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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Attention-seeking was something Ivan was guilty of. For all his aloofness, he craved to be praised. He figured it was normal, that pride was a necessary evil to character. However, he had little idea that he was feeding into her love for attention. But even if he had known, would he had stopped? It'd be difficult to tell, because Ivan's rationality was tugging at him to go away. He closed his eyes. Any moment now Aurum should show up, he always did — but there was nothing.
Her British-accented introduction caused a singular eye to open once more. He had no idea of the weight behind her surname. Perhaps being raised by a pair of medics had stunted his admiration for politics. He noticed her change of demeanor when she repeated his last name.
Ivan was extremely frustrated to know he was related to nearly everyone. All he cared about was his nuclear family. He disliked the rude Typhoon kids who came to their border, despite them having the same surname. "Like you'd know." He scoffed. "You're just a fo —" His speech was cut off by a yelp as he lost his grip and tumbled to the ground in front of Mercede. He manages to land on all four paws but he stumbled on impact, his large ears laying flat against his skull. "Go away. You have a family, don't you?" He muttered in the dirt.
Her British-accented introduction caused a singular eye to open once more. He had no idea of the weight behind her surname. Perhaps being raised by a pair of medics had stunted his admiration for politics. He noticed her change of demeanor when she repeated his last name.
Ivan was extremely frustrated to know he was related to nearly everyone. All he cared about was his nuclear family. He disliked the rude Typhoon kids who came to their border, despite them having the same surname. "Like you'd know." He scoffed. "You're just a fo —" His speech was cut off by a yelp as he lost his grip and tumbled to the ground in front of Mercede. He manages to land on all four paws but he stumbled on impact, his large ears laying flat against his skull. "Go away. You have a family, don't you?" He muttered in the dirt.