Who: Alfred and Ion When: November 14th Where: Ivan's apartment What: Alfred finally realises that the man handing him coffee every morning might be sleeping with Ivan.
Let me christen my new userpic for this.amar_dulce_vinNovember 15 2010, 21:47:41 UTC
Implication was an art obviously lost on Alfred. It required a deep understanding of subtlety, tact, a touch of sarcasm, and the fine talent of not placing blame on anyone, really. But then again, the art of implication only truly worked if the one being accused had an equal grasp on the language being spoken.
So Ion could only flush a delicate pink, clear his throat in embarrassment, tug on the borrowed apron to straighten it out, and continue folding. He set the red boxers aside and moved to a pair that he didn't recognize.
...banana print...oh, honestly. Some people had no taste.
"I--I was-i-it only once." he said lamely, smoothing out the creases as he folded, "I feel not good ask, but he say is fine. A-am sorry?"
...THAT DIDN'T WORK D:waitforsupermanNovember 16 2010, 00:39:05 UTC
How was the guy not even shocked by his entrance? He just kicked down a goddamn door. Then again, the poor cousin did have to live with Natalia and her entrances probably involved a lot of door destruction.
Alfred shook his head quickly. He shouldn't he trying impress the guy sleeping with his boyfriend... Who was willingly admitting it as well. While folding boxers- HIS BOXERS-! "Hey, let go of those!" Lunging forward, Alfred snatched the boxers and, not quite sure what to do with them, threw them to the ground. Serves the guy right, touching his boyfriend then thinking he could just fold his boxers like there wasn't a problem!
"Well, sorry isn't good enough," The American said quickly, "You can't just go around sleeping with other people's boyfriends- or girlfriend- significant others! This is America, not some weird country where you sleep with your own family!"
He panted, glaring hard at the man. (Man? Still debatable.)
And then what the tall-guy was saying actually managed past Alfred's haze of rage. "Wait... You're sorry?"
"Am sorry for making upset," Ion clarified slightly. He eyed the freshly-laundered boxer shorts flutter to the ground, letting a small flash of irritation colour his tone before stashing it away behind a carefully constructed smile. After all, he was hardly going to apologize for nothing. He'd had quite enough of that back home, and while he didn't particularly enjoy being shunted off to live in America, he was going to make an attempt to...improve himself. Or something.
In all honesty, he couldn't fathom what had...this manchild whose name he couldn't remember at the moment all upset. It certainly wasn't abnormal to share a bed with members of your family in other parts of the world. Perhaps this was just a bit of that infamous American xenophobia rearing its head. Still, the blush lit on his cheeks was more from embarrassment than shame at whatever sin he'd been accused of committing
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So Ion could only flush a delicate pink, clear his throat in embarrassment, tug on the borrowed apron to straighten it out, and continue folding. He set the red boxers aside and moved to a pair that he didn't recognize.
...banana print...oh, honestly. Some people had no taste.
"I--I was-i-it only once." he said lamely, smoothing out the creases as he folded, "I feel not good ask, but he say is fine. A-am sorry?"
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Alfred shook his head quickly. He shouldn't he trying impress the guy sleeping with his boyfriend... Who was willingly admitting it as well. While folding boxers- HIS BOXERS-! "Hey, let go of those!" Lunging forward, Alfred snatched the boxers and, not quite sure what to do with them, threw them to the ground. Serves the guy right, touching his boyfriend then thinking he could just fold his boxers like there wasn't a problem!
"Well, sorry isn't good enough," The American said quickly, "You can't just go around sleeping with other people's boyfriends- or girlfriend- significant others! This is America, not some weird country where you sleep with your own family!"
He panted, glaring hard at the man. (Man? Still debatable.)
And then what the tall-guy was saying actually managed past Alfred's haze of rage. "Wait... You're sorry?"
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In all honesty, he couldn't fathom what had...this manchild whose name he couldn't remember at the moment all upset. It certainly wasn't abnormal to share a bed with members of your family in other parts of the world. Perhaps this was just a bit of that infamous American xenophobia rearing its head. Still, the blush lit on his cheeks was more from embarrassment than shame at whatever sin he'd been accused of committing ( ... )
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