My sofa brings all sorts of people in my house. And damn right it's comfier than yours.

[das_vedanya]

WHO: Ivan and Yao
WHEN: Saturday December 11th, Afternoon
WHERE: Yao's Apartment
WHAT: Ivan needs a place to stay, and Yao has no choice but to oblige.

Comments

[icarryapanda]

When he texted Ivan about kicking doors, he really meant it. There was no other way out of the house other than the front door; Otherwise, he would just leave the door as is, find another route, and be on his merry way of greeting his guest. Yao gave Ivan a good two minutes to clear the way the door might fly open to. He's confident at doing this immediate solution, he just wasn't sure to what extent the damage would be - the last doors he kicked were mostly metal

[das_vedanya]

The two minutes of silence in which Ivan stood outside of Yao's apartment with enough breadth between him and the door felt longer than the two minutes that passed since the text message. A crinkled soda bottle looked better than the expression Ivan imagined on his face when that door flew open with such force it was as if Yao's kick were hurricane force winds. He thought for a minute what it would be like to be the door, and smiled as Yao appeared on equal plane, thankful that that was not the case.

"Thank you, Yao," Ivan plucked his measly bag from his heels and took an insistent step toward the Chinese man's door. It felt strange to be inside and still see the hallway behind him. The door would need fixing. "How have you been?"

[icarryapanda]

As Ivan approached, Yao raised his chin an inch to look at him. "I've been well, sometimes lucky, sometimes not.." It's true! He had been lucky with the giant bear, and he had not been lucky with the door. Speaking of doors, that minor problem is now dealt with. He pulled it shut (as much as it can look like it was shut) by its knob, grabbed his phone sitting beside the hammer on the table, and led his guest to the living room.

Time for the bigger problem...

"Let's sit for a while, that bag looks heavy, aru". How does he take care of a Russian for five days without compromising the needs of said person?

Yao sat on the far left side of the couch, a motion for Ivan to drop his luggage and sit beside him.

"Would you like anything to eat? Something to drink?"

[das_vedanya]

Actually the bag wasn't entirely that heavy, comprising of a few sets of clothes and mostly paperwork, but the invitation to sit after standing in the hallway for nearly half an hour was inviting. The Russian waited for the awkward door to bolt closed behind him, feeling an odd mixture of "welcome to our home" and "hahahaha I've got you now" resonating in the room. He deposited the bag at the heel of the couch and placidly took a seat across from the Chinese man.

"I assume that you have hot water boiling for tea, da?"