[TEA ROOM]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid stared up as the lights flickered back on, the mushroom in his hand still held to illuminate the kitchen he'd been about to enter. A raised eyebow was the only response they got before he entered. Absently, assuming he didn't need it any more, he put the mushroom to his mouth and bit into it. The bleep from his phone made him jump and he delved a hand into the pocket of his coat to pluck it out. The screen was lit up, the battery at 100%.]

...what the devil...?

[Shaking his head, he popped the phone back into his pocket and stepped into the room. To his surprise, he realised there was already tea there, laid out in many little cups on the table. Absently, he picked one up, studying it for a long moment. His paranoid mind said not to drink it, but it had been a while since he'd had a decent cup of tea. Absently, he sipped at it. Earl Grey. Interesting.]

(Tea room! Whatever tea you drink is going to have a different effect.

Cherry tea: Ever saw a blushing virgin right before being deflowered? The people that drink this tea will show you how it's done.
Darjeeling tea: Causes the drinker to suffer severe delusions. They might just start to think they're the Queen of England, or a tree, or any number of things. I suggest you take videos for posterity and blackmail.
Earl Grey tea: Drinkers of this tea can't tell anything but the truth.
English breakfast tea: Not only will the drinker be more arrogant, snobbish and better than you, but they will also voice it. Loudly. Narcissism is encouraged. So is slapping them back to their senses.
Mint tea: Completely flip your personality. Good is bad, bad is good, etc.
(Description and idea taken from Addictions

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Comments

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Well, usually you just give me mean looks and ignore me, but then sometimes you'll be nice./
[His voice didn't falter a bit; it was just the truth, plain and simple.]

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

...?

/Oh... I see. You must only know my alternates./

[He held him a little closer, looking worried.]

/I'll always be nice to you.../

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Oh, you're a different Yevgeny...?/
[He leaned into the hold.]
/I'm glad...I like it best when you're nice to me--or, my Yevgeny./

[He huffed.]
/This place is confusing./

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

[He lightly lifted a massive hand to stroke Raikov's hair lovingly.]

/It appears so./ [Smile.] /It is strange, but I like it./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, but it's nice to be away from the Grad...and Yevgeny doesn't have any work now, so I hope he'll pay more attention to me./

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

/Maybe he will! That would be good. You need attention, after all... You deserve it./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He smiled.]
/Thank you...I want to show him how much I care, after all~/

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

/That's good. He's lucky to have you./

[This one looks rather young, curiously.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He fiddled with the strap over his shoulder.]

/He always says I'm lucky to have him.../

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

/...someone like you could have anyone in the world, and yet you have us./

[He gave him a smile.]

/We're the lucky ones./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Hee...aw, Yevgeny.../

[He turned around in his arms, nuzzling his chest.]