not interested in deep conversations

[highbloods]

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Any
Summary: The Grand Highblood is not amused by the food but whatevs?
Warnings: The Grand Highblood.

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[vanavanushka]

It wasn't so much that Ivan dared, as Ivan didn't see much of a problem with sitting next to the adult troll. He had seen strange things in the tower--strange things happened every day, and the Grand Highblood might have been the strangest, but it wasn't as if he hadn't seen a troll before. After all one of the people he roomed with was one, albeit a young one whose horns resembled that of a cows. But regardless he settled down next to him, eating his oatmeal without much thought.

WHOA WHOOPS 3RD PERSON /edit

[highbloods]

The highblood seemed to pay little mind to the human to the side of him, but all of his instincts tingled violently at the intrusion. He almost striked out, but instead his eyes just widened to its fullest and stared down at him.

"You could have easily become a motherfucking shit stain where you all motherfucking sit, human."

It's okay! C: I didn't even notice. Haha. xD

[vanavanushka]

The Russian looked back at the other, pausing with his spoon part of the way to his mouth, brows furrowing slightly, and it took him a moment to decipher what the troll had said in the first place--really he was swearing worse than America--but still that didn't really help him see the problem.

"Chto?" There was a pause then, "Human? Ah, not so much. Nation. Though I am not sure they are having those where you are from."

;u; hehehe

[highbloods]

This human, er, nation had a strange sounding accent. Definitely something he found amusing, so that just won Russia some funny points with the highblood.

"Sure doesn't all sound like a fucking thing that we have," agreed the highblood, relaxing a little. "CARE TO MOTHERFUCKING EXPLAIN?"