook his head lightly at the next words, completely disagreeing. "Size doesn't matter. I have a big," and he attempted to show how big it was by spreading both his arms,"biiiig teddy bear in house, mind you. And to little me, that big teddy is probably how you looked like to others. But I still think of it as cute you see. And warm. And snuggly." He finished with a big grin on his face.
Iain blinked, face slightly flushed from the alcohol that were already running on their way to his mind. "Ah? No, I never tasted vodka before. Wine, beer, scotch, other things, I have, but never vodka." And there are still some other alcoholic drink he can't quite remember... It was all thanks to Beth and his bar. The Irish sniffed at the content of the bottle briefly, a small giggle escaping his lips before the bottle's mouth met his again.
And this time, he tried to focus at the taste. The liquid, vodka was it...? It was strong tasting. Unique, distinct. Nothing like what he had before, and he doesn't know whether to like it or not. There might be a lot more alcohol in it than what he usually had, and already he was feeling hot, his hand raising to pop one of his shirt buttons open.
"It tastes good though! I'm wondering where you get your hands on this, Teddy~" Maybe when he brought one of this vodka home to his parents, they'll stop treating him like he was still a ten-years old. He had no problems being treated as a kid, but problems arise when they refused to let him do things by his own and resumes control over what he should and should not do.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 16, 2010 23:09:10 GMT -5
The larger man seemed delighted when Iain agreed to teach him how to be friendlier. This would mean he would have more friends, right? That was a very happy thought in Ivan's mind. He certainly wanted more friends, and if he wasn't being friendly enough, he wanted to know how to fix things. He clapped his hands together, and nodded to the other male. They should get started soon and maybe the next time he went into town people wouldn't look at him so strangely~ But they should begin after Iain warmed up and they found the fairies.
At the very least the alcohol seemed to be doing it's job in warming the Irishman up, Ivan noted as Iain unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt. He had thought it was a good idea and was pleased to see that he was right about it getting rid of the other's shivers! Although, it did seem to be having other effects as well… One would have to be blind not to notice the way that it flushed his cheeks, which meant that he couldn't handle the alcohol as well as Ivan had hoped. No, he was already starting to feel the effects. "Vodka is a little bit… stronger than those things…." Ivan started, with a little bit of a grimace. "Ahahaha… slow down a little bit, da? You will get be getting, ah…. how you say… drunk, if you do not."
It was nice that the red-head seemed to want more though. While Ivan wasn't sure that he wanted to get Iain drunk by giving him another bottle right now, he wouldn't mind giving him more when the time was right. After all, the more people who liked vodka then better, right? "Ufufu~ You have some when you come to my home, da? I am sure they have it here--but Russian vodka is the only true vodka."
That, however, he could prove to him at a later date. At the moment, Ivan wanted to do other things.
"Are you warm now…? Do you want to look for the… ah, fairies?" While Ivan wasn't exactly ready to leave the field of sunflowers, that didn't mean they couldn't look for the little creatures while in eyesight of his own personal utopia.
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Uwah, I'm sorry... Lame post is lame. orz;;;
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 17, 2010 4:28:44 GMT -5
"Eeeh? Stronger?" He blinked when the other told him, his eyes noticing the slight grimace on Ivan's face. "The better then." Iain chuckled, drinking more of it and clearly ignoring the warning. Screw getting drunk, he was already drunk now! Or maybe not... are you considered drunk when you're aware enough about it?
He shrugged, licking his lips as his hand brought the bottle down, careful as to not spill any of its precious content. "I'm not that bad of a drinker..." Lies. He's actually a bad drinker. And that, complemented with the fact that he is too easily enticed by the presence of alcohol in anything, is a bad combination.
And there the other goes about going to his house again. He cocked his head slightly, gaze unfocused as more alcohol joined his system. There's not much left in the bottle now. He frowned. "I'll ah, get more when I go to your house...? Where's your house, Teddy? In Russia? That sounded so far-far away~ Why can't we just stay here and you try making the vodka for me mmm? That way, they'll save a lot of time from going to Russia just to get more vodka, right?
At the other question, he happily nodded. Of course he already feel warm! Just the coat is actually enough... wait, no, correction. He's never cold from the beginning. "You... want to go to find the faeries now...? Mmm... that sounded like a good idea," Soon as he finished the sentence, the boy stood up from his seat, swaying on his stand and waited patiently for the other to stand up too. "Hurry up, Teddy. The little guys won't wait for you forever~"
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 18, 2010 23:46:44 GMT -5
It didn't take the Russian more than a moment to stand up and dust the grass and little clinging critters from his clothing. When Iain swayed Ivan leaned close and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steady him, while simultaneously taking the vodka bottle from his hands. Even if the bottle was nearly empty, it still had enough in it that Ivan didn't want Iain drinking. After all, if the boy wasn't drunk now, he would be very shortly--if he wasn't sick first. Neither option was particularly pleasing in the Russian's mind. He'd have to keep this in mind for next time he let Iain try the clear liquid.
"Ah, my ptenchik, I do not think I could make you vodka here…. Is difficult to make." Granted, while Ivan knew how to make the liquid (or rather, he knew the concept of it and was sure he could do it), he knew it was impossible to do here without the proper ingredients or tools. "It would be easier to take you back to Russia with me~ You are coming anyway, da?" After all, Iain was one with him now, he couldn’t expect to be on his own.
What Iain said next caused Ivan to freeze, looking almost crestfallen. Oh no! Maybe the little creatures only came out during a certain part of day. Or worse--maybe they migrated to other locations after a certain period of time, like birds did. That wouldn't do! He didn't want to miss out on the chance to see fairies! "Where they go after they stop waiting?" Ivan asked, a childish pout coming to his face. "We will have time to find them before they go, da?"
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 19, 2010 0:56:41 GMT -5
He muttered a small thank you when an arm, strong and a bit cold against his skin, was wrapped around his shoulders. That's exactly what he need now. Something to hold onto as to not fall while standing. The earth was beginning to rotate for just the slightest bit and hell, he'll be lying if he doesn't feel dizzy at all.
A low moan emitted from his throat as the bottle of his newly-found delight was taken from him, his hand tried to reach out for them and getting them back. Just a few more! Just a few sip and he'll be done with one bottle! Tsk, damn his body for being so easily drunk...
"Teeeddy, I want the vodka baaack... Pleeease?" He eyed the other, trying to plaster a sad look on his face to convince Ivan and failing miserably. How sad.
"Mmm, if you can't make vodka here... I ah... will go to Russia with you then... But after that, I can get back here anytime I want... right?" He tilted his head, the faint pink that previously crept silently on his face turned darker now.
A light giggle bubbled through his lips when he heard the question towards his previous statement. "They go somewhere in their world. Silly Teddy." His hand patted Ivan's pale blond locks. "Faeries are not that easy to find though..." The Irish mumbled, most likely to himself as he thought of a place where they're most likely to appear. He hadn't planned on searching for faeries when he first came here...
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 20, 2010 23:47:10 GMT -5
Ivan nodded at the boy's thanks, happy to be of help. After all, he didn't exactly want his little ptenchik to fall on the ground and get hurt. When Iain gave him an upset look, Ivan grimaced, looking away. He didn't like sad looks coming from his friends--no, not at all. They made him very uncomfortable, and that much was obvious by the way he shifted and averted his gaze. He tried to think of the fact that he didn't want Iain to get sick from the drink, rather than the other's pouty expression and the pleading to his voice and…
What Iain said next gave him something else to focus on and he forced a smile to his lips, nodding in agreement. "Da, of course you can leave. But you will be coming back, da? Because you are one with me, ufufufu~ You cannot stay gone too long, okay? I will get lonely. My house is very big and very empty. It needs more company."
The fairies... went back to their world…? That wasn't a good thing. Ivan's brows knitted together in concern over this new piece of information. Definitely not a good thing. He didn't know of any other worlds. "Chto? Where is this world you be speaking of? When do they go back? Are they going back soon? And will they be coming back here afterwards?" he stopped his rapid questioning with a pout, violet eyes staying on Iain for a moment, before looking back up to peer around them--hoping a fairy knew that he was looking and decided to show itself.
Ivan was obviously disheartened at the news that they went back to their own world. He had planned on finding those fairies--and he couldn't exactly go to another world to do it… or could he? Was it possible?
Ah, but if he found the fairies before they went back! Then he wouldn't have to worry. He looked back to Iain, expectantly. The red-head would have an answer. He always seemed to, after all.
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 21, 2010 9:27:43 GMT -5
If there's anything Iain Gallagher will ever be famous of, it will never be about his ability to drink a lot. And the Russian seemed to have realized that he is, by no means, a drinker. His refusal to give him more vodka as to his request hurts him in a way and Iain wanted to give in to his childish tantrum so very much, just so he'll get what he wants. No one seemed to be able to resist it after all. Not his family and not everyone he knows. Either he becomes too loud and unbearable, or he behaved really strangely in a way that creeps them.But then again, Ivan is a new friend and he doesn't want his new friend to be taken aback by how he really is.
He sighed and mumbled something along the lines of 'mean Teddy' before looking at him with an alcohol-hazed eyes. "Mmm, I won't be long... just one week added to the whole time we'll need to travel the distance from Russia to get back to here and vice-versa. I don't want my Teddy to be lonely you see..." Though he doesn't quite understand why the other can't just stay here. His manor is bigger than needed! Surely, they must have some extra rooms...?
The thing about faeries going back to their own world was all his theories though... So Iain only stared at Ivan for a good amount of time before getting all the questions processed through his brain. "Ahaha, aww, calm down Teddy... This world I'm talking about may exist... or they may not. I don't know yet. But seeing as there's only tales of them around and rumours of sighting... Who knows? We just need to search, no...? Now, if you give me more vodka..." His words were stopped by a hiccup.
His previously-bright green eyes stayed fixed at the other for a prolonged period this time, and he wondered why Ivan seemed to be so sad at the prospect of... not having able to find the faeries. If not today, there will always be tomorrow right? Though he can't promise whether he'll be around tomorrow or not. After all, if his little adventures with vodka was discovered today... Well, he doesn't want to think of that for now.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on May 23, 2010 11:47:13 GMT -5
A light sigh escaped Ivan's lips at being called 'mean Teddy'. The Teddy part didn’t bother him, but the 'mean' part did. It wasn't as if he was trying to be mean, after all. He was only doing what he thought was best for his newly-made friend--it wouldn’t be good for either of them if the red-head got sick. "I am not being mean…. You can have some again later, da?" he replied, but it was obvious from the way that the Russian would refuse to meet his gaze that he was still uncomfortable with Iain's pout.
He nodded at Iain's explanation of the travel times and the time he would take away, absently toying with one of the ends to his scarf. That was doable… Perhaps. "Is okay if you really want.... And being lonely is no fun at all. Have you ever been lonely?"
The Irishman wanted him to be calm, when he wasn't sure if the fairies would come back? Ivan's expression changed to a full-on pout. No, he didn't think he could be calm with an unknown time-limit. It was almost better not knowing there was a time limit at all, but then he would be searching forever, not knowing that it was silly to continue. He glanced down at the confiscated bottle of vodka, and shook his head to Iain's request, repeating himself absentmindedly, "Nyet, you can be having more later… After we find the fairies." They just had to find them first. And given the fact that Iain was the only one who knew anything about them other than the fact that they were small and magical--he was the expert. A rather drunk expert. "Will they be coming back...?"
Ivan paused a moment, before he decided that they'd find the creatures sooner if they moved at a faster pace. He knew he couldn't get Iain to speed up his walking unless he wanted the smaller male to topple over with the drink.
Ah, but that was easily fixed! If Ivan just carried him, then there wouldn't be a problem and they could both look. Without further questioning the idea, Ivan moved to sweep the Irishman off his feet, and pick him up bridal style. It would be much simpler to search this way!
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Post by Iain ó Gallchobhair on May 24, 2010 5:25:07 GMT -5
Iain gave Ivan a long stare when the Russian denied him being mean, face clearly unamused. "What difference would it make if you give me now...? Come on, Teeeddy..." Now his voice came out as a whine.
At the question of being lonely, he solemnly shook his head, or, as solemn as a drunk man can be as a giggle bubbled past his lips at the very same moment. "Mmmm, never been lonely. Peoples are always around..." Save for this time and when he locked himself in the study room. Really, where were his parents' lackeys when he needs them...? "Being alone is fun though. So quiet and no one to bother you... Know what, Teddy...? You can live with me if you don't want to be lonely. My house is big and and... lotsa servants. You won't be lonely and there will always be someone to talk to~"
The Irish frowned when he noticed a pout forming on the other's face. It's rather cute and it kinda suited the big man's childish face, but... "No vodka...? Why is Teddy so stubborn... Psh, I am not a kid! I can handle a bottle of vodka or two! Please, please, pretty please, Teddy? Maybe we can trade, you give me vodka and I will tell you more about the faeries."
He blinked once when he lost his stand from the ground. "Wait what--" Okay, so was he really this drunk? Or did he just fly? What the hell were these two strong arms doing... and why are the grounds so far far away from him? Not to mention the warmth emanating from...
Holy fuck.
Is he being carried by his Teddy? Bridal-style, nonetheless?
"Teddy, waaah. Let me down!!" He tried to struggle and escape the other's vice-like hold over him, but hey, a drunk man can't really do much, right?
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