and you thought Tiger was in deep shit
Who: The American, a French Maid and the Russian Diplomat
When: December 28th
Where: Ivan's living room (2010) and his old bedroom (2003)
What: Alfred accidentally stumbles upon something that should arose him but really just makes him question why he just asked this guy to marry him.
Picking through Ivan's things was totally within Alfred's rights. After all they were married.
Ish.
Whatever, it was mechanics of the whole shebang anyway.
Besides, Ivan had shown him stuff before and there wasn't anything Ivan was hiding in his closet that could be that incriminating, right? Unless there was a dead body, then he might classify that as incriminating. But the box marked 2003 was too small to hold a person unless they were chopped up, but Ivan was better with a pipe, Natalia was the knifey person. Unless they were working together. That thought made him shiver a bit.
Plopping down in the middle of the closet, he eagerly pulled open the box, rummaging through, pulling out handcuffs, old wine glasses, cards (which he didn't bother to read) and empty cologne bottles until he found a blank VHS tape. Well an unmarked one, he wasn't sure it was blank and of course there was only one way to find out. Carefully putting back he placed the box back on the very top shelf, Alfred half-galloped down the stairs to the living room.
This was totally going to rock. It was probably some old tape of Ivan doing something ridiculous (not really thinking that the kid grew up in Soviet Russian but even Soviet had embarrassing school plays, right? Whatever.) which meant that Alfred could mock him for it and have some form of youtube-worthy posting material that would have the Russian under his finger.
Fitting the tape into the machine, he crawled up onto the couch around a pillow, settling down on it lengthwise, grabbing his phone just in case he needed to call Ivan ASAP from the pure lulz of the tape. But when it started he didn't exactly get a school play.
Though in all honesty, Ivan's acting could've been a little better.
When: December 28th
Where: Ivan's living room (2010) and his old bedroom (2003)
What: Alfred accidentally stumbles upon something that should arose him but really just makes him question why he just asked this guy to marry him.
Picking through Ivan's things was totally within Alfred's rights. After all they were married.
Ish.
Whatever, it was mechanics of the whole shebang anyway.
Besides, Ivan had shown him stuff before and there wasn't anything Ivan was hiding in his closet that could be that incriminating, right? Unless there was a dead body, then he might classify that as incriminating. But the box marked 2003 was too small to hold a person unless they were chopped up, but Ivan was better with a pipe, Natalia was the knifey person. Unless they were working together. That thought made him shiver a bit.
Plopping down in the middle of the closet, he eagerly pulled open the box, rummaging through, pulling out handcuffs, old wine glasses, cards (which he didn't bother to read) and empty cologne bottles until he found a blank VHS tape. Well an unmarked one, he wasn't sure it was blank and of course there was only one way to find out. Carefully putting back he placed the box back on the very top shelf, Alfred half-galloped down the stairs to the living room.
This was totally going to rock. It was probably some old tape of Ivan doing something ridiculous (not really thinking that the kid grew up in Soviet Russian but even Soviet had embarrassing school plays, right? Whatever.) which meant that Alfred could mock him for it and have some form of youtube-worthy posting material that would have the Russian under his finger.
Fitting the tape into the machine, he crawled up onto the couch around a pillow, settling down on it lengthwise, grabbing his phone just in case he needed to call Ivan ASAP from the pure lulz of the tape. But when it started he didn't exactly get a school play.
Though in all honesty, Ivan's acting could've been a little better.