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[beartusks]

what if the bags under seven's eyes were just... eyeliner..

[opasnoe]

@the-great-fitziisms // continued

Ivan watches, bemused, at Fitzgerald’s poor recovery from his playacting. The real answer in this situation is that one must simply commit to the nonsense they’ve already got going, or at least transition without so much as a stutter or comment. One or the other, and Fitzgerald managed to smoothly avoid hitting either. Ivan snorts a laugh.

“I assumed as much.” Nothing indeed, my good sir. Nothing indeed. A pity that he gave up on it, this is a game Ivan likely would have played along with. But it’s too late for that now! Teasing is the remaining option, so that it shall be. Ivan pulls the seat in front of Fitzgerald’s desk back for himself and makes himself comfortable in the office. (It’s a nice chair. Being rich comes with sooo many perks. Ivan’s a bit jealous.) Ivan folds his legs, resting his hands on his knees in what he always assumed was a businesslike manner.

Ivan grins widely and innocently at Fitzgerald. It’s not a very good attempt at seeming like he didn’t see anything. He doesn’t mean it to be. “I did knock! But I believe you were a little bit too into your one-man play. I had no idea you wanted to be a pirate. Did story-telling as a child affect your head? Do tell me more.”

He could be nice and simply drop it, but... Ivan is not a nice man if it doesn’t profit him. He hums happily. “The tie did rather suit you when it was a headband.” (Ivan is trying so hard not to laugh.)