"Wang Yao!" Ivan beat the ball of his fist firmly against the wood of the door. He kept tossing glances over his left shoulder as if there was someone following him. But he did feel like it. His boots... his poor boots that were once worn by his father in WWII to fight against the Germans were cradled in his arms like an infant.
And his feet felt so... exposed!
The shame of wearing open-toes shoes! He felt so out-of-character.. as if he had been placed in the body of an entirely different person. He wiggled his toes and cringed at the sensation of wind between them.
WUT'S GOING ONsue_ur_wokJuly 28 2009, 09:42:04 UTC
Yao cautiously emerged from his room, not at the knock at the door but at the sound of his roommate's voice. His roommate's annoying voice. "Yong, why are you shouting? Stop being rude."
He sighed. As much as he didn't want visitors at this time (oh, his shaaaame), you couldn't just try to slam a door in someone's face, even if they were a Jehovah's witness or door-to-door salesmen. Did people still do that? He shoved Yong aside with a little more force than necessary. "Who is it anyway? Get out of my way, you-"
Oh.
Oh, God.
Out of sheer panic, he slammed the door in Ivan's face.
Ivan stiffened. The corner of his mouth stiffened in an attempt to keep his furious expression unchanged. He remembered seeing this boy last night. An unpleasant sensation churned deep in his stomach; he could feel the frozen metal of his pipe against his hip. Oh, how badly he wanted to pull it out and decorate it with Yong's blood... he resisted the urge and cleared his throat.
And these terrible rumors that Kiku started about Ivan being Yao's boyfriend? And now being caught in these terrible shoes. It was just not his day...
"I haven't the time for you," Ivan hissed in a tone that could turn fresh milk sour, "Your 'Aniki' owes me something."
Be barely had a moment to get those words from his lips before the man of the hour arrived.
"Yao, you--"
SLAM.
Ivan ran a hand through his hair, dragged it over his face and reached for the door to knock. AGAIN.
Yao was so startled that he dropped one of the boots, it landing with a heavy thud dangerously close to his bare toes. He almost bent over to pick it up until he realised that he couldn't quite touch his feet (only some of the time! Today wasn't a flexible day!), and skipped that potentially embarrassing fiasco by sinking to his knees to scoop it up.
"You... want to..." He looked up at Ivan with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he struggled to keep from shouting or cursing himself out loud. Damn him! Didn't he notice the nod? The pointed stare? He must have, and now he was just toying with him.
His gaze suddenly flicked down to Ivan's sandals, which were far too close to him at this angle, and he smirked. "Please remove your shoes before coming inside."
HAHAHAHAKOLKOLKOLdas_vedanyaAugust 7 2009, 08:26:53 UTC
Ivan hid a secret smile behind the folds of his beige scarf and happily freed his feet of their uncomfortable sandals. He flexed his toes and placed his chin between his thumb and forefinger as he walked inside and closed the door behind him.
"Something the matter Yao?" He just loved it when people made such troubled faces.
YOU ASSHOLE D<sue_ur_wokAugust 7 2009, 10:16:08 UTC
Your feet. Your face. You. Yao eyed his scarf and considered asking him to remove it, but quickly thought better of it: he hadn't ever seen the man without it. Style clearly wasn't one of his concerns either - wasn't a scarf with... flip-flops considered bad taste? So Ivan must've had a good reason for dressing so ugly!
"Be quiet, Yong Soo. He is a g.... A g-" the word stuck in his throat and he let out a little sigh. "A guest, all right?" He shrugged off the hand at his shoulder and tucked a flyaway hair behind his ear. This had better be over quickly or he might kick the Russian out himself.
To him he responded with an, "Of course not, Ivan," putting a subtle yet curt edge to his name, and then gestured to their sofa, feeling oddly like some sort of attendant. Manners, Yao, manners, he reminded himself.
"Yong, can you put the kettle on?" He cleared his throat gently. "Now."
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And his feet felt so... exposed!
The shame of wearing open-toes shoes! He felt so out-of-character.. as if he had been placed in the body of an entirely different person. He wiggled his toes and cringed at the sensation of wind between them.
He hammered his fist against the door again.
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He sighed. As much as he didn't want visitors at this time (oh, his shaaaame), you couldn't just try to slam a door in someone's face, even if they were a Jehovah's witness or door-to-door salesmen. Did people still do that? He shoved Yong aside with a little more force than necessary. "Who is it anyway? Get out of my way, you-"
Oh.
Oh, God.
Out of sheer panic, he slammed the door in Ivan's face.
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And these terrible rumors that Kiku started about Ivan being Yao's boyfriend? And now being caught in these terrible shoes. It was just not his day...
"I haven't the time for you," Ivan hissed in a tone that could turn fresh milk sour, "Your 'Aniki' owes me something."
Be barely had a moment to get those words from his lips before the man of the hour arrived.
"Yao, you--"
SLAM.
Ivan ran a hand through his hair, dragged it over his face and reached for the door to knock. AGAIN.
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"You... want to..." He looked up at Ivan with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he struggled to keep from shouting or cursing himself out loud. Damn him! Didn't he notice the nod? The pointed stare? He must have, and now he was just toying with him.
His gaze suddenly flicked down to Ivan's sandals, which were far too close to him at this angle, and he smirked. "Please remove your shoes before coming inside."
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"Something the matter Yao?" He just loved it when people made such troubled faces.
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"Be quiet, Yong Soo. He is a g.... A g-" the word stuck in his throat and he let out a little sigh. "A guest, all right?" He shrugged off the hand at his shoulder and tucked a flyaway hair behind his ear. This had better be over quickly or he might kick the Russian out himself.
To him he responded with an, "Of course not, Ivan," putting a subtle yet curt edge to his name, and then gestured to their sofa, feeling oddly like some sort of attendant. Manners, Yao, manners, he reminded himself.
"Yong, can you put the kettle on?" He cleared his throat gently. "Now."
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