(and a little ivanya :3)
VALENTINE'S DAY MAY BE IRRITATING at the best of times (and, truthfully, this could hardly count as the best by a long shot), but at least the boxes of chocolates tended to be worth sampling. besides, it's bad form to say no when a sampler of the stuff ends up in his possession and makes its way home with him.
ivan calls it heading a tantrum off before it starts when he opens the heart-shaped box up and holds it out to his double. the action of offering what is ostensibly 'romantically symbolic' to something that shares his face, however, feels patently absurd. still...
"don't take them all," a warning, as though he could really stop it if it insisted on taking the whole thing anyway. "but try a few."
( ivan's adoption day! / @harerazor )
it doesn't really have the awareness to ask about the shape of the chocolate box. and even if, the treats themselves were far too distracting to really care. vanya immediatelly hovers closely over them, trying to decide which praline to try first. it can't decide what to base its decision on— the shape or the smell? albeit subtle, it can tell that each appears to have a different filling, some are even covered in different kinds of chocolate...
so, of course, the only obvious answer is to try all of them. it tries to do just that, using both its human hands as well what handful of shadowy tendrils it can call forth, only to be stopped mid-grab by ivan's stern words. it glares up at him through thick eyelashes, unmoving. like caught red-handed— quite literally.
“ why not? ” it whines, but settles on plucking out two at a time. tries— then makes a face when it bites into one filled with rum. the other, with hazelnut filling, is way tastier. “ are you going to give the rest of it to till? ”
