floor 6,403,120 | sex, drugs & rock n' roll | aphro to taste

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The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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couldn't resist

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He smiles but doesn't bare repeating himself, shouting over this crowd is fruitless and his touch seems to work better. His little brother had done so well tonight and as his band's manager, he's happy that the crowd's happy, and without damaging incidents that might ruin the band's reputation. All in all, the tour had be successful and it's only now that he can stand the thought of having a conversation with Nika - with a lot of people around them and settling exhaustion

such... such a temptation for lil' brother~!

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It was still a miracle of sort when his older brother had first volunteered himself to be their manager, and nonetheless, it thrilled Nikita to have his brother with him. It was a little frustrating though, to live with a set of rules and contracts while Ivan was their manager. He was not to come within a 50 metre radius, not to sleep in the same room, not to be seen alone with him, and the list went on. Yet he didn't mind it all, as long as he had his brother's presence here with him

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Oh. Oh! There's a body clinging to his arm. What a familiar feeling, there's also a familiar voice calling for him to stay, pleading for his attention. But he's ignoring that. He gave hugs and head pats! That's the limit to his affection for he already ran out of love to give today. He slides a hand down his arm and pushes the other away, his head turns slightly, looking at his little brother - the super star - out of the corner of his eye. His eyes are cold

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[ooc: No prob~ CR is fine between them too, and I'm okay with it. ^^ And no worries about using Prussia's thread for inspiration. The Mun and I kinda thought of something similar along that line too. ^_~]

Nikita got the message clearly, instantly letting his hands drop to his sides. He had overstepped his boundaries, nearly breaking the contract between the both of them. He would rather receive the look of affections in those purple eyes than the cold stare that could freeze hell over. His head hung slightly as he nodded and apologised. "Da, did not mean to do so. Was only too happy."

Ivan's next statements though made his blood chill as he followed behind his older brother, eyes widening in panic. "N-Nyet. No skinning and no socks. Nika still has need for her."

He couldn't be sure if Ivan was joking or not, half the time he was being serious, the other half only teasing, before making a U-turn and doing the exact opposite. But then again, he himself shared that same poker-face qualities, so he only hoped that his brother was

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"Da, da, Nika~"

He settles on the couch, the corners of his eyes crinkles in mirth as he laughs. Both at the interesting phrasing of his brother's words and at the thought of human skin socks. Maybe he should lay off the vodka. Maybe. He rummages through the messy dressing room and finds his precious bottle. Ah, maybe not. The relationship between a Russian and a bottle of vodka is mystical, after all. How could he defy that and not heed its call.

He drinks straight from the bottle and offers Nika the same sweet poisonous liquid while he talks on the phone. "-Nyet. Do not skin her. She has Nika's eye! ... Perhaps. We do not want to clean up either."

It is really hard to tell when Ivan is joking, because it's all the same for him. He laughs the same laugh, smiles the same smiles, whether the topic be gruesome or pleasantly normal. No one ever taught him to react differently. He shifts his attention back to his little brother, well, more specifically the bottle of vodka, but Nika is there too. "Da, Nika? You like white hair brat?"

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Nikita joined his older brother on the couch, though at a safe distance away, not caring about his surroundings. Whenever he was with Ivan, it was the same atmosphere. He let his brother talk on the phone as he accept the bottle from him, tipping his head back and letting the content guzzle down his throat, the burning sensation enough to ground him down back to reality

[cstoli]

"We think she sings well also! We like it when she sings, also." He chuckles, his vocal cords widen and he sounds octaves lower for a second before that chirp and cheerful laugh returns. The creases by his eyes doesn't lose it's strength, not even with the return of the bottle to his hand. Ivan happily drinks up the clear liquid and chases one burn with another. Ah, how his friend loosens his tongue and cleanses his mind. Even his clingy brother seems a bit more tolerable when there's vodka within reach

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Whenever there was vodka, it would put his brother in a sufficiently better mood. At least more tolerable than he might usually be, though it was also a double-edge sword, bringing out the worst of Ivan when he was in one of his moods. But then again, it was always so unpredictable when it came to his older brother. For now, Nikita was just pleased that Ivan was mostly on the 'high' mode

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This is good, this is very good. Of course, he is a little sadden by the fact that his little brother is growing up, thinking of marriage, but all of that gets absolutely trampled on by the happy thought that his brother won't be pursuing his obsessive quest for incestuous relations to him. He hums his approval and takes in more vodka, an arm curls around the bottle as he speaks. He is definitely in one of his high modes and Nika's words seems to fuel it all.

"To Nika and white hair brat's wedding? Of course! Big brother is good, da. We will of course come!"

He's just so happy for Nika! Maybe more affection is in order. His little brother's affections have obviously been placed on to another, so it's safe to be brotherly now, isn't it? Without thinking, he reaches a hand out and pets the top of his brother's head as a child would to a strange animal they've never seen before.

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Truthfully, Nikita had tons of affection and love for Ivan, and was still obsessive over his older brother. But at least the level of it had lessened, or more correctly, redirected and refocussed to her. At first, he had worried and feared about the conflicts within himself and how he truly felt for her, even more so when he didn't know how his older brother would take it.

But all that was washed away when Ivan agreed, and with such enthusiasm too! "Da... Nika is pleased that brat will come."

Oh... Oh!! Head pats! Nikita blinked at his older sibling, stunned for words as he allowed the other to reveal the rare affections that he had often seek. He didn't dare to move, nor to even speak, lest his brother decided that enough was enough. So Nikita just sat stock still, allowing the happiness to radiate through the light flush on his cheeks.