I'm leeeeeaavi--arriving on a jetplane!

[amar_dulce_vin]

Who: Ivan Braginski and Ion Sollomovici
When: September 29th, late afternoon
Where: Le airport
What: Two cousins reunite. One is jubilant tolerant. The other...not so much.

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[das_vedanya]

He truly hated airports, but what he hated more than airports was the insistent irking of distant family members and their visions that every citizen in the United States was rich - which Ivan was not. He also could not afford to take another under his wing (excluding the fact that Yekaterina was still missing), but looking upon his cousin's smiling face - ah, that quality ran deep in the family veins - Ivan started to reconsider.

Because that expression just brought back such lovely memories. It was almost entirely worth the cab fair and the musings through security.

Before the poor Moldovan could get a few feet from the baggage claim, a leather gloved hand lashed out and caught in the strands of his hair. Ivan wondered why Ion insisted on keeping it this long, but it did make reeling him in significantly simpler.

"Добро пожаловать в Америку," he teased in a voice that sounded more akin to 'Добро пожаловать в ад.'

((ooc: 'Welcome to America' and 'Welcome to Hell', respectively.))

[amar_dulce_vin]

In his head echoed a long string of mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa in a high-pitched shriek, filling his mind with television snow and static and deafening him for a bare moment as the sea rose in his eyes. He craned his head around, pasting on what he hoped was a cheerful nothing-is-out-of-place sort of smile. He prayed the smile disguised the tears forming from both terror and the pain now arising from his scalp and neck.

"Ах, двоюродный брат Ивана! Как приятно видеть тебя так хорошо! Он был долгое время, не так ли? Я не был ... ждет вас. Это очень любезно с вашей стороны прийти и приветствовать меня. Я не был ... гм ... не ожидал вас. На всех. Не то чтобы это плохо! Я просто--"

He was babbling.

He knew it, and he knew that Ivan knew it.

He choked down a whimper as he was slowly slowly dragged back in, more effort devoted to keeping the smile on his face and pretending that Nothing Was Amiss.

He could only pray that nothing would be.

((ooc: "Oh, cousin Ivan! How nice to see you so well! It has been a long time, hasn'

You just called Ivan "Ivana"... ;D

[das_vedanya]

"Очень приятно видеть вас слишком~" Ivan purred in what to his ears sounded sincere, but to the Maldivian's sounded like nails on a chalkboard. A few heads turned; Ivan kept his hand tight around the split ends of Ion's hair until his cousin's wrist was within grasping distance. When his family member turned to face Ivan, the Russian smiled something sinister... then he noticed their height difference. Nonononono... this won't do; the last time the two saw each other, Ivan was still a teenager. Ion was a few inches dwarfing Ivan, and he would often remind him of this by placing his hands atop Ion's head and bearing all of his strength down on him to keep him that way. Obviously his methods had not worked

GT fail. To be fair, you just called a Moldovan a Maldivian. Tropics on the brain~?

[amar_dulce_vin]

As soon as he was released, he had to fight down the instinct to flee, flee far away and as quickly as possible. Besides, he'd never been able to evade Ivan for long. It was one of the world's inalienable truths, and it was impractical to try and deny it its plausibility