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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
The Deathless Hound Tavern was not somewhere you'd find Ivan. He preferred the library over the tavern any day, and he had an extremely, almost laughably, poor sense of taste in food. Ivan usually felt very uncomfortable in loud, boisterous company. This, of course, became a moot point when he caught sight of Atticus going in there. His angular ears pricked forward, betraying his interest. He was on his way to the library, as always.
Atticus seemed so much more sociable and likable than Ivan. In his perception, Atticus was quite the entertainer despite being so young. Ivan wasn't even able to figure out himself! The scrawny black kitten chewed thoughtfully at the inside of his lip, debating with himself. He shook his head, smoothed down a cowlick on his shoulder and followed after his brother. He wasn't very pleased to see that he had wandered into what was, in his opinion, a game that would sooner turn him into a ruffian than an intellectual.
"Your pun, or whatever that was, is terrible, little brother." Ivan chuffed hotly, but awkwardly straightened up when he noticed Aurum had decided to join the game. Seeing as only Ivan himself was to blame for sticking around, he sat back on his haunches and decided to let it happen. "Truth or dare." The young cat offered to whoever was next.
// I'm going to put what Ivan would say in response when the next poster chooses truth or dare, just so there's not too much waiting
Truth: "If you could swap bodies, and theoretically their life and history as well, with any Tangler, who would it be and why?"
Dare: "Speak in a foreign accent of your choice for the rest of the game. Ah, actually, until sundown!" (Could also sorta make it into a separate thread, but doesn't necessarily have to be)
Atticus seemed so much more sociable and likable than Ivan. In his perception, Atticus was quite the entertainer despite being so young. Ivan wasn't even able to figure out himself! The scrawny black kitten chewed thoughtfully at the inside of his lip, debating with himself. He shook his head, smoothed down a cowlick on his shoulder and followed after his brother. He wasn't very pleased to see that he had wandered into what was, in his opinion, a game that would sooner turn him into a ruffian than an intellectual.
"Your pun, or whatever that was, is terrible, little brother." Ivan chuffed hotly, but awkwardly straightened up when he noticed Aurum had decided to join the game. Seeing as only Ivan himself was to blame for sticking around, he sat back on his haunches and decided to let it happen. "Truth or dare." The young cat offered to whoever was next.
// I'm going to put what Ivan would say in response when the next poster chooses truth or dare, just so there's not too much waiting
Truth: "If you could swap bodies, and theoretically their life and history as well, with any Tangler, who would it be and why?"
Dare: "Speak in a foreign accent of your choice for the rest of the game. Ah, actually, until sundown!" (Could also sorta make it into a separate thread, but doesn't necessarily have to be)