sneaks around the house, trying to find some vodka...
points at her with the pipe "WHO are you."
jumps, sufficiently startled. "Aiieeee!" *backs a bit away, staring at the pipe nervously* "I-Ivan! I didn't k-know you were home!"
raises an eyebrow "How do you know my name?" presses the pipe on her neck "Spy?"
backs away as much as she can, panicking. "Ivan! Its me! Zima!" *tries to push the pipe away a bit* "And I'm no spy dammit!"
stares "...say something only Zima would know."
blinks. "You used to tell me a fairy tale about Old Man Winter until I fell asleep, because I was too afraid to be alone at night."
...nods "Da." lowers the pipe "...why were you sneaking like a burglar?"
looks grateful at the pipe lowering and shifts, trying to settle down. "I was looking for vodka..." *shrugs*
raises an eyebrow "It still doesn't explain the sneaking..."
turns, going back to looking. "I was afraid Liet was home and I didn't want to startle him. You know, being a girl and all...it seems THAT-
-plan sufficiently backfired, da~?"
hims "...Fair enough I guess." STARES now
looks triumphant when she finds a bottle and turns back, smiling but then looking a little creeped-out. "...da? What are you staring at?"
hums and plays with the pipe "you're a pretty girl."
blushes and eyes him a bit. "...thank you." *opens the bottle and takes a swig, still looking a bit nervous but flattered all the same*
nods "If somebody gives problems to you, tell me, da?"
nods, smiling a bit. "I will. Thank you~" *takes another drink and holds it out, offering some to Ivan*
takes it and sips more "...how have you been?"
leans against the counter, crossing her arms. "Besides getting used to the fact of having breasts? I am fine. You as well?"
laughs "I see... I am. Fine..."
chuckles a little bit as well, but then quirks an eyebrow. "That did not sound convincing..."
smiles "There's just a lot of things going on at the moment, Zima."
Zima
gives
small huff and nods, understanding. "I see." *makes a movement, wanting the vodka back. "Anything you wish to talk about?"
sighs, not knowing if he should tell her already
stares. "...Ivan?"
tilts head "...Alfred...likes me."
doesn't looked surprised and simply shrugs. "...I see. He mentioned it a while ago, but did not say for sure. He is sure now, da?" *gives-
-him a look, trying not to show that she was actually a bit upset.*
nods, Zima doesn't need to fake, he knows him "But... I don't wish to be Arthur's substitute."
nods, wanting that vodka back now, kthx. "That is understandable. But what are...your feelings towards him?"
Ivan
gives
it back "Alfred is..." tsks "I can't deny I like him. I always have."
happily takes a large swig, not looking at Ivan now. "Ah. Well then what is the problem, hm? If he is ready and you are ready...then..."
shakes head "We're not."
glances back at him. "...then what are you going to do?" *takes smaller sips, starting to feel sick now. And not from drinking.*
Ivan
wants
to hug him but knows better "Wait."
looks up completely, sighing quietly. "Then that is all you can do, da?" *takes a final looonng swig, nearly finishing the vodka and-
-stepping forward. "...I think...." *stumbles a little, looking perplexed* "...I do not know what to think."
blinks "And I think you're drunk..."
shakes her head, chuckling dryly. "Nyet~ I...do not get drunk THIS easy~" *is totally lying cause woah she's feeling tipsy*
hums "..." knows she speaks way more when drunk so "how are you feeling?"
leans up against the counter again, eyeing him. "I-I am fine..."
tilts head "...really?"
bites her lip, knowing what he is doing. "Da. I'm fine." *totally didn't mean to sound very bitchy just now*
smiles, he caught that "you do not sound fine."
Zima
is
not liking his smiling and she narrows her eyes. "What do you want me to say then, Ivan?"
crosses arms "The truth."
stays quiet for a moment, looking quite upset now. "...."
taps his fingers on his arm
Zima
is
annoyed by that and glares at him. "Fine alright! I am upset. But.....I just want Alfred...to be happy." *bites her lip, feeling very sick-
-now. "And...if he is happy with you, then...then fine." *grabs the bottle of vodka and pushes past Ivan, trying to escape to her room*
lets her go "...thank you."
hears him, but doesn't respond because she's already crying for no god damn reason....stupid woman body. She just stumbles into her room-
hoping she'll pass out or something.
...grabs another bottle of vodka and drinks, wishing he could get drunk for once
hasn't passed out yet, and finishes her vodka, staring at it for a moment before just starting to sob loudly and not being able to stop.
doesn't even feel like drinking, and walks to Zima's room
Zima
is
just curled up on her bed, trying to calm down.
opens the door and shows the vodka
((...this family and their vodka I don't even))
((Ikr? Its ridiculous XDD))
looks up, looking haggard and she wipes at her eyes, really hating the fact that this is the second time in a week that she's cried in-
-front of Ivan.
offers the vodka
sighs and stares at him, and then takes the vodka, staring at it sadly. "....thank you."
nods "Don't mention it..." stares at her
takes a huge swig and hiccups, rubbing at her eyes some more and then looking up at him. "...what? What do you want?" *is not bitchy, she's-
-just curious. :|*
tilts head "...Say sorry, I guess."
shrugs, downing some more vodka. "Don't be. I'm just emotional right now, for some reason. You....just don't be sorry alright. I would-
-hate that more..." *stares at him*
stares right back "...fair enough." would tell her she'll move on...but knows she wouldn't believe him
keeps staring for a second, but just shakes her head, staring at the vodka instead, and blushing at a random thought but not saying it.
comes closer, growing more confident since she isn't making him go away "What are you thinking about?"
blinks and looks up, looking flustered and kind of hazy. "Er? N-nothing...just random thoughts...that's all..." *takes a half-hearted swig*
raises an eyebrow "Do tell."
waves her hand, giving him an imploring looks. "Y-You wouldn't want to hear it, Ivan...probably too much..." *chuckles hollowly, still-
-quite flustered and really hoping Ivan wasn't going to push it*
Ivan
is
so going to push it "I don't like secrets... I won't get mad."
sighs. "I'm just.....I think I went after Alfred so fast because...I'm..." *blushes more* "Very sexually repressed..." *coughs, already-
damning herself for saying so and just curling up more into herself.* "Nevermind. This is ridiculous...just...t-thank you for the drink."
blinks, looking mortified.
...sits down now "...................... we. Need to talk."
scoots away a bit. "N-Nyet....its fine. I'm just drunk and talking too much....nevermind..." *thinks she may start crying again*
rubs his forehead "...you know where kids come from, don't you?"
blinks at him, like "are you really serious?!". "Da, Ivan. I know where they come from. I'm not 10 anymore."
nods "Good" was about to talk about bees "Then... you also know you need to be careful..."
nods. "Da Ivan. I know I know..." *curls up more, taking bigger sips* "I shouldn't have even brought it up alright...I'm sorry..." *knows-
-this is definitely not Ivan's forte and she feels really bad for dragging him into this*
sighs "Zima... do you really need release that much?" pats her back
shrugs a little, flinching slightly at the touch. "I-I don't know....I really feel like I do. But....I do not have someone...erm. Do do so."
blushes heavier.
((*To not do* :3))
keeps patting "I'd help if I could... you must. Find somebody..."
just shrugs and doesn't respond.
...stares
jumps and staaarress as well. D':
points at the window "out."
raises an eyebrow
keeps staring, sort of hiding behind Ivan. "....."
doesn't want him to leave. D: But god that was random...."Er?"
waves 8||||
grabs Alfred's arm and pulls him to Zima
watches. "Er...there is a-EEK!" *oh hi there Alfred D':*
stands up "Well, he said he'd help" stomps away
snorts
gapes after Ivan, knowing damn well what he meant but oh shit she's smothering Alfred. "Ah sorry!" *sits up, sort of straddling Alfred now*
blushes furiously. "SORRY! And..." *stares, poking her boob for a moment* "Don't men normally like these things?"
looks confused, but then sort of sadistic because she's still smashed whut. "Really now?"
sort of lays on top of him now, poking his nose. "Ah~" *is wondering wtf she's doing but this is amusing as hell*
((O-OTL;;; XDD))
stalks, taking notes
Zima
wonders
what the hell he means by that but keeps poking his nose, giggling. "Are you okay?" *is starting to feel bad. Just a little :3*
shivers, her eyes go wide. "E-Eeeeeeeeeehhh???" *THAT WAS A WEIRD FEELING OTL* "DA I THINK THEY ARE REAL."
Zima
wishes
her would let go because this is doing very bad things to her. "N-nnnstop it A-Alfreeeeed!" *wriggles*
blinks "what? Me?"
Zima
gives
him a flustered glare. "W-Why do youuu-! t-think?!"
...laughs "Alfred, you're gropping her, and it feels good"
mentally face palms and wriggles more. >': |
snorts "You know now."
...stares
stares as well D'8. "W-Wha...?"
nods "..." stands up and leaves "have fun"
((/sleeps))
((;A; *waves goodbye*))
stares after, gaping more and feeling VERY flustered and and oh dear god what did she do?!
((...sorry, didn't mean it to be such a diva off D: /leaves now))
((s'okay~ <33 *snuggles*))
stares back at him. ".....er?"
looks perplexed as she tries to slide off of him. "You...what?"
finally gets off, sufficiently flustered and jumpy as she stares at him. "Hrm..." *wants to change the subject so she grabs her-
-lonely vodka bottle and takes a swig, sitting on the bed, and going back to addressing Alfred. "...so why did you jump through my window?"
makes a slightly amused face. "....like Spiderman?" *giggles a little, relaxing a bit and taking another swig before offering it to Al*
shakes her head, kindly pulling the vodka back and finishing it off. "Well then...." *is so confused and hazy and wow Alfred was looking-
-very cute all flustered like that...."
stares, starting to feel weirdly giddy but still very confused and she fidgets. "Are you okay? Erm....I'm sorry...about all that. I'm..-
-sort of drunk right now." *blinks hazily, tilting her head*
sinks back down onto the floor, touching his shoulder. "Its okay~ I think...that's my fault, da? I'm really sorry..."
bites her lip, scooting closer. "I-I'm sorry....erm....you can uh...touch them again. If you want." *stares at him, definitely hoping-
-that was her drunk self talking cause oh dear god....*
blushes furiously, looking down. "It er..wouldn't be molesting if I'm willing...but uhm sorry! Nevermind nevermind...I'm just...-
-going to shut up now...." *bites her lip harder*
shrugs, looking back up at him. "I don't know! They must be! I'm just....so not used to this. But erm...yeah. Dear god I hope they are..."
throws her hands up. "I don
((*STABS ENTER KEY*))
"I don't know! I er....cause I like you...and god dammit. I'm drunk. This is bad..." *leans back against the edge of the bed, sighing and-
-running a hand through her hair* "I don't know Alfred..."
Zima
gives
him a sheepish smile. "Da."
bites her lip, staring at him with a scared expression, hoping he doesn't freak out. "..........d-da."
throws up her hands again. "Da Alfred! I....." *takes in a deep sigh* "Yes." *stares at him* "But do not....do not think me bad alright.-
-Like I have said I am very emotional and drunk and....just, very drunk...."
watches him carefully, but hands him the bottle.
watches him, looking nervous. "Alfred..? You know you do not...have to do this...." *stares at him*
quirks an eyebrow. "Erm...what was that?"
looks very confused. "Er.....?"
stares. "E-Erm...I just. I just really do. I don't know if its a sexual thing, because you are quite...erm handsome. B-But...your so fun-
-to be around. and..." *bites her lip* "You actually want to be friends with me." *thinks that was a horrible explanation, but it was-
-truthful all the same.*
holds a hand up to take away the bottle. "Are...you okay?"
smiles widely and gives him the most grateful look before pitching forward and pulling Alfred into a big, messy kiss. Just because.
slips her hands up to run through his hair, the little voice in her head telling her that this was bad starting to become a bit more quiet.-
-"Hmnn~" *sighs and pulls back, leaning against him* "I-I'm sorry....you just...told me exactly why I like you, Alfred."
shifts, sort of holding him close. "....t-thank you?" *giggles*
leans back to look at him. "..what do you want to do?" *gives him a slightly nervous, slightly playful look*
chuckles a little too. "That..would be very bad. Yet..." *stares at the door* "It seems...Ivan was okay? With it..." *quirks an eyebrow*
Zima
gives
a nervous chuckle, staring at him with a questioning look. "...d-do you want to~?" *smiles softly, leaning up on her knees and moving-
-so that she's completely leaning on him and holding his head in her hands.* "Its up to you..."
notices but sort of doesn't mind and just leans closer. "Is that a yes~?"
tilts his head up and smiles, definitely nervous but much to excited to stop. "I will take that as a "da~" *leans down pulls him into-
-another kiss, holding him close*
holds him there for a while, savoring the kiss and then tentatively running her tongue across his bottom lip. "Hmm~?"
looks startled and falls against the bed, staring at him. "W-What is it?!"
Zima
gives
him a perplexed and slightly hurt look. "E-Er...I-I'm sorry! You said....er...y-you want to stop?" *runs a hand through her hair-
-, staring nervously at him*
stares at the empty bottle and turns back to him. "...I-I can get you more. Hold on...." *gets up and runs to the kitchen, grabbing what-
-she can find and handing him another bottle. "E-Er....here...." *feels a little weird that he needs to be drunk in order to do this...but-
-god she wants it so badly* *She sits back down in front of him, holding a small bottle herself and taking a swig*
Zima
gives
a little smile, taking another swig herself and watching him.
nods softly, still watching him. "It is vodka~" *shifts, almost finished with her own drink and feeling quite...relaxed now~* "Hmm~"
watches him with a raised eyebrows and blushes hard. "Ah..." *shifts, scooting closer to him* "Are you okay?" *looks amused*
((*gigglesnorts~* XD <33))
scoots closer, giggling a bit. "You need to drink more vodka, da? You will get more used to it..." *leans forward, cautiously putting a-
-hand on his knee* "Do you....still want to, you know..." *tilts her head*
((<333 XD))
makes a small "er" sound at that and blushes heavily, looking nervous. But she eventually just shrugs, leaning closer. "O-Okay...?"-
-presses closer, pulling him into a chaste kiss and hoping he sort of know what to do, because she has nearly no idea;-
-especially in this body. :|