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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 14, 2012 22:27:17 GMT -5
Arthur settled himself in Ivan's lap and he whined like a child, "Noooo!" He wasn't exactly sure of what he was even saying anymore, but it was to the point where he just didn't seem to care whatsoever. So, Arthur knitted his eyebrows and looked Ivan straight in the eyes, "Fine. I'll do whatever the hell ya wan' me ter do as long as ya hold up yer end of the bargain".
"Yes, I'm comfortable," he said as he took another sip of the vodka before setting it down. Really, Arthur didn't feel the grass on his head so that's where the grass stayed. The only reason he did something when the grass was on his face was because.. well, it was on his face and he noticed that.
He rested his head on Ivan, totally relaxed. Strangely enough, this was one of the few times Arthur wasn't either crying his eyes out, extremely angry, or ridiculously horny, while drinking. Then again, whenever he was completely hammered, his emotions were completely unpredictable, of course, if no one went ahead to make him angry or sad. However, this wasn't saying that Arthur could be taking his clothes off one minute and then sitting back in Ivan's lap screaming nonsense the next.
Unlike Ivan, Arthur had no interest in the grass whatsoever. He was far more interested in the vodka. That being said, once more, the Englishman reached for the vodka, but was far too lazy to actually make an effort to get it.
"Bloody hell. Wakin' up tomorrow is gonna' be terrible."
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Post by Ivan Braginski on May 16, 2012 11:23:35 GMT -5
Ivan chuckled and idly patted Arthur's head like one would a dog, or a little kid. He then went back to sprinkling grass on the Englishman's blond head, making a circle with it, with hair sticking up in the middle.
"That was a smart decision Arthur, and I am glad that you are comfortable." He said slowly, reaching over and picking up the bottle of vodka himself, taking a large gulp of it before he handed it to the Brit who had been reaching for it, but not quite able to reach it. Ivan nodded a little when he heard what the other student said next though.
"Da, but tomorrow is a Saturday, that is why I make sure that I always get my vodka on a Friday, so I do not have to deal with annoying classes, and even worse teachers and students with a hangover." He said sensibly, nodding as he spoke.
He continued to pull grass from the ground, arranging it neatly on Arthur's blond hair, smiling drunkly as he did so, completely absorbed in his current random task. He ended up doing a lot of random stuff while drunk, even though he could usually barely remember what it was that he did, if he could remember it at all. He would have to talk to his supplier then, once he got over his hangover, to make sure that he added rum to his order for Arthur, along with the other alcohol he was getting for some of the other students, along with his sunflowers and other assorted random items.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 16, 2012 14:10:11 GMT -5
Arthur snuggled close to Ivan, letting the other put grass in his hair. Never would a sober Arthur imagine him being this close to the Russian let alone sit on his lap. Still, a drunk Arthur's opinion of Ivan was a bit different; he saw Ivan as more of a teddy bear.
"Mhmm." He took the vodka from Ivan and took a few sips before putting it on his own lap. Arthur let out a sigh and closed his eyes, which seemed to be much better, for when he had his eyes open, it looked like everything was spinning. Either way though, he couldn't shake the feeling of everything shaking as opposed everything moving with his eyes closed. Still, they both indubitably strange.
The Englishman whined a bit before lightly beating on Ivan's chest. He slurred his words, "But Ivan tomorrow is my study day and then Sunday is my readin' day. Wha' am I gonna' do?" Arthur stopped and took another sip of the vodka, "I don' wan' a hangover".
Whenever Arthur got a hangover, he tried his very, very best to forget it because he was more miserable than he was normally. Like when he's drunk, the hangover usually entails quite a bit of negative emotions, which were typically more memorable than the drunken emotions.
Though, he continued to whine and cry still. "What am I gonna do? I don' wanna fail school! I don' wanna go back home and see my family," he growled, "I. Hate. Them". |
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Post by Ivan Braginski on May 16, 2012 14:33:04 GMT -5
Ivan pet Arthur some more, patting the grass into the blonde hair without really noticing what he was doing. He listened to the other student freak out about when he was going to undoubtedly going to wake up with a nasty hangover, as he looked around at the now very fuzzy looking clearing. He kept petting the Englishman idly though, not noticing really noticing that he was petting him, spaced out as he was right now.
"It will all be okay, da? I manage to get studying and homework done with a hangover every week usually. Besides, one day of missed studying will not make you fail and be sent home. So do not worry." He assured the other student, smiling lopsidedly.
Ivan reached out and grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a drink from it before setting it back in Arthur's lap. The world spun as he set it back down, and the part of Ivan's mind that could still think coherently wondered just how drunk he was. He shrugged it off though, knowing that he had likely been more drunk before. He patted some more grass down on Arthur's hair in sympathy.
"Do not worry, you will not have to see your family unless they turn up here. That is one of the reasons that I came here, da? To get away from family that I do not get along with."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 16, 2012 14:53:17 GMT -5
Arthur gave Ivan a lazy smile as the other patted Arthur's head. It seemed like Ivan petting made everything better. Though, the grass was probably going to be stuck in Arthur's hair. In fact, the Englishman would probably forget about the grass and it was most likely just going to fall out of his head, causing him to wonder where it might have came from.
Though, Arthur continued to whine, "But I daan't wanna fail, Ivan!" He knitted his eyebrows and thought of the classes he had homework in. However, he could hardly even remember what happened that day besides drinking with Ivan. It felt like all he did that day was drink vodka, not that it was a problem, really.
He let out a sigh and rested his head back on Ivan. Even being completely hammered hadn't made him forget his brother entirely. Arthur didn't even want to know what they would be like at a school like this. For the tournament or even in the halls, they'd probably beat up Arthur every chance they'd get. Frankly, it scared him quite a bit, even though he'd never admit to it.
"I 'ope they daan't turn up 'ere... They're a bunch of bloody gits." Arthur frowned and reached for the vodka taking a sip and then looking into the bottle. "There's only a lil' bit left. Do ya want the last of it?" |
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Post by Ivan Braginski on May 16, 2012 19:06:55 GMT -5
Ivan kept petting Arthur like he was some sort of dog, or cat, or some other cute fluffy animal that people pet, only half-listening to the English student now, as he spaced out, while smiling almost dreamily at his surroundings.
"Hm... if you need help with studying or anything tomorrow then just come and find me and I will help you, da?" He told the other student, since Ivan himself had to get quite a bit of work done himself tomorrow, and he wasn't looking forwards to doing it, with or without a hangover. Ivan smiled though and took the bottle of vodka from Arthur.
"Da, I would like the last of it." He told the other student, before tipping his head back in order to drain the bottle, dropping it and letting it fall onto the grass when he was done with a soft clunk. he watched the bottle roll on the grass a little ways away.
"You can expect your first shipment of rum next week though, da?" He told the Brit, still idly petting his hair. He reached over with his other hand, plucking some grass up and sprinkling it on the Englishman's blonde hair, patting it down so that it was tangled in his hair.
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