[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]

/Huh...okay./
[He chirped, smiling.]

/I know how to get to Yevgeny's room from here~/
[He headed for the exit. Surprisingly, navigation/mental mapping was one of the few things Ivan was passively talented in.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

...

/R-right. He's not going to be there, is he?/

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Um...I don't know. Probably not./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[He breathed a sigh of relief.]

/That's good.../

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Why don't you like Yevgeny?/
[He headed for the stairs.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

...

/It's a long story. But to cut to the end of it... when I came here, I'd been alone for six years. I had nothing, and nobody, and when I found him here... He did some pretty bad things to me. Then he was killed in retaliation for the murder of Raging Raven, and I was kidnapped and taken as a pet by his murderer. When Volgin found out, he was very, very angry. I've become somewhat friendly with one of them since then, but... the Volgins scare me other than him./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov seemed to whimper around the "nothing and nobody" part, and if he even really listened past that was up for debate, since it triggered some rather unpleasant memories.]

/...I see...I'm sorry./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/It's alright. I'm happy with Wolf now./

[He lightly grasped the other Raikov's shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. Ivan could tell he wasn't happy.]

/Hey. Cheer up, pretty boy./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He smiled softly.]

/Okay...Yevgeny's room is a few floors up./
[And dropped the topic instantly, heading up the stairs.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[He followed him without a thought, hoping to a god he didn't believe in that Volgin wouldn't be there.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov just kept leading, falling silent for the time being, concentrating on which turns to take to get back. After about 5 minutes, they were standing in front of a door, Ivan opening it.]

/Yevgeny?/

[No answer.]
/He's not here, you can come in~/

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

.../R-right!/

[Nervously he followed him in before taking the clothes out of his inventory and placing them on the bed.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan flopped down next to the clothes, wondering how long it'd take to hang them all up.]

/Thanks for the help~/
[He looked back up at the other man, fiddling with his bottom lip, trying to look seductive.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/It's not a problem./

[He sat down beside him, wondering faintly what the man was up to.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan flopped against Twotone, nuzzling his face against his shoulder.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[!]

/Do you want something?/

[He sounded rather surprised.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Don't you...?/

[He simply sounded confused.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/Like what?/

[Ivan is very lost now.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Sex. You can do whatever you want to me~/
[He smiled. The tea was still working, but chances are he'd have been this blunt regardless.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/...you're telling me you want me to-?/

[...]

/You don't get enough from Colonel?/

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Um...I do, but he doesn't always let me finish. Plus, you helped me! And...I want to thank you./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/W-well, it's nice of you, but I have a partner.../

[...that he's already cheated on twice, much to his chagrin.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Oh.../
[He frowned.]

/Okay...you sure?/

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/I'm s-sorry.../

[He lightly cupped the other Raikov's cheek with one hand, affectionately.]

/Listen. You're beautiful, and if I wasn't attached I'd be on you in a heartbeat. But I have someone I love and... and I don't want to jeopardise that./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He didn't seem to understand, but he smiled at the compliment.]

/How does that jeopardise it...?/