@frostconception
“Кроликчка~!” Singsong, delighted, Ivan approaches Junichirou with a bounce in his step and hands folded behind his back. He half-pirouettes into place walking beside the younger, though leaning into his field of vision.
Ivan’s smile is wide, eyes closed, but something about it seems tense. (Underlying threat, a knife balanced on its tip-- but where it will fall and what it will slice on the way down is as yet a mystery.) “I don’t like that sibling of yours.” She’s nasty! Nasty, nasty, gets in his way with such audacity! The demure chamberlain is a polite little behemoth with only a little blood on his fangs, no, no, he shan’t hurt a girl and her sibling!
Why, he - would - never. Except he would with ease.
“She’d be prettier as a statue, don’t you think? Look, snowstorm, I’ll immortalize her for you! You can even pick the shape! I’ve got a better God for you anyways.” His voice ticks up, a widening of his smile in a way of asking so how about it? Though-- implication is clear that he won’t let Junichirou get away with a refusal. Ivan is just so bored, he’s really got to stir things up a little bit, here!
















