[EVENT: BEACH TIME!]

[thenotsostraightman]

[Normally, one might count walking into a standard classroom only to find a bright, sunny beach instead to be a very pleasant surprise. But as Tadakuni stood there; blankly trying to wrap his head around what just happened- Only one question plagued his mind enough to dwarf all other concerns.]

.......

WHY AM I IN SCHOOL TRUNKS AGAIN!?

((OOC: Welcome to the Beach Room! Once inside, everyone who enters will suddenly appear dressed in swimwear of some kind. Unfortunately, those who try to leave will find an invisible barrier blocking them from exiting the room for at least 3 hours. So have fun, take a swim, play some volleyball, enjoy the cheesy beach-party music, or find some other activity to occupy your time! Emergency suntan lotion will of course be instantly available for all you beach-goers to avoid a nasty sunburn!)) 

Comments

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy's actually pleasantly surprised by this room. The water looked clean, the sand didn't seem to have sharp glass sticking out of it, and the babes were always a plus! Of course, ever since his little encounter with Anna and how badly he choked, he's been seriously thinking about things.

Like how big of a loser he actually is, for one. But it's over now! And the best way to make himself feel better is to flirt with lots of ladies (and gents), get humiliatingly rejected, and all will be well again. He won't even think about how big of a freak that makes him he'll totally just enjoy it.

So naturally, seeing a pretty boy faced down in a thong, Roy decides this is the perfect opportunity to remind himself of who he is! Which he's...not sure of. Someone who likes getting treated like crap? Nope, promised himself he wouldn't think too hard about it! Oh look his feet already carried him over to the blond's spot. He takes his own beach towel in hand and places it a bit away, and taking a seat.]

So...you wearin' space pants? 'Cause your ass is outta this world.

[Yup.]

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan doesn't notice Roy until he speaks, and when he does, he really wish he hadn't. The older Russian turns his head to shoot Roy a wry, displeased look. He didn't mind being flirted with, but that was just awful.]

Was that seriously the best thing you could think of? Space pants?

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy has this odd, pleased feeling of satisfaction when Ivan looks completely displeased. It was familiar. Which is what allows him to confidentially laugh it off.]

What? No good? I guess I could have just said "great ass" but that sounded too crude for someone like you.

[WINK.]

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan props his arms up and rests his chin in his hand. He continues to look horribly unamused by Roy's flirting attempts.]

Do I know you...? [He looks oddly familiar, and Ivan leans forward a bit to squint at him.]

I swear I've heard that horrendous accent before.

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy raises a brow.]

I think I'd remember someone like you, gorgeous-

[Wait.

Wait.

OH FUCK. Of all the people he chose to serenade with bad flirts!]

...You?

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan quirks a brow. So this Yankee recognized him? Then where did he know him from...?]

Yes, me. Now where have I met you? [He narrows his eyes again, this time suspicious.] ...Since you obviously know me.

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy looks off to the side, looking a little annoyed now. He never quite acted as bad as he did in that room, but he remembered how he felt and it was enough to damper his mood a little.]

You probably wouldn't remember me 'cause you were half asleep when I met ya.

[ivantheterrible]

Oh. [Ivan doesn't look all too surprised by the accusation. In fact, it seems to make perfect sense to him!

He nods a bit as he starts to speak.]

That explains it.

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy gives Ivan a long stare, before quirking a brow.]

What, is that a common problem with ya or somethin'?

[ivantheterrible]

Well, I have... [And Ivan stops, making a face as he wracks his brain for a word.]

That...problem. That makes you sleep a lot. I don't know the English word for it.

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy snorts.]

I think the word you're lookin' for is "laziness", guy.

[Har, har, har.]

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan narrows his eyes at Roy, clearly not amused.]

Uhhh...no. It's a medical disorder!

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy just finds that look cute, so he merely chuckles.]

Narcolepsy? That it?

[ivantheterrible]

I don't know. I told you I didn't know the English word for it.

[Nevermind the fact that medical terms are generally the same across language barriers. In other words, Ivan didn't know the name for it period.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy isn't buying it and Ivan shouldn't be selling it!]

Hahaha! You're kiddin', right? Man, it's a good thing you're pretty.

[ivantheterrible]

Ah-- [Ivan opens his mouth to speak, but promptly shuts it again to glower at Roy.]

And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

[thatcatfrom101]

It means you're super lucky to be blessed with stunnin' looks, gorgeous.

[See? He can be smooth!]

But you're kinda' dense.

[But he's still obnoxious and rude.]

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan perks up at that compliment, giving Roy a devilish little smile in response.

...Which immediately slips off his face when Roy opens his big fat Yankee mouth again.]

Who are you calling dense? [He sits up and suddenly reaches over, grabbing Roy by the hair and giving it a twist.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy winces and makes a pained sound when he's grabbed, but otherwise doesn't try to pry Ivan's hand off or anything. Actually, he looks as if he's refraining from smirking.]

Only you 'n me here, Blondie.

[ivantheterrible]

Okay then. [Ivan takes his other hand, cupping Roy's cheek in it as he leers down at him. There's something dangerous in the look he's giving Roy despite his somewhat overly-pleasant tone.]

Would you mind eating those words?

[thatcatfrom101]

[If Ivan's intention is to scare Roy so he backs down, that promising threat and the way he touches his face is having the exact opposite effect. It's exciting more than anything.

He can't help it when his lips pull back into a smirk now. His voice comes out breathy.]

Not at all.

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan stops a moment, studying Roy's face. Something dawns on him then as his brow quirks upwards and that sly smirk pulls even more so at his features.]

I see.

[And then he slams Roy's face into the sand, using his palm to grind it in and make sure it burns.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy doesn't know what to expect from Ivan, and that's part of the appeal. His breath gets a little heavier from the anticipation and he can feel his heart racing.

And then his face gets shoved into sand. That certainly takes him by surprise! He yelps, but that turns out to bite him in the ass as he manages to get some sand in his mouth. And in his eyes, which is probably the best worst part. His fingers retract into the sand under him as he resists, but it's a very half assed attempt at a resist. As if he did it...just because! With no real intention of escaping.]

[ivantheterrible]

[Ivan lets out what can only be described as gleeful laugh as he watches Roy struggle against him. Or "struggle", as it may be.]

Innntereeesting~ [He breathes as he continues to press Roy's face into the hot, scratchy sand below.]

[After a good ten seconds more of that, Ivan jerks the other man's head back up to look him in the face, hoping to get an eyeful of any scratches or even better...tears.]

WARNING FOR KINKY SHIT

[thatcatfrom101]

[When Roy's head is lifted up, he takes that time to spit out whatever sand was in his mouth, which was quite a bit. His face must have scraped against a rock or something, because he does have a cut or two on his cheeks and forehead. And his eyes are red and watery from all the sand that got in. In fact, he's struggling to keep his eyes open.

His breath is ragged but not void of the smugness before when he was taunting Ivan.]

Little rough...don'tcha think?

[But despite that, the erection he's clearly sporting beneath his swim trunks suggests he's totally okay with that!]