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Happy Valentines! Your Love Is Toxic!

Who: EVERYONE
What: CUPIDBOTS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTIMES DAY
Warnings: None yet, but will be updated if that changes

Ah, February 14th. A day for loving lovers to love... But at Smash Academy, it meant something else...

At the crack of dawn, they appeared. Tiny robotic cherubs wielding bows and arrows. Those who had been at the academy for some time knew what they were: The Cupidbots. Obnoxious, potentially life-ruining robots with one mission: Fire their arrows at unsuspecting passers-by, causing them to fall in love with the first person they saw for the next 24 hours. They would be gone by the next day, but still for the best to try and avoid them.

WHAT DO?

[[Go ahead and start up your own threads for random happenings, planned ships, or just throw your characters out and see who bites!]]

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Not only was Ivan not too familiar with the holiday, he didn't care either. Any warnings about the cupidbots had been ignored, and he went about his daily life as usual. There wasn't an ounce of holiday spirit in him.

So far he had been lucky enough to avoid any stray arrows, and was currently spending his time in one of the lounges, munching on food he'd brought back from town.

Even if Ivan knew more about the holiday, he wasn't the sentimental type. He was far too greedy to give gifts, but he absolutely revealed in accepting them. After all, he was worth it.

((ooc: I have plans for who he'll fall for already, and one person who will fall for HIM...and I'm open to doing anything else~ LET HIM SPOIL YOUR HOLIDAY SPIRIT??))

Ron was totally gonna get the hell out of this school today. He had a wife at home waiting for him and he was going to leave the night before. It was going to be great, and romantic, and, and, and... ...Except he hit his head and fell unconscious. Poor, unfortunate Ronnie would not be uniting with his Dessie on the night of the 13th, rendering him useless until early morning of the 14th. And by then, he'd already been shot by one of the Cupid Bots.

All it would take is for Ron to walk past someone, and everything would fall into place. He didn't even see it coming, nor did he suspect a thing.

That's what led him here today, running down the halls in hopes of getting out of the school before the day was over. Ohh, he still had to go out and buy her even more gifts on top of the beautiful necklace he'd gotten her, and the earrings, and the dinner reservations at--

Those thoughts were thrown out the window once he flung open the door to the lounge and saw Ivan. ...Ivan. His face heated up, and Desirée was no longer his focus. In fact, for that moment, Ron couldn't even remember why he was in such a rush to leave! But standing in the doorway like that wasn't doing him any good, and he felt stupid just gawking like that and admiring the man in front of him. He had to at least say something if he was just going to stare at him like that...!

He swallowed. "Ahh, umm... H-Hi... Hi there...?" Way to go.

Ivan looked up at Ron, his eyebrow quirking at that curious blush of his. The stuttering didn't seem to be anything unusual when considering the last time he'd talked to this man...but he took it as a sign of fear and respect regardless. This all delightfully reminded him of the soldiers and scientists who would cower in Ivan's wake back at Groznyj Grad, lowering their eyes to the ground, trained to stutter that they liked it when he hit. Having that sort of power over another man...

Ohh, and it made him want to hurt Ron too, to really give him a reason to cower, but Ivan couldn't. Not here, and not in his current position. Technically speaking...this man outranked him by being in security! What a shame.

"Hey~" He clicked his teeth down on his fork with a smile. "What are you just standing around for? Sit down~"

Edited 2013-02-16 08:43 (UTC)

[[ooc: OH MY GOD I thought I sent this last night but I guess my internet died while I was sending it... I'M SO SORRY]]

If he wasn't blushing enough before, now he was a total mess. He wrung his hands and held them close to his chest, withdrawing into himself out of nervous habit. Overwhelming feelings of love and adoration flooded over him for Ivan and he just couldn't figure out why his feet wouldn't budge. Was it a fever? Maybe it's because he felt as though he were going to melt.

"S-Stand, I-I mean, sit down... O-Over there, umm... I mean, y-yes! Well, yeah, I-I can d-do that, of course...!" It was really hard to describe just how many shifts in expression and apparent emotion Ron went through in such a short period of time, from fear, to exasperation, to bottled-up joy, aside from his regular nervousness. His head lolled to the side for just a moment and he opened his mouth, just about to protest, but then he looked down to his feet. He felt frozen to the spot, as though he couldn't fight against gravity and win. But if he didn't...

Ron forced himself to move, awkwardly moving away from the door and moving lightly across the floor and over to Raikov. He could feel his heart pounding harder and faster as he moved closer, and by the time he made it to Ivan, he practically had no choice but to sit down for fear that he might just faint. So he did, albeit stiffly with his posture remaining rigid. His eyes darted about the room: he just had to distract himself from Ivan, who he just realized was so attractive that he sure beat out anybody he'd ever met as far as looks were concerned, and...

He was staring again, appearing taken by Ivan's beauty.

((pfff it's fine, no worries))

Ivan simply sat back with a smile, taking in all of Ron's nervous habits and his flustered composure. He read every expression that crossed his face, and wondered just what was causing each of them.

The last time they had talked, Ron hadn't been nearly as nervous. Then again, Ron hadn't seen Ivan's face last time either. He had already had his suspicions about the other man's...preferences, and this was certainly fortifying them tenfold.

This wasn't just Ron being afraid of him, oh no, not with the way he was staring.

"Do you like what you see?"

Ivan wasn't even trying to be subtle.

Just then, he really did want to faint. He was sure it would happen, and now as as good a time as any...

But instead of falling over, Ron jumped up and did quite the opposite: his fists balled up and he held them close to his person, tense as ever, if not moreso. "Wh-Wh-Wh-WHAAAAAT?!" he screeched, clearly in defense of his prior actions. Only now did the thief realize what he'd been doing, and it wouldn't leave him without a streak of severe embarrassment. "I... I... I-I-I don't know wh-what you mean by th-that, no way! I mean, that's not to say that I don't understand what you're insinuating, and it isn't to say that I don't think that you aren't attractive, yes, but I don't get it and that's not what I was doing and Iwasn'tstaringforanyreasonatall!"

Wow, that wasn't obvious at all. Even Ron knew it. What if he'd offended Ivan on accident? That wasn't his intention at all... "...Oops. I guess... I guess I messed that... up... I'm sorry... P-Please... Please forgive me..."

And just like that, he slumped back down into his chair, letting his head droop in pure embarrassment. He was never any good at handling situations like this, was he?

Edited 2013-02-18 11:18 (UTC)

Ivan watched Ron's little stuttering outbreak with an amused smile, his chin propped up in one hand. Everything about his composure was cool, confident, and just a little devilish. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to this poor, stuttering mess of a man, and he waited until Ron sat back down to do it.

Scooting closer, he took his free hand and traced it over Ron's thigh just under the table.

"I forgive you~ You're just nervous, and that's alright. I can understand, after all, this the first time you've seen me, isn't it?"

The man...was such a masochist. Ohh, Ivan was going to have fun with him.

Ron's mind went almost completely blank, and all he could do was focus on the tone of Ivan's words and his hand against his thigh. It was enough to make him want to start crying, or maybe just stare ahead with his mouth agape and his eyes fixed on Ivan's strikingly gorgeous features. Nervous... is that what he looked like? He was pretty sure it was more than just nervous.

"Y-Yes," he replied without giving the question too much thought. He felt incredibly jittery suddenly, but he tried to quell it to the best of his ability. He couldn't distract himself from the electric feeling of Ivan's fingers tracing over his thigh, though...! But he had to! He just had to! "I'm never- I m-mean, oops, ummm... I've never s-seen you b-before, yes... Is what I mean..."

Ivan bit his bottom lip, utterly exuberant with this sudden turn of events. Unfortunately they were out in the open, with people around, and Raikov couldn't risk doing anything too risque..

"Well, luckily for me I already had the chance to get accustomed to your beautiful visage, otherwise we both might be sitting here in shock~"

That hand of Ivan's gets a little more daring, tracing around Ron's inner thigh.

Ron let out a choked gasp. He could feel his heart racing and he wanted to shift uncomfortably, but at the same time, he felt frozen to the spot. This flattery, Ivan's forwardness, his deft fingers... No, he didn't think he could handle it on top of everything else. But he stayed still anyway.

"Hihh...! Erm, y-you really m-mean it...?" he asked shyly, trying to distract himself to the best of his ability. "E-Even so, I don't th-think I compare to you, not a-at all... Hee..."

Ivan was impossibly attractive to the thief, but to top that all off, his voice was smooth and calming. If there was anyone he wanted to stay with for the rest of the day, Ivan managed to top his memory of Desirée by far - or perhaps that was the work of the Cupid Bots. Who could say? Regardless, though he also tried to calm himself while in Ivan's presence, Ron remained mindful of his increasingly intimate touch. Way too many things that made him want to melt...

"Of course," Ivan reassured Ron, leaning in close so he could speak into his ear.

"And maybe not, but you're still beautiful. His hand trailed up a little further, dangerously close Ron's groin. Suddenly he draws back, putting a normal distance between the two of them.

"I just remembered something!" He propped his chin up against the back of his hand, grinning.

"Today's Valentine's Day, riiight?" Ivan doesn't say anything more just yet, hoping Ron will catch his not-so-subtle drift.

Edited 2013-02-25 09:00 (UTC)

Valentine's Day! The date had totally slipped Ron's mind. Somehow, he felt as though there was something important he was supposed to be doing, and that forgetfulness made him a bit anxious. But he wouldn't demonstrate that; after all, nobody seemed quite as important to him as Ivan at this moment, and avoiding the prompt might come across as strange. So as far as he was concerned, he had no plans for the rest of the day. Not if Ivan wanted him to stay with him.

"Y-Yes! I-It is!" replied Ron, almost a bit too enthusiastically. The way Ivan posed the question made it seem as though he took a mutual interest in him... Could it be so? He clasped his hands together, feeling the sensation of butterflies in his stomach. Oh, but if he wanted anything from Ivan, he should be more assertive...

"Ah-! Umm, if it isn't t-too forward of me," he began, tilting his head to the side, "M-Maybe, if you don't h-have any other plans... ..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his request. He felt far too nervous to continue after he realized that he really was being forward about it.

When Ivan had woken up this morning, the last thing he had expected was to have such a beautiful man become suddenly enamored with him. It was almost too good to be true; Smash Academy suddenly wasn't looking so bad.

So as Ron spoke Ivan leaned in, his eyebrows quirked curiously, seemingly hinging on slightly younger man's every word and bidding him to continue his proposal.

"If I don't have any other plans...what?"

Oh no, Ron wasn't getting out of this so easily. Ivan wanted to hear it; he wanted Ron to ask it himself, not allow Ivan to fill in the blanks.

"Ah- Ah- Hah... Uhm... Th-That is... Erm..."

Wow, how could he ask this question? A million ways to phrase it passed through his mind, but once he noticed that Ivan had become even just a little closer, all of those ways became one jumbled mess. He'd have to start over with that, somehow.

"I-If you don't have... Any o-other plans... Maybe we c-could..." Ron took a deep breath before continuing; "Spend some time together...?" He steeled himself for rejection, as though he expected it fully. He wasn't very confident in himself, not at all.

Ivan waited in glorious anticipation as Ron stuttered out the words. The older Russian already had his acceptance all worked out, so as soon as Ron was finished he coolly replied.

"Well...I don't usually accept these sort of offers..."

Playing hard to get was too much fun, and Ivan would seem desperate if he so readily accepted Ron's advances, now wouldn't he?

"...but I guess I can make an exception this once."

With that settled, Ivan slide off his chair and rose to his feet. "So, where do you want to go?"

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