#alter; ivan

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Ivan’s cooked himself to death, but he was so happy about it. With his adoration of cooking, how could he not? Not to mention he was helping those in need. He knew what it was like to not have a home. To be starving and living in poor conditions. It was why he often did things like this, making gallons of soup or other food and drink for the homeless.

Though his usual disposition on the way home from these functions was ‘anxious’, being in the dark and all, he was still quite chipper.

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Another day, another stressor. But he’s glad to be able to cook for the New Year. He’s got his tree up, gifts prepared for coworkers and acquaintances, and the smell of food is wafting out of his chimney, the only place open enough to allow the scent out. Once he’s finished, he steps outside and begins towards his little car with the bundles of food to bring for donation.

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Upon arriving home, he tended to his mild injuries. It didn’t take long--he’d gotten far to used to tending to his own welfare when he was young, despite having a rather grim look at himself.

He took a shower, cleaned out any of the grit from his knuckles, checked on his lip (time to prepare for those stitches) and took the time to set up a nice, cool icepack for his eye. He applied what he could to keep them from infection before finally going to sit on his porch to take in the chilly night air. It was windy, but crisp, which was a lovely smell. Thank you, fall. Except it was in the high 30s. At least he could bundle up nice and cozy!

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Do you have a partner preference?

sexual sunday honesty! send my muse a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it honestly.

“Ehh... not really.” He shifts awkwardly. Despite never having had a partner, he has nothing in particular that piques his interest from the get go. “No one really has ever... ehhh... gotten my attention... even in a romantic way.”

Still, he thinks on it for another second. “Nice?”

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How many partners have you had?

sexual sunday honesty! send my muse a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it honestly.

"None.” As far as he knows, he’s being honest. However the answer isn’t quite so clean cut.

Alters lurk, however, and two have had several.

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@pocketsystem from here

The drunkenness was obvious. The smell alone alerted him to it. But the puffy, glassy eyes was a giveaway to what he was doing alone in the booth. Ivan’s brows furrowed a little as he inched in a little bit, hunching slightly so as not to hit his head. Ryan had confided in him before, so maybe Ivan could lend the poor young man a hand again.

“I am doing fine,” he said softly. He couldn’t remember for the life of him what had happened that night besides a group of drunks getting aggressive with him. “My nose is still sore, but it is fine.” He could handle it. “Are you okay? You seem like you are having a um... rough time, yes?” He hadn’t noticed the binder, really, past the sound, so he would brush it off. “I am happy to lend an ear, if that is what you need.”