♝ Mishka's Quarters

@III. Naru Misha was indeed a very childlike person, especially considering that teens his age usually tried to be as grownup as possible. It was to the point his parents thought there was something seriously wrong with him. Alas, their only point of comparison was their nephew Dohyeong and he seemed just as whacko so they let it go. Besides, since when has being cute harmed anyone. The family already had enough sons to inherit the father's business, Mishka wasn't required to do anything. Naru's rejection of his proposal had Misha rapidly shaking his head. "No no no! Didn't you knoow? There's an annex that has a mall!" He pointed in a random direction at the mention of the annex. With expectant eyes, he stared at the other as if waiting for his consent. Then he realized he didn't need to get consent from the other and hopped from his chair, cake in hand. With his other hand, he grabbed a turtle and smiled at Naru, a smile oozing sweetness to the extent it seemed like his turtles were going to get sick. "Take Silas with you. We're going." With that, he his heels, dress and hair fluttering behind him before skipping to the door. He didn't open it however, but instead knocked. "I'm going out.", he spoke with slightly wavering confidence. "No you're not.", responded a voice that seemed very tired of having this conversation. Misha's expression soured and he stomped his foot angrily. "I'M. GOING. OUT!!", he screamed at a very high pitch. There was a thud on the other side of the door. The shriek had startled the guard. One could hear someone clearing his throat."Uuh.. you didn't mean OUT out, huh. Where are you going then? The annex? The garden? You know the director needs to know where you are at all times." Misha's eyes watered and he pursed his lips in annoyance. After a moment of silence, he stuffed some cake in his mouth to cheer himself up a bit. It worked, the tears that threatened to fall were gone. "I'm going shopping." Another mysterious thud from the other side of the door. "Okay." The door opened and Misha was greeted with the familiar mugs of the guards the director (new title, I'm referring to the owner Dongwook with this) had put on him. One of the guards knelt down and attached what seemed to be a tracker to Mishka's ankle, before quickly jumping back up and successfully avoiding the foot that Misha was trying to connect his face. He missed. Sulking, Mishka ate some more cake, glared at the guards, huffed and finally turned to Naru. "Let's go." With that he stomped off, expecting the slave to follow with Silas in arm. From behind them one of the guards could be heard: "Please try to get back before tomorrow..."

@♝ Lil' Missy Naru seen someone with such a sweet tooth before. Well, grant it this boy seemed really princess doll like and frankly a child at heart despite his teen years. Maybe there was a since of beauty in this world. A small light of hope and that was Misha. Although maybe Naru could be wrong since this was his first meeting with the boy so- Dark eyes blinked at sudden words of excitement. "What? Shopping? Together?" Naru rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from Misha having an idea, playing with the young lad and shrugged. "I don't think they'll let me out, Mishka. I think that's a big no-no." His eyes turned forward to Misha. "But I wish to go with you. I haven't been shopping in such a long time you see." A light smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Chocolate cake huh? That sounds amazing. Did you get a turtle for your birthday gift?"

@III. Naru The cake had done it's job. Misha was brimming with happiness once again. "I love cake!", he giggled cheerfully and on his dessert fork, his gaze scoring all the little treats on the table as he decided which one to try now. He hadn't exactly answered the question, but whatever. One bite at a time all the little cakes and pastries on the table began to shrink. It made one wonder how all that stuff fit into his stomach, but the half-Russian made sure to wash it down with plenty of fragrant tea. Of course, he didn't stop chattering away as he ate. "I love chocolate cake and fruit cake and nut cake and pies and cupcakes and muffins and chocolate croissants and cookies and teacakes and chocolate cake and all kinds of pastries and chocolate cake.", he reported with plenty of enthusiasm. "I got a chocolate cake for my birthday let's go shopping!"

@♝ Lil' Missy Wow. He can't believed that actually worked. This boy is so simple. So easy. Yet seemed to quickly shift moods. Bipolar? Nevermind that, Naru just enjoyed not being hit or yelled at or hell, even stabbed or cutting. All he had to do was to entertain Misha apparently. Which is something he can do. The small smile on his lips seemed to grow a slightly bigger as he took the bite from Misha's desert fork. "Hmm. It's good indeed. Excellent." He swallowed then took another sip of the tea. "Is cakes your favorite desert? Or do you like ice cream or even crepes as well? Hmm.. what's your favorite kind of cake?"

@III. Naru Misha's sad sad eyes peered at Naru. It seemed like he was experiencing the end of the world and everyone he loved was dying before him. Then he inhaled the sweet, sugary scent of a piece of cake at his lips and he suddenly became hungry. Still, he was a bit hesitant, but seeing how all his turtles at the table were cheering him on... Mishka ate the piece of cake. It worked like a miracle drug. Almost instantaneously the corners of his lips turned up into a small, sweet smile. "Cake is great!", he spoke in a happy tone and his lips as he reached for Nother piece. It was like he had forgotten about his earlier grievance. He had. " You eat some too Naru~", he cooed, happy to play picnic with someone and stabbed a piece of cake on his fierce. Leaning over the table just slightly, he held out the piece. "I love cake! It's sweet. And it's delicious. And sweet. And they come in ALL different sizes. And there are turtle cakes! And they are sweet, too!" Misha was indeed a big fan of cake.

@♝ Lil' Missy With no luck in cheering up the girlish boy, Naru's eyes lowered down to a note under his plate. He read the tips given to him then tried to think of something. This was way out of his zone to even care but it was even awkward if Naru didn't do anything and just let Misha sulk. "Um.." Naru moved his hand across the table and picked up a bite size of cake to hold it up to the depressed boy's lips. "This looks good right? Try some?"
The disturbed older tried his best at least, yes? Or he likes to think so. "Try for Andy, Nancy, Silas, and and.. and.." Crap. Naru already the last name. "Oh, Guiller.. mo?"

@III. Naru Misha was close to tears. His lovely huge turtle! "Naru isn't a huge turtle...", he said slowly, clearly heartbroken by this fact. Mood swings were very natural with him. He would bounce from one emotion to the other like a bouncy ball. Luckily, for all who knew, which emotion he bounced to was easily controlled. His personal guards had foreseen something like this and helpfully provided Naru with a list of what-to-dos peaking out from under his saucer. It wrote : ' Should the little Miss become sad, make him eat pastry. Should he become angry, suggest that he go shopping later. Should he become annoyed, ask him about his father. Warning, there is a risk of making him sad. Should he become bored, ask him to show you his other turtles. Good luck.'

@♝ Lil' Missy And who can not smile to how the boy was acting. Naru displayed one of those to himself. An expression he had never had in a really long time. He did find it cute how Misha drew out his arms to map out how 'exactly' the turtle's size was but Naru couldn't tell if he was being dramatic or not since he never really saw the said creature. It didn't matter now though while now the slave picked up the tea and sipped at it as the boy speaked. It was nice to see innocence in this horrible, filthy world they inhabited. "Turtle lover huh? Well... I like," Naru arched a brow thinking of what to say to not frighten the child. "Cats. I like cats, dogs..." Another small smile. "Even bunnies. Turtles are cute too perhaps." The change of emotion the boy displayed made Naru furrow his brows. "How unfortunate. Well.. I guess I am the huge turtle for the time being. Right?"

@III. Naru Misha was very pleased. "Naru~", he parrotted and cupped his cheeks, propping his elbows on the table. He completely failed to notice the other's discomfort, his large eyes crinkling up into half moons at the compliment. "Thank you! I love tea parties!" A giggle slipped out of him as he gazed at his new companion. He seemed nice! Misha's eyes widened in even more delight - if that was even possible - when Naru mentioned the turtles. "Right?? I LOVE turtles!" His cheeks flushed in (non ual) excitement at the thought of his sweet, darling turtles. He gazed at them in warm, loving affection. Then he looked back at Naru and began to introduce them one by one. "These are Andy, Nancy, Silas and Guillermo. It was my birthday recently and my daddy gave me a HUGE turtle!! Like-- HUGE!" Misha emphasized the hugeness by drawing a huge circle with his arms. Then, suddenly, he looked a little sad. "But he is too big to fit at the table so I can't have tea with him..."

@♝ Lil' Missy Awful cheery and he didn't pose anything threat so Naru push away familar urges and decided to be 'kind' to this young child. He was very much caught off guard however, when he was being tugged by his hand towards the table by the boy and suddenly pushed into a seat across from him. He couldn't answer correctly while Misha was dragging him reason being, his mind couldn't process the innocence this little lad had. So now he sat here, quiet while a servant poured tea over his shoulder into the small cup that was before the slave.
"My name? It's Naru." The older finally answered him breaking an uncomfortable silence. Naru never had an opportunity before just to sit down and talk to anyone especially, even over tea. So it's new to him.
"Uh- Everything looks good? Cute?" The slave tried his best to make up a good conversation. This right here is torture in itself. "The turles seem to be enjoying it too."

@III. Naru The moment the door, Misha's eyes lit up like a light. He almost jumped out of his seat. Almost. "Hello!", he called out cheerily, obviously extremely excited to have non-turtle company for a change. In the end, before Naru had come within two meters of the table, he had sprung up after all, had the one escorting him shooed out by one of his own guards and grasped the slave's hand. "My name is Misha, but you can call me Mishka. Whatever you want. What's your name?" The half-Russian was suffering from chronic not-ual-human-contact-deficiency. Now that a person was here, it was like a sun had lit up inside of him. He didn't wait for the other to respond, dragging him to the table and shoving him into his seat. With a snap of his fingers, his guard poured them all - turtles included - tea and left the room. So here they were. Misha, the slave and four bored looking turtles.

@♝ Lil' Missy A ruthless monster like Naru wasn't to thrilled about joining up with Misha. He didn't even know who he was or what he even wanted but Naru put up his guard anyhow. And although a slave like him was able to roam free, Naru didn't seem like he had privacy anyways with everyone watching. It's like prison in a way. The slave was dressed decently with a long grapthic shirt and jeans that fix just right. Eyes wandered around as he followed the higher up servant to where he was being summoned. And when he entered the girly room, Naru's dull eyes caught sight of the table in the middle of the room with the turtles restrained to the chair like the prisoner his is. Can't seem to escape the girly male sitting, watching with a hint of an impatient and strange aura. What is this? Who was this boy? Is he dreaming?
Naru was escorted to an empty chair and his eyes laid out the setting of the table. Tea party? Naru glanced over to the guard then locked onto the male before him. He is a male right? Female?

@III. Naru It was a beautiful day, and Misha was looking for something dumb to do... just kidding, he had decided to have a very civilized tea party, by far the most appropriate of his pasttimes. His bodyguard aka servant had set the table and delivered the tea and pastries, although Misha had insisted he arrange the cupcakes to form little hearts himself. Mishka was still in his pyjamas, silk, baby pink and with silver embroidery. They had been a present from his aunt and were the only article of clothing he had that included pants. His bouncy silver hair lay open for a change, spilling over his petite shoulders. Everything was great, except for one little detail. There were 6 chairs at the table. One was taken by him and another four by land turtles with ribbons around their shells. They were bound to the chairs so they didn't run away. One chair was empty. Misha had ben about to get terribly upset, when his maid / bodyguard suggested he bring up a slave. What a great idea! And so there sat little Misha, a hopeful glint in his eyes as he impatiently stared at the large door to his room.