ooc:
I should put this account on hiatus along with most of my others, since Origami-kun has been on hiatus for over a month now.
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*He blinks before laughing softly* Goodness, coming on a little strong aren’t you? *Dark Ivan let out a pretend sigh* Oh, I suppose I can stick around for a while.
I feel like i’m dying! And if I die, the blame’s going to be on you, got it?
-Fyo meant nothing with those words, he just didn’t want to be home alone and sick.-
(Source: negativekarelin)
…Fine. Sit here and be bored then. *He shrugs and makes as if to leave*
Hey! You ain’t leaving me like this, copy cat.
-He grips Dark Ivan by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back.-
(Source: negativekarelin)
I’m sick.
Someone entertain me.
You’re sick, Fyo? *concerned*
I have a sore throat and a bad cough, yes.
… Please don’t give me that pitiful look.
He blinked at the sound of someone falling that was followed by a shrill voice. Pulling a face, he sighed a little. He wasn’t one to usually bother himself with other people’s problems, but curiosity got the better of him and he went searching for the source of the sound.
The warehouse was dark and seemingly empty, but something told Dark Ivan to keep his guard up. Strange. how the woman had suddenly gotten so quiet.
-Fyodor was pleased- no over the moon that that little hero had fallen straight into his trap. Now let the games begin. Fyo let his hand creep from the darkness, shutting the door and locking it behind who he believed to be Ivan.-
I’m very glad you could join me.
-Striking a match and lighting a candle, Fyodor stood out, the shadows on the floor retreating from the light he held.-
(Source: negativekarelin)
*Dark Ivan was minding his own business as he strolled down past the old warehouses in the lower district. Nothing planned, he figured he’d be in for another dull, boring day.
He had no idea how wrong that would turn out to be*
-Fyodor didn’t like the look of the man he watched, the smell he gave wasn’t one of Fyodor’s favourite’s either. Perhaps it was because he reminded him too much of that goodie two shoes, Ivan. That’s who this guy looked… exactly like? Fyodor’s smirk suddenly grew.
Sliding back down the ladders, Fyodor dropped back to the floor purposely with a loud thumb, using his power to change his voice into that of a woman’s he had once teased.-
Oww! Help!
-He screeched in her voice, quietly picking himself up to hide in the shadows.-
(Source: negativekarelin)
