Gift of greetings

[dragon_viet]

Party favors

Comments

[chairman_yao]

*is nudged by his helpful sister* THE WEATHER! Yes. Utterly terrible I agree.

*drinks more of his punch to occupy his hands as he considers conversation topics, ah, of course!*

...America smells.

[dragon_viet]

Oh I absolutely agree Ivan! &hearts

*vaguely wonders if she should take advantage of the situation and if that would require a round of punch on the house*

[chairman_yao]

I agree that his shelf-righteousnesh *shakes his head again, ahem* self righteousness stinks of cheeseburgers. I do envy his manufacturing ability though... oh, no, wait I am the one who makes everything.

[dragon_viet]

*still considering this* [the her mun considers all the lovely time skipping Ly is apparently capable of]

*actually honest* I envy your manufacturing ability *punches his arm playfully* I just wish I had enough population of children to do all the labor for me. Alas, I am just an agrarian nation.

[pc finally unfreezes-spoke to soon- back on again]

[red_underthebed]

*Ivan hasn't heard either of them, because he is too busy thinking about the gentle curve of Yao's back and how nice it would look arched underneath hi--*

*Ivan chokes and abruptly downs the rest of his drink. He can't bring himself to eat the scorpion though*

Oh look, I'm out of vodka. I'll just...go get some more...

[chairman_yao]

*is brought out of the conversation at the sound of that choke and is compelled to make an observation*

Ivan is extremely tall.

*his mind keeps going tall ball fall wall small~ I am small~ Ivan is tall~ Ivan and me against the wall.... WHAT!?*

*is completely red and flustered but valiantly shakes his head clear getting back into the conversation* Yes. I make... good. *blinks* Stuff! Hahahaa... I make good products.

*takes a loooong drink to cover his embarrassment, where is his mind right now? honestly*

[red_underthebed]

*Meanwhile, at the drink table, Ivan is dismayed to find that even the punch has become infested. Ivan tries to figure a way out of this situation as he stirs the patriotic drink. The scorpions bob around merrily, like little sailboats*

[chairman_yao]

*fake sips from his empty cup a few times before accepting that the cup will not magically refill itself and drags himself over to the punch bowl - and Ivan. Pointedly not looking at him just in case he notices how Tall Ivan is again.*

[dragon_viet]

*watches with increasing feelings of suspicion as the two men join each other at the punch bowl*

...

*eyes narrow*