I Drank What? Day 1

[07:38 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: BYRD NO
[07:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: BYRD YES
[07:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: WERE DOING THIS LEXI
[07:38 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: BYRD NOOOOOOOOOO
[07:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: WERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN
[07:39 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: THIS IS AWFUL BUT GREAT BUT AWFUL
[07:39 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: BYRD YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES
[07:40 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: THIS IS EVIL
[07:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: even hashed out with dustin how it could happen eyes.gif
[07:40 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: oh god
[07:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: [1:37:19 AM] WordByrd: hmmmm
[1:37:36 AM] WordByrd: could be dycedarg still has lethe water somewhere and we can still find a way for snake to accidentally a bottle
[1:37:54 AM] Gary Oak: Turns out he brought entirely too much from home
[1:38:24 AM] WordByrd: a hideous combination of forgetfulness, possible drunkenness, not paying attention, and a bottle of lethe water at the wrong place at the wrong time
[1:38:29 AM] Gary Oak: he has a half-bottle in a crystal decanter somewhere for emergencies
[1:38:38 AM] Gary Oak: somewhere in Tori's house
[1:38:42 AM] WordByrd: later dycedarg is like weLL thank goodness the person who drank THAT on accident was PLISKIN
[1:39:07 AM] Gary Oak: "This could have gone better, but it also could have been much worse. Saint Ajora is looking out for me personally today."
[1:41:14 AM] WordByrd: god im just picturing dycedarg showing up with alcohol and setting it out and possibly already drinky, and snake decides fuck it im getting in on this because he has a problem still, he gets intrigued by some of the more interesting looking alcohol, dodges a bottle of red rum, sees some funny looking bottles 'hey dyce whats in the real little bottle?' he says, seeing only one and missing the second, greener one behind the red rum bottle. 'oh thats absinthe' dycedarg says, not realizing he packed the lethe water decanter. snakes like huh ive kinda always wanted to try absinthe too bad i dont have a sugar cube. bottoms up
[1:41:21 AM] WordByrd: and then an hour later snake has no memory
[1:41:42 AM] WordByrd: they just think hes way too drunk and put him to bed or take him home or something
[1:41:46 AM] Gary Oak: Dycedarg expresses genuine concern with "WAIT, NO!"
[1:41:47 AM] WordByrd: but the next day hes not better
[1:42:09 AM] Gary Oak: and covers it up with "THAT WAS THE LAST I HAD, YOU FUCK"
[1:42:54 AM] WordByrd: dycedarg just quietly like shit shit shit shit after he realizes what snake just drank but no one realizes what happened to snake until the next day because he gets stupidly drunk so they blame any issues that arise on that for the night
[1:43:25 AM] Gary Oak: who hasn't gotten so drunk you wake up in a back alley with no memory, right? He'll be fine
[1:43:35 AM] WordByrd: "who the hell are you?? where am i???" "oh my god david, how much did you DRINK??" "i... dont know!!" and then hes grounded
[1:44:04 AM] WordByrd: wakes up the next day with a hideous hangover and barely able to function, let alone communicate
[1:44:15 AM] WordByrd: but then the anvil finally drops when the hangover fades
[1:47:33 AM] WordByrd: cant remember what happened last night, which is to be expected. but he also cant remember the day before that, or the weeks before that, or the months before that, cant remember his apartment, cant remember the man hes living with and married to, cant remember anyone who talks to him, cant remember his own damn name
[1:48:14 AM] Gary Oak: "Do you remember anything at all?" "....I think.....you're some kind of...asshole?" "Oh for fuck's sake."
[1:48:25 AM] WordByrd: o m f g
[07:43 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: OH GOD
[07:43 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: tori will be heartbroken
[07:43 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: and in her despair she will [i]absolutely blame dycedarg[/i]
[07:44 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: o m g
[07:44 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: YEAH :D
[07:44 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: im here for this
[07:44 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: :3c
[07:45 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: ocourse dycedarg will probably weasle his way back onto her good side by "making up" for his "mistake" by being all nice and helping look after snake

ulterior motive being to groom the amnesiac into a loyal dycedarg supporter, of course
[07:45 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: screams
[07:47 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: relatedly
[07:47 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: [1:18:21 AM] WordByrd: so im thinking snake would forget pretty much everything important, but still retain... i guess instincts? urges? like the memories are gone but much of his personality remains, even if there isnt reasons to back it up. like muscle memory. and relatedly, he probably wont know it unless someone like, puts a gun in his hand and/or prompts him into self-defense, but hes still a fantastic soldier. the memories gone, but not things that have molded themselves into his being. also probably retains 'impressions', like hed probably still freak out about electricity, still have a weird feeling about dycedarg that he cant quite place, feel more easily comfortable around, say, tori or volgin, still really dislike cigar smoke, etc
[07:49 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: omg ;w;
[08:51 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((AHA))
[08:51 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( :D ))
[08:51 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( ok matt here [url=http://www.plurk.com/p/lkb7av]this is where the au was born[/url] ))
[08:52 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((this is the worst. this is awful. i am already screaming.))
[08:52 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( in sum: au where snakes gonna accidentally drink the same shit that fucked up simon memories, only its gonna be undiluted and hes gonna lose EVERYTHING ))
[08:53 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((Dycedarg sweating in the background like what no I have no idea what happened)
[08:54 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((so who wants to do what))
[08:54 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( should we rp the drunky party where snake drinks the thing on accident first, or summarize it and start off the next day when snakes hangover fades and he still remembered fuck and all ))
[08:59 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((I vote for the drunky party, already in full swing, just to establish exactly how far Snake is gonna fall))
[09:00 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((oh god))
[09:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( dycedarg showed up with all of his best and most exotic liquors and feeling like celebrating. tori and snake quietly assuming that this is his way of cheering himself up- especially snake because this is exactly how he would deal with losing someone like that. and, in fact, thats exactly how he HAS dealt with it lmfao ))
[09:03 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((oh boy, tori gets to be totally sober while all this shit goes down! MUAHAHA--i mean uh))
[09:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( EYES.GIF ))
[09:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( she can drink that pomegranate-strawberry italian soda snake got her ))
[09:04 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((yep. and be even MORE awkward.))
[09:04 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((well, real quick: When exactly should this take place? Branching off of where we are now in CAHniverse?))
[09:04 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( yes i think so ))
[09:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( snake cant live up to his promise to be there for tori when she tells dycedarg shes preggo ))
[09:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( bc he FORGETS IT AAAALL ))
[09:05 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((...wouldn't it be awful if it just came out while she was angry and blaming Dycedarg for everything))
[09:06 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( [palpatine voice] do it. ))
[09:06 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((screams))
[09:06 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((aaaa))
[09:06 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((Dycedarg and Tori just having a vicious argument while amnesiac Snake is just like "Mom and Dad are fighting again" in the corner))
[09:11 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( ok i wrote up a starter, lets see how it be. lemme know if its good ))
[09:11 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is going to enjoy himself tonight. He can be excused some jovial social drinking, right? Sure, it's still playing into his little problem, but the worst of it had always been when he drank to forget and to sleep, drank away his sorrows and his angers and his fears. This is at least slightly different, this is drinking for the fun of it, with other people who are drinking, too.

Dycedarg had shown up at Tori's, bearing dozens of bottles of various liquors, vodka and brandies and whiskeys and wines of all kinds. And especially more of the crafts of that Dr. Blastbody- even a bottle of Red Rum. No one touches that, why did he bring it? Maybe Dycedarg just grabbed his entire liquor cabinet indiscriminately. He was saying something something that David is pretty sure is just an excuse to get loud and drunk and forget reality in favor of joviality. David doesn't blame him- he'd done the same thing, when he'd gone through similar. At least in this case, Dycedarg has people to drink with, to act happy with, and not wallow quite as much.

But regardless, they're having a fucking party and David's gonna drink himself silly tonight, just this night, honest. He's already had a glass of Candy and is nursing a tall shotglass of fireball whiskey, and is currently looking through the bottles for anything else that might be interesting to try.
[09:13 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((*thumbs up*))
[09:16 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is definitely drinking to forget and celebrate his victories, plunging himself into oblivion as fast as he can. Once he gets over the nagging headache that is all that remains of his conscience, he'll be one step closer to becoming King of Ivalice. King Dycedarg Beoulve. That'll make all this worth it. It will.
[09:18 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is on her favorite couch, avoiding all the alcohol like the plague, same as she has been for four months. While others had been busy setting down all the liquor Dycedarg had brought with him, Tori had made it a point to go upstairs and throw on the hoodie she's been borrowing from Jeb. ...for the same reason she's been avoiding the booze.

She has to tell Dycedarg eventually. She knows. She's already fucked up by doing exactly what David told her not to, by waiting as long as she has...

Ugh, whatever. Tonight's supposed to be fun for everyone. If everyone's getting troubles off their minds, then she's going to as well. For Dycedarg's sake. She knows how painful it is to lose someone so close and dear... besides, she can at least /attempt/ to keep an eye on everyone due to being forcibly sober, right?
[09:18 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( [url=https://images.plurk.com/IoJ3sb17ADGGsLRXEdEkj.jpg]related[/url] ))
[09:21 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((exactly what he envisions))
[09:22 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin would honestly have been nagging Tori about this mess but then he'd be a hypocrite, and besides, he's pretty sure she's already nagging herself enough. He finally downs the rest of the fireball whiskey, biting his lip at the delightful burn, and sets the glass down. He's getting into the more weirdly shaped and colored bottles, gently pushing aside a bottle of Red Rum, clinking it against the bottles beside it, including something small and filled with green. But, nearby, he sees another small bottle. A crystal decanter, with a clear fluid in it. Something like Vodka, he thinks?

"Hey Dyce," He says, reaching for the tiny bottle. "What's in this real little bottle?" It's the smallest he's seen, since the other tiny one has hidden from his view.
[09:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin sits next to Tori, casually, and keeps an eye on his husband, but-- well, he's not his husband's babysitter, and it's just the one party, and maybe he can relax. He doesn't like Dycedarg much, no matter how handsome the man is or how happy he would be to invite him for a threesome, so if the man wants to drink himself blind... so be it, as long as he doesn't drag David too far along with him.

"Evening, Tori," he says, with a nod to her, and sips his own totally normal (if fancy) glass of cognac that he brought for the party.
[09:26 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve doesn't even give more than a half glance and just sees the green bottle. "Oh, that's just absinthe. Enjoy." He then proceeds to down his glass, neither really knowing nor caring what it contains. Candy? Etherwine? It would only barely bother him if it were Red Rum, frankly."
[09:26 PM] Tori Marie Nygma looks over at him with a slightly cocky grin. She'd prefer someone closer to her had sat down next to her, if only because she could lean on them then, but... well, she doesn't mind Volgin as much as she used to. "Same to you, Sparky."
[09:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is maybe counting on Volgin to keep an eye on him, anyways. Sure, he's mentally making excuses to drink right now, but he is still sure it's better than the other ways he'd drink, and sure, it may be thoughtless to depend on his husband to look after him like this, but... well, he is planning on it being just tonight. He doesn't want this to be a frequent thing, not at all. So it's okay, right?

"Absinthe, huh?" He says, looking the decanter over. If it's from Ivalice, it's probably traditional absinthe, not the watered down crap they make these days. But isn't Absinthe supposed to be green? Although, he supposes that clear varieties must exist. Anyways, he's kinda always wanted to try a real absinthe- agh, too bad he doesn't feel like fetching a sugar cube and taking the time to do it 'properly'. Too tedious and time-consuming. Maybe another time. He takes the stopper from the bottle, and shrugs. "Down the hatch."

He takes a small sip- hm. Was the sip too small? It hardly tastes like anything. Well, there's not much here, anyways, so he tips his head back and downs the rest of the bottle in a couple gulps.
[09:31 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve turns over to face Tori to say something and it just flies right out of his head. Oh Saint Ajora no that's not the absinthe. Without even thinking about it, Dycedarg just shouts "No! Pliskin, stop!"
[09:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin , having become familiar with tiny sampler bottles of booze, doesn't really think much of his husband knocking back a fancy little one in the corner of his vision until Dycedarg shouts, and then he turns, brows furrowing.
[09:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes the already now-empty bottle from his lips, and frowns at Dycedarg. "What??"
[09:34 PM] Tori Marie Nygma's attention is also turned to Dycedarg's shouting, her expression immediately turning into concern. "Dycedarg, what's--?"
[09:35 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve pauses. Shit. He can't say "That's my memory-destroying potion that I just happen to have" or something, that would immediately make him suspicious as hell. Especially given what happened to Simon. So Dycedarg just changes gears and says "That isn't the absinthe, it's a poison-detection agent! And the last that I had! It's incredibly difficult to procure!" That's a good reason to suddenly be upset, right?
[09:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, annoyed, "Then why did you bring it?" God, he thought something was wrong. Though-- "It's not harmful, is it?" Sorry, Tori, he's going to have to go fuss at his husband.
[09:37 PM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't mind. She's actually already moving to join Volgin in said fussing.
[09:38 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin rolls his eyes. "No wonder it tasted like crap." He says, putting the stopper back in the bottle and setting it down. "Maybe you should pay better attention, Dyce."
[09:38 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve frowns huffily at Volgin and Pliskin. "I just grabbed everything out of my liquor cabinet and brought it over here. And if it were harmful, that would make for a poor additive to a drink, wouldn't you think?" Internally, Dycedarg is on the verge of panic and approaches Pliskin. What's going to happen to him now? That much pure Lethe water would wreak havoc on his memories. He can only hope that it isn't immediately obvious what's happening.
[09:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: "Or put labels on your damn drinks," Volgin adds, "And I can't imagine it's meant to be drunk straight."
[09:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is having that hard liquor he drank earlier settling in his system at the moment, so so far, nothing too strange seems to be happening to him. Instead, he just reaches out to teasingly mess up Dycedarg's fringe. "Really hope that wasn't in your liquor cabinet because your shit regularly has poison in it or something."
[09:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma gives Dycedarg an uncertain look -- apparently, even she's not okay with what's just occurred. "I have to agree. That was totally a bad call on your part."
[09:49 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "If it does, who could blame his poisoners?" with an annoyed look at Dycedarg. But David seems fine-- cheery, even-- and he grumblingly brushes a kiss to David's forehead. "<Let me know if you don't feel well,>" he whispers to his love, "<so I can punch him, Sobachka.>"
[09:49 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve rolls his eyes. "I've recently been hit full in the face with a cloud of poison carried in on the very winds themselves, I don't think it's all too strange to carry something to detect poisons after that. Especially unlabelled. And no, it isn't meant to be drunks straight, but the worst it might cause is a mild stomachache later on. It's totally safe to be ingested by the human body."
[09:50 PM] Tori Marie Nygma narrows her eyes a little. "It better be. I'm actually really shocked at how irresponsible you were with this!" Her expression softens slightly after saying that. "...though I guess I can't blame you."
[09:51 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin feels a little like an ass for his comment, now, so he just drops it. Especially since he just got a smooch! "<It's fine, Sunshine.>" He murmurs, and kisses at the corner of his husband's mouth, before he goes back to digging through the liquors. He reemerges with a glass of something that might be vodka based, because hell yes hard liquor. "I can handle a little stomachache."
[09:51 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve just glares at Tori for that, hard. "Excuse you? What is that supposed to mean?"
[09:52 PM] Tori Marie Nygma flinches, looking away. "I... I just mean, you're under a lot of stress. That doesn't really help with thinking straight, you know?"
[09:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin privately thinks this party is going very, very poorly, and glances between Dycedarg and Tori, frown deepening and twisting his scars.
[09:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is a few sips into his liquor, and his brain sure is fuzzing up. But it's not helping his buzz to have the happy couple over their snipping at each other. "C'mon, guys, we're supposed to be having a good time, aren't we? Dycedarg came by to relax."
[09:55 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: No, I mean the part about me being irresponsible. What, exactly, was so irresponsible about what I have done? I'll have you know that everything I've brought over was already tested well in advance, there is no risk to anyone present. So because I have accidentally allowed a grown man to drink something that all of you already have in smaller amounts, I'm suddenly a reckless fool? Is that what you think of me?
[09:56 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Dyce... c'mon.
[09:56 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: You know she didn't mean it like that.
[09:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: No, I--
[09:57 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "You've been testing out drinks for poison?"
[09:57 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((*our))
[09:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I think what he means is, he was testing them all before he even brought them over.
[09:58 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I didn't say you were a /fool/, Dycedarg. Don't put words in my mouth.
[09:58 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve scoffs. "Of course I have! Why wouldn't I? You can't imagine how many people want to kill me. Except you actually can, can't you Colonel? 'Who could blame his poisoners' indeed. Fuck you." He stands and stumbles backwards, falling on the floor. Wow he is hammered.
[09:59 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a large gulp of his liquor oh my god why is this so dramatic all of a sudden, he's fine!! He's feeling all brainfuzzy, and having a harder time thinking about stuff, but that's because he's got a good few glasses of alcohol in his system.

"Dyce, you're drunk." Says the man who sways slightly when he gestures to the other man.
[09:59 PM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't say anything else before moving back over to the couch.
[10:02 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve points at Pliskin from where he's laying. "So are you." That arm is not steady, it's wavering pretty bad. He might even be pointing at Volgin. Or the coffee table. It's unclear.
[10:02 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is actually already dead, so....

He looks down at Dycedarg, and frowns, and glances aside at his husband, and frowns deeper before kissing his husband's temple again. "I can't blame the man who killed me, either," he says, a little more gently, and offers Dyce a hand up.
[10:06 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a slightly uncomfortable noise- although, for some reason, he can't seem to remember who it would've been that would've killed Volgin. Agh, he must just be really drunk. He chugs his glass, and refills it, plopping down and crossing his legs. "Damn right 'M drunk." He says, "Not often I get to try out a bunch of different liquors."
[10:08 PM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't move from her spot from the couch. Sure, maybe she was a little protective over David. Maybe she could have worded things better. But damnit, Dycedarg didn't have to /go off on her/! If this is how he reacts to her calling him irresponsible, then who fucking /knows/ how he's going to take the news of her /pregnancy/?! ...no. This is dumb. It's the alcohol. Focus on David for now, Tori. Focus on your Dad.
[10:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin asks, affectionately, "Am I going to have to carry you home tonight, beloved?"
[10:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin's hand is still extended.
[10:09 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snickers a bit, and tilts his head at Volgin. "Maybe I'd like it if you carried me." He says, bouncing his foot slightly. "Drunk or not."
[10:09 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve takes the hand offered to him, grumbling. "You should blame him. He killed you. If someone hurts you, hurt them back. It's the only way." He's kind of leaning on Volgin when he stands up fully
[10:10 PM] Tori Marie Nygma snorts loudly, as if illustrating how stupid she thinks that mindset is. ...even though she /agrees/ with it. Even if she's proving that she agrees with it /right fucking now/.
[10:11 PM] Yevgeny Volgin hauls Dycedarg to his feet, and asks, "Ah, so you want me to punch you for making me worried about my husband?"
[10:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin opens his mouth to say something about what Dycedarg said... only to close it. He forgot what he was going to say. Oops. It probably wasn't important. "Don't punch him." He says instead. "He's jer- just drunk."
[10:13 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: He's been drunk plenty of times without being like /this/.
[10:14 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve glares at Volgin, releasing his hand and falling onto a chair. "Please, by all means, but it might be a while. There is a long line. You might be waiting for your turn to come up for some time." Boy the alcohol is making Dycedarg bitter tonight. He grabs a bottle of whatever and just begins to drink straight from it, not even bothering with the civility of a glass. If he drinks enough, perhaps he'll feel good again.
[10:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin frowns, and is about to say something to Tori, but- but what was it? Something about going easy on Dycedarg. Because of... something? He can't remember. Goddamn, he is drunk. "Do we have to argue?" He says instead, "I'm just here to drink and have a good time."
[10:15 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, innocently, "He's a jerk?" and goes to sit next to his husband, pulling him into his lap. "But we can have a good time, Sobachka."
[10:16 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snickers, and gladly lets himself be pulled into his big husband's lap. Yesss, he is here for this. "Just keep it in your pants, Solnyshko."
[10:18 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Hmph.
[10:19 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve glances over at Tori after processing what she said. "Ah, I see. Well, I can certainly tell when I am unwanted. Very well. I shall take my leave of you all. Enjoy the drinks and try not to choke." He rises and attempts to walk to the front door, still carrying that bottle of whiskey, but he's having a hard time processing how the knob is meant to work. He's just pulling on it without turning.
[10:19 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "No, come on, next my husband might try to drink something really dangerous, and we still don't know what any of your drinks are."
[10:20 PM] Tori Marie Nygma stands the moment he starts walking over to the door. Since she isn't drunk, it should be easy enough to cross over to him and try to pull him away. "No, come on. I never said you were unwanted. I... I'm sorry, okay?"
[10:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin siiighs. "Yeah, Dyce, what if I drank-" Drank what? There was something he shouldn't drink. "Y'know. The bad stuff. I think."
[10:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin has forgotten Red Rum! He could legitimately accidentally drink it!
[10:22 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve allows himself to be pulled away, however reluctantly. "Fine, fine, fine. I accept your apology, my Countess. I will remain." He still seems to be in a bad mood, but at least he isn't trying to climb out of a window or something.
[10:23 PM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't even know what red rum is!
[10:23 PM] Tori Marie Nygma bows her head. "...thank you."
[10:23 PM] Yevgeny Volgin just says, amused, "The bad stuff? David, beloved, how strong is that drink?"
[10:23 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: You're a Count???
[10:25 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve smiles broadly. "Not for long! Hahahaha!" He is now lying on a couch. When did he get here? Ah well, it doesn't matter. "Oh, the bad stuff, yes, the...the red bottle. Do not touch it without reason. It makes you a zombie."
[10:25 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Why the fuck is there an alcohol that makes you a zombie??
[10:26 PM] Tori Marie Nygma sits down on the floor. Dycedarg is acting so /strange/, and it doesn't seem like it's just the alcohol. ...it's not worth asking. Not yet.
[10:27 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Doctor Blastbody would know more than I would. He is fiendishly clever with a chemistry set. That was a flop, however, the redrum. Do not drink if you are pregnant or may become pregnant, I think your advertisers would say.
[10:27 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blinks at David, and also at Dycedarg. "... You just said you didn't bring anything dangerous," he says, in a very non-accusatory voice.
[10:27 PM] Yevgeny Volgin also is surprised David knew it was bad without knowing the specifics.
[10:28 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: It's fine! Just down a little holy water and you're right as rain. Ask Sir Blackquill. He might remember drinking it last time.
[10:28 PM] Tori Marie Nygma tenses up visibly when the word 'pregnant' leaves Dycedarg's lips.
[10:28 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a large gulp of his drink, and then asks, tone heavy from drunkenness, "Who?"
[10:28 PM] Tori Marie Nygma only tenses up more due to that question! "Dad, that's not funny."
[10:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin stares at David, then takes his drink away.
[10:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Wh-Hey.
[10:29 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve just bursts out laughing, like Pliskin just told the funniest joke, and rolled right off the couch and onto the floor.
[10:29 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: You've had too much, David.
[10:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Ah, c'mon.
[10:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin reeeaaches for his drink. 8(
[10:29 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Dad, you don't even remember Simon's last name! That's enough for tonight.
[10:29 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Nope. Only water and kisses for the rest of the night.
[10:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will give David several of the latter, to distract him as he hands the drink off to Tori to get rid of.
[10:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: But I d- mnngh, nevermind. Fine.
[10:30 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve has to bite his hand to keep from laughing even more. Oh, this is all so funny! So horribly funny! So horrible it's hilarious! Ahahaha!
[10:30 PM] Tori Marie Nygma does exactly that!
[10:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is distracted by kisses!!
[10:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin and Tori make a pretty good team! Also, he gets to kiss his husband, which is pretty great. Mwah mwah mwah smooch smooch nibble nibble kiss <3
[10:31 PM] Tori Marie Nygma dumps David's drink down the sink! GOODBYE. She returns to the others once the deed is done. ...and now she's staring at Dyedarg.
[10:31 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((*Dycedarg))
[10:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( DIEDARG ))
[10:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( kill him ))
[10:31 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((don't, he might become a demon))
[10:32 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((and then destroy your house))
[10:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin does not foresee getting laid tonight, alas, because he's pretty sure David's going to have a hell of a case of whiskey dick, but hey! at least he can make out with his husband.
[10:33 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve rolls over and- "Oh! Tori! I've been missing you Tori. Come here, come here, I want to tell you something."
[10:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting LOTS of kisses! He growls, smiling against those lips. "Mmmh- you're handsome." He murmurs, a little limp from alcohol but doing his best to hold on to Volgin. "We should do this more often."
[10:33 PM] Tori Marie Nygma does so, if only because she does feel bad for earlier.
[10:35 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve encourages her to get down on the ground with him, since he's clearly not planning on getting up any time soon. "Closer! It's a secret~"
[10:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs. "We can do this whenever you want, beloved," he says, fondly. "Every minute of every day. I'll never get tired of kissing you." Then he nudges their noses together, and whispers, "And I think you will find that it's you who's the most handsome, sobachka."
[10:37 PM] Tori Marie Nygma gets down on the ground, getting close... but not too close. Now is not the time for him to find out. "What is it?"
[10:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( UGH IT GETS ME EVERY TIME WHENEVER VOLGIN NUDGES THEIR NOSES TOGETHER ))
[10:38 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve whispers to Tori in the kind of whisper that only a drunk man would think is quiet "I love you~"
[10:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((OH DOES IT NOW))
[10:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((eskimo kisses 5evr for david)
[10:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a soft noise, crinkling his nose slightly at the eskimo kiss, as if he's not smiling under it. "I don't think I'd mind kissing a good-looking guy like you whenever I want." He mumbles, and then asks, "And maybe, when I'm not drunk off my ass... I'd like to do other things with a big guy like you."
[10:40 PM] Tori Marie Nygma blushes, laughing quietly before moving just a little closer. She didn't expect this after what happened, but it's really nice. "I love you too."
[10:44 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve puts a hand on her cheek and strokes it lovingly. "I know that you're hiding something from me. I don't know what it is, and it makes me sad, but that's okay, because I love you. I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go. I want to be with you always, no matter what happens. Do you want the same?" His eyes are incredibly unfocused. He probably won't even remember what's happened tonight beyond a general sense of unease.
[10:47 PM] Tori Marie Nygma smiles, closing her eyes and relaxing. She loves his touch... mmm, yes. She thinks she does want that, despite everything. "I do want the same," she replies. Her relaxed state doesn't stay for long, however, and soon enough she's opening her eyes and adding onto that statement. "...if you'll have me, after I'm able to tell you what I've been hiding."
[10:49 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs, louder, and hooks a big, strong finger through the loop of David's collar. "Oh? What kind of things?" he asks, totally innocently, then switches to Russian, to save Tori's tender ears. "<Would you like me to suck your cock for you? Or to suck mine? Maybe we could tumble around in bed, and fuck until we're too exhausted and sore to move, how does that sound, pup?>"
[10:51 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve breathes out in relief. "Of course I will, of course. I'm not a saint, either, you know. If you knew the things I've done..." He begins to laugh again. "Oh, you would hate me. You might even kill me."
[10:52 PM] Tori Marie Nygma shakes her head. "I could never hate you. ...I wouldn't be so afraid of you hating /me/ if I thought that were possible..."
[10:52 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gasps softly at the finger hooking under his collar- partly because of how it tightens across his throat, but mostly because he forgot he was wearing it. He growls next, closing his eyes as he noses against Volgin's cheek. When'd he get in the other man's lap, anyways? How long have they been flirting? Who cares, he's enjoying himself. "Mmmh. <Damn, you talk dirty.>" He says, slurring his Russian slightly. "<That sounds good. Could fuck you, let you fuck me, maybe rough each other up... Your hands on me face, that'd be good, don't you think?>"
[10:52 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( my* ))
[10:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin snickers, and agrees, fondly, "<That does sound good. You're pretty with bruises, pup, I could hit you and admire you all day long, watch as they bloom red and violet and black across your cheeks...>"
[10:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin kisses his jaw, then nibbles it, playfully. "<Not much fun to be had when you're this drunk, though,>" he says, sadly.
[10:57 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve reaches up and kisses Tori's cheek. "Good, I'm glad. I love you more than anyone. Be mine, my darling. Be mine, always, and I will be yours." He begins kissing his way up Tori's arm, clumsy and sloppy as hell. It's such a weird contrast compared to the normally reserved and quasi-dignified Dycedarg
[10:58 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin quietly wonders when Volgin had seen him in bruises, how he'd know how they look on him. But he doesn't really care. Instead, he just growls at the kisses and nibbles to his jaw. "True enough." He says in English- he's definitely not getting hard like this. "<But maybe you could take me home with you and we could try it later, huh?>"
[11:00 PM] Tori Marie Nygma thinks seeing Dycedarg act like this is really cute. She can't help but giggle happily. "I'm yours, Dycedarg..."
[11:00 PM] Yevgeny Volgin loves his husband so, so much, and smiles adoringly down at this goofball. "<Even if I have to carry your sleeping, gorgeous ass the entire way,>" he promises, teasing but incredibly tender, pale eyes soft, and stroked his husband's cheek.
[11:01 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((*strokes))
[11:04 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin does definitely have a very gorgeous ass. "Heh. <Hope you don't mind hungover idiots before your hookups.>" He says, ice blue eyes open again and incredibly hazy, unfocused. Even in his drunken haze, though, he notices something more than flirtatious in those pale eyes, and he wonders what that look is about. "Y'sure I can't just have one more drink...?"
[11:08 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: ((brb))
[11:10 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((Okay!))
[11:10 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, nobly, "<I'll somehow have to manage, my handsome pup.> Though I'm going to have to make you drink water, sobachka; you'll thank me in the morning." He kisses David on the nose, and jokes, "I'll also thank me in the morning."
[11:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whines quietly at the booze-denial, slumping slightly against Volgin. "Fine, fine. Guess I've had enough." He says, voice quiet and slurring. Honestly, look at him, he's barely keeping himself awake. He couldn't handle another drink, anyways. "Maybe later..."
[11:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( tfw volgin doesnt notice his husband has somehow got it in his head that he doesnt know volgin and thinks theyre planning a one night stand ))
[11:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((volgin thinks he's being goofy!))
[11:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((sometimes david is goofy. when he's really drunk. which he is right now!))
[11:13 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( eyes.gif ))
[11:16 PM] Yevgeny Volgin cuddles him, then gets to his feet-- carrying David with him-- and hauls him off to the kitchen. "Let's get you that water, and leave those lovebirds over there  to their gross cuddling nonsense," he says, loud enough for Tori to hear, and winks at her if she glances his way.
[11:17 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( thought: amnesiac snake not remembering cigarettes and so he doesnt think to smoke and then withdrawals set in and he doesnt know why ))
[11:19 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin leans against the large man, not protesting being carried. "Heh. You're one to talk." He jokes, head lolling slightly against Volgin- wow, the world is really spinning now. He closes his eyes to make it stop, before he gets dizzy. "Thanks..."
[11:19 PM] Tori Marie Nygma looks over her shoulder to glare at Volgin.
[11:20 PM] Yevgeny Volgin grins at her! Go ahead and cuddle your villain, Tori. Like father-figure like daughter. :D
[11:21 PM] Yevgeny Volgin also tells David, "Ah, but our cuddling is manly and attractive, it's totally different."
[11:21 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts, and turns his head to nuzzle against Volgin's neck.
[11:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blatantly cuddles his husband, kissing his hair and forehead, until he deposits his (sleepy, gorgeous) ass right on the kitchen table, and takes the opportunity to let his hands wander up the back of his shirt, mouth falling in teasing nips along his jawline.
[11:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is, obviously, getting him water. yep.
[11:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin grunts when he's set on the table, and he expects Volgin to step away to actually get him water- instead he gets hands up his shirt, and lips against his jaw and oh, oh that's nice. He groans, back arching under those broad hands, and if he could get hard right now, he probably would be. Too bad he can't. Doesn't mean he can't enjoy a little fondling, though! With a growling sigh, David tips his head back to expose his collared neck, his hands snaking clumsily around Volgin's middle.
[11:35 PM] Yevgeny Volgin should PROBABLY not fuck his husband on Tori's kitchen table-- that might even be slightly worse than fucking him in her bed-- but damn, David's delicious, and Volgin could happily spend all night here, running his nails up and down David's back and listening to his wonderful noises, his sweet groans and gruff sighs and whatever noise he's going to make when Volgin sets about trying to hickey his shoulder, biting and sucking at his warm, wonderful, scarred and perfect skin.
[11:38 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's fingers curl into Volgin's shirt, holding on as a hickey is bruised into being at his neck. He sighs and groans, and, best of all, whimpers, shivering slightly. God, that feels nice. When was the last time he's done this? Has he ever had a hickey before? He can't remember but, God, it's nice. Almost too nice. David melts under Volgin, his grip going slack, and...

And his breathing slows, and he wasn't just melting. David just passed out in Volgin's grip. Oops. Sorry. Too drunky.
[11:41 PM] Tori Marie Nygma would probably be very relieved if she knew. >:|
[11:41 PM] Yevgeny Volgin carries on for a few moments too long, enjoying the feeling of his husband's warm, sweet body in his arms, heavy and kissable, before he realizes his husband is, actually, not awake any longer.

"I guess I am carrying you home, beloved," he says, fondly, to his husband's sleeping face, and gently lays him back on the table for a moment. Well, even if David's passed out, Volgin could do with some water, too, to fortify himself before leaving for his apartment. Or a guest room. Probably a guest room, honestly, he doesn't think David will mind.
[11:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((puppy is exactly tall enough to swipe her cold wet puppy nose across the bottom of my feet when the couch is partway reclined))
[11:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((her nose is SO wet and cold))
[11:42 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin wouldn't mind normally. And he won't mind tomorrow, either. Because there is no where he could be tomorrow that he won't be completely lost in.
[11:42 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((OMG that's cute))
[11:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( PUPPYYYYY ))
[11:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will carry him out, then, and up the stairs, and to bed. Smooch smooch sweet dreams, husband! And a glass of water and some painkillers on your nightstand while Volgin's taking care of you. And a warm body at your back, keeping you safe and warm.
[11:48 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( btw does anyone know who strider-desire is or... ))
[11:49 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((no... kinda wish i did...))
[11:51 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((their status says "Internet's really bad, so if I'm unresponsive, that's why! I also tend to enter rooms sporadically, so if I don't fit the requirements for your room, please just let me know and I will leave you be!!!!"))
[11:52 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve suddenly wakes up from where he passed out on the ground. "Gah! Fetch my steed, the Queen needs us! ...oh, Tori. Hello." Still drunk. Maybe slightly less so.
[11:54 PM] Tori Marie Nygma has to resist the urge to laugh her ass off. "Hello~ did you enjoy your nap?" she asks, leaning in to kiss his forehead.
[11:54 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is going to be very confused if Volgin's still snuggling him after his hangover fades tomorrow. But for now, SNZZZZZ
[11:55 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve smiles up at her. "I did. Very much so. ...I apologize if I've been out of sorts this evening. Things have been hard for me. I'm sorry."
[11:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...it's okay. I'm protective of Dad, but I shouldn't have... you know.
[11:56 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is gonna need an awful lot of protectiveness later, so you'd best get ur practice in now, gurl 8)
[11:57 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is absolutely going to still be snuggling him. Possibly there will also be penis involved, and hitting, and other such things, but snuggles are high on the to-do list.

Right under David himself!
[12:00 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve kisses her on the cheek and smiles. "I understand. I'm the same way with Zalbaag. I can get a little overprotective of my little brother sometimes, too."
[12:00 AM] Tori Marie Nygma smiles back. "Family's really important, isn't it? Regardless of blood..."
[12:05 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( rubs my evil little hands together ))
[12:05 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( i am so ready for shit to hit the fan when david recovers from his hangover the next day ))
[12:06 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "Absolutely regardless of blood. Blood does not make a family alone." This probably sounds sweet, but he's mostly thinking of Ramza, who he despises.
[12:09 AM] Tori Marie Nygma nods back. "Yeah..." she says quietly before cuddling up to him as closely as she can. For the moment, she's not even caring if he feels the slight baby bump. ...probably because she figures he's too drunk for it to register. She knows it's a bad idea, she knows it's bad for him to find out now, but she's betting on him being too out of it. ...she wants to be close, and for the first time since the beginning of her pregnancy, it's overriding common sense.
[12:11 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve is more than happy to cuddle with Tori on the floor, too out of it to notice the baby bump if she were naked. He kisses her as sweetly as a drunken slob can, stroking her hair with a fair degree of tenderness. "I love you so much, Tori. So, so much."
[12:12 AM] Tori Marie Nygma closes her eyes. Mmm... this is nice. She could easily fall asleep like this. "I love you too, Dycedarg. I miss you so much when you're gone..."
[12:19 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: And I, you. But worry not! Soon things will be safe again and we can be together for as long as you want.
[12:19 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve closes his eyes and snuggles against her even more than he was already
[12:20 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Heh... I'll hold you to that.
[12:20 AM] Tori Marie Nygma falls asleep soon after saying that.
[12:26 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve falls asleep as well, dreaming of all manners of things. Some of them involve ghosts.
[12:29 AM] Tori Marie Nygma sleeps peacefully, for once in her damn life.
[12:31 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin awoke the next day to an absolutely hideous hangover. He couldn't think, could barely even exist, let alone function. He'd buried his head in pillows, refusing to be a part of reality for as long as he could, head pounding dangerously. Eventually, though, the pounding fades enough- or, more likely, becomes used to it for it to feel dull- that he's able to take his head from the pillows and peek an eye open, to be met with the most beautiful sight in the world: a glass of water and painkillers. Two pills and half the glass later, David collapsed back onto the pillows to try and rest his head a little while loner.

He'll be up in a bit. And then, reality will set in at last.
[12:38 AM] Tori Marie Nygma opens her eyes, noticing that she's cuddled right up to Dycedarg. It's no longer the night before, and her common sense has returned. She's quick to wiggle away and get up. ...maybe she should get a blanket for her boyfriend.
[12:39 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve is passed out dead on the floor
[12:39 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is finally 'waking up' properly. His head isn't hurting nearly as much as it was earlier in the morning, now just a dull throbbing. Only one eye squinting open, he instinctively grabs that glass of water and downs the rest of it. Then he sits, rubbing his eyes, and just letting himself wake up for a few minutes.

When he can finally open his eyes properly and look around, he quickly realizes that he has no idea where he is.
[12:42 AM] Tori Marie Nygma puts a blanket over Dycedarg, moving to her favorite couch and sitting down on it. ...she should probably make tea or something. ...she'll do it a little later.

Or so she thinks.
[12:45 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin stands up slowly, examing the room around him, and trying to figure out where he is- but nothing is coming to him. He looks out the window, seeing a lovely yard and a lovely neighborhood and nothing seems sinister here but he can't fucking tell where he is.

Absolutely lost, he creeps out of the room, wandering through the hall- and peeking into pretty much every door, looking for a clue, or someone to explain where he is and how he got here. He starts to think, maybe I should retrace my steps on how I got here. But then it hits him that... he can't recall how he got here. He knows there should be something, but the more he thinks, the less he knows. He... can't remember where he was last. Or before that. Or...

His heartbeat starts to quicken, everything feels wrong. Something's wrong. He doesn't know what's going on, but something's wrong.
[12:47 AM] Tori Marie Nygma is none the wiser, which only means she's still calm! She should enjoy it while it lasts.
[12:48 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve begins to stir lightly. Holy Father above, everything hurts. It's like he spent the whole night getting beaten with a sledgehammer. "Mmm...I think I'm going to die today. I've decided on it."
[12:50 AM] Tori Marie Nygma jumps when he speaks, covering it with a cheery laugh. "Don't be so /dramatic/~! It's just what you get for drinking so much last night."
[12:52 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve slowly crawls fully under the blanket until he's just this weird lump in the middle of Tori's living room. "I deserve it, too. No more alcohol for...at least a week. Unless there's an especially tempting glass of cognac or some such I happen upon."
[12:53 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin hasn't found anything yet, but he thinks he hears voices from- from downstairs. He's on the second story, he thinks. David looks around, until he finds the stairs, and calls down, "Hello??"
[12:53 AM] Yevgeny Volgin did bring cognac. It's on the table, set to one side so it's not mingling with Dycedarg's bullshit.
[12:55 AM] Tori Marie Nygma hears David's voice and is quick to respond. "Hey, Dad! We're downstairs. Feel free to come down if you're feeling better!"
[12:56 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve spies this cognac and immediately pours himself a glass, downing it like he would die without it. "Ahh....much better. I can feel myself returning to life already."
[12:57 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin wonders if he's been mistaken for someone else. He definitely doesn't recognize that voice, and he's pretty sure he's not a dad. He thinks. Maybe?? He's so confused.

David creeps down the stairs, and then stops once he enters the livingroom, frowning over at Tori and Dycedarg and looking really perplexed.
[12:59 AM] Tori Marie Nygma frowns back at him. "...is everything okay?"
[01:00 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve pauses halfway through his second drink. Shit. He forgot. Pliskin's brain is fucked. Stay calm, stay calm... "Sir Pliskin, is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?"
[01:02 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin glances between Dycedarg and Tori, and he has no idea who either of these people are. "I, uh..." He clears his throat. "I thhhink I might be lost. Am I supposed to be here?" He asks, looking around the livingroom he has clearly never seen before. "I can't remember how I got here, or where I'm supposed to be. Do you know?"
[01:03 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...Dad, it wasn't funny last night and it isn't funny now.
[01:05 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin just looks completely perplexed at Tori. "What wasn't-??" He realizes she's calling him 'Dad'. "Why are you calling me that? I'm pretty sure I'm not your dad- I think I'd recognize my own daughter if I had one."

No you wouldn't, fucknuts, you forgot everything, you just haven't realized it yet.
[01:06 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve just looks over at Tori before looking back at Pliskin. Play this off like you normally would, you can do it... "Sir Pliskin, are you well? Did you hit your head rolling out of bed or something?" He gets up and approaches the amnesiac, feeling incredibly queasy. Is this guilt? He can't remember
[01:06 AM] Tori Marie Nygma looks absolutely heartbroken. She stares at him for what feels like forever before laughing very, very quietly -- the kind of laugh that's like a dam about to break. "Stop that," she replies, the tone of begging unable to be missed. "It's me. It's /Tori/."
[01:08 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a step back when Dycedarg approaches, looking more than a little nervous. And maybe kinda freaked out. "No, I didn't- I mean, I had a helluva hangover, but-" Oh, that girl is making this a lot worse. "Look, kid, I'm sorry, but I think you might be mistaking me for someone else- Pliskin? Is that his name?"
[01:11 AM] Tori Marie Nygma shakes her head slowly, closing her eyes tight. No, no, no. This is a joke. This just has to be a bad joke. ...no. David wouldn't joke like this.
[01:12 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets a bit closer, careful not to look too threatening. "Okay, okay. If you aren't Sir Pliskin, then...would you be able to tell us your name?"
[01:16 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is frowning hard at the distressed young lady, and he doesn't understand [i]why[/i]. But he's distracted at the man's question, and he makes a funny face. "Well, of course. I'm-..."

He stops. He fully expected it to just come right out. It SHOULD have. Saying one's name is second nature. And yet, he's drawing a blank suddenly. He wracks his brain, dammit, idiot, what's your NAME just say your NAME, but... there's nothing. He can't think of a single damn name that would be his. He doesn't know his name. He doesn't know these people, he doesn't know himself, and now his mind's running crazy- what does he look like?? Does he know?? Oh, God, he can't remember. Why can't he-??

"I. I don't know." He says, gruff voice sounding shaken. "I don't... I don't know."
[01:17 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...no way... there's no way this is happening...!
[01:17 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve swears under his breath, playing his part, before he approaches Pliskin once more. "Easy now. It's alright. You're among friends here. We're going to make sure you're well taken care of, okay? Let's get you to sit down, alright?" He places a hand on Pliskin's shoulder.
[01:18 AM] Tori Marie Nygma is glad that Dycedarg's able to handle this calmly, because there's no way in hell she could.
[01:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin ducks away from the hand on his shoulder, eyes wide, panic starting to set in. "Don't touch me- what's going on?? Why am I here, why aren't I remembering shit?? Who are you, what'd you do- what's happening??" His breathing quickens, and he steps back, away from Dycedarg and Tori, openly freaking out now. "Why don't I know who I am?!"
[01:23 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve puts his hands up in a non-threatening position, speaking slowly and calmly. "Easy, easy, let's take a minute and relax, okay? You're here because we know you. You're my friend, you're Tori's...father-figure, I suppose. I don't know why you don't remember any of this, but this wouldn't be the first time people have woken up here lacking their memories, myself included. But please, I need you to remain calm. Panic won't help you remember anything." He's not sure what Pliskin will do, but he's hoping it won't come down to a fight. Not that he wouldn't enjoy the chance to punch Pliskin in the face, completely guilt-free, but that would upset Tori.
[01:25 AM] Tori Marie Nygma feels like she's been slapped. "...I didn't do anything, I promise. I promise!" she assures him, begging him to believe her.
[01:30 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is still not so sure about what the man is saying- at least until the girl pipes up. The tone in her voice, hurt and fright, that's what defuses him. No, no, he can't believe they did something to him, not when the girl is obviously as freaked out as he is.

He tries to take a deep breath, but it's shaky, and he suddenly feels like his limbs are numb. Visibly shaken, he moves past Dycedarg and towards the nearest seat- couch, chair, armchair, doesn't matter. He promptly plops down in it. "I can't remember any of this." He says, running a hand through his hair- oh. His hair is apparently kinda longish and shaggy. ... He didn't even know that. "I can't-" He huffs a short, humorless laugh, "Ha. I don't even know what I look like, this is fucked. What the hell..."
[01:31 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: How? How did this...?
[01:33 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve heads over to Tori to whisper to here where Pliskin can't hear. "Tori, I understand that you are upset, but right now we need to be there for Sir Pliskin and see if we can try to jog his memory. See if we can't find some way to help him remember who he is. Do you have a mirror anywhere that I could bring down here?" An entirely pointless effort, but the effort must be made nonetheless
[01:36 AM] Tori Marie Nygma tries to be just as quiet. "...the bathroom. There's a hand mirror in the bathroom."
[01:40 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods and heads to the bathroom. He finds the mirror swiftly but he doesn't leave the bathroom just yet, taking a moment to stare at his reflection and try and think of what to do about this situation long-term. There's no way that someone isn't going to eventually remember that "poison-detecting agent" he drank last night. He has to come up with a more plausible cause than that, and quickly. Tori he can handle, but the Colonel will be likely to be exceedingly unreasonable about this whole affair.
[01:41 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin slumps in his seat- he tries listening in on the whispering, but quickly realizes it's futile, and then the man has gone off somewhere. He sighs through his nose, and runs a hand through his hair again, frowning hard and cussing under his breath as he tries not to flip out again.
[01:43 AM] Tori Marie Nygma sighs deeply. She doesn't understand this. Any of it.
[01:44 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve shakes himself out of his reverie and heads back to the living room. He presents the hand mirror to Pliskin gently. "Here you are. Now you can see what you look like. Does this jog any memories for you?"
[01:46 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes the mirror, and looks at it- oh. So, that's him. Copper hair, blue eyes, a little on the pale side, straight, angular features. But... "No. It doesn't." He says, frowning, an angry tone to his voice. He grips the mirror- mostly because he's resisting throwing it. "I have no idea who the guy I'm looking at is, and he's supposed to be me?"
[01:50 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve sighs. "Not the answer I was hoping for, I will admit. We'll have to try something else, then." He sits down on the couch. "Let's start with the basics. Is there anything you remember? Even if it's something small, it could be helpful. A place, a song, a scent, a color, anything."
[01:54 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin stares a few moments longer at the mirror, before finally looking away- he's definitely looking at a mirror more later. But right now, he needs to focus on the other man's questions. He takes a deep breath and sighs, concentrating on... on anything. Anything he can grasp. He keeps feeling like he almost has something, like it's on the tip of his tongue, but it always escapes him.

"I... I don't know. I feel like there's something there, but I can't reach it." He says, frowning. "It's like... It's like trying to go through fog, but it's so thick you can't see your hand in front of your face. You reach out, and you feel things brush past, but they're gone before you can grasp them, and you can't even see them, or know which direction they'd gone."
[01:57 AM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't want to believe any of what she's hearing. "...whatever this is, we're going to help you. I swear it."
[02:00 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "Right, I think I can understand that. But, this is proof that not all of your memory is gone! If it were, you would have no idea what fog is, or what it's like to wander out into it. It's not ideal, true, and I don't mean to diminish what you're going through, but I honestly believe that we can help you. It will take time, and trust, but I don't believe that it is impossible. Are you willing to put a little trust in me? In us?" The gears are turning in his head now. A Pliskin that is loyal and indebted to him would be nothing less than a dream. He couldn't ask for a better, more devoted protector in all the worlds. And Tori would be so grateful that nothing could possibly shake her love and devotion ever again. This may be a blessing in disguise after all.
[02:03 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin listens, nodding along- that makes sense. He still knows language, can still speak, he knows of concepts like fog, and going out into it, still grasps various concepts like that. It's not idea, but... the man is right. It's a start. And it's better than nothing.

He takes a breath, looking at Dycedarg, and then over at Tori. For some reason, the other man puts him on edge, and he can't place why. But the girl, she gives off a different vibe. He feels like he can trust her, and if this man is with her, then he's probably fine, too. So, after a few moments, he nods. "Yeah. I'll trust you."
[02:09 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve breathes a sigh of relief. "Excellent. I'm glad to hear that." He reaches out and takes Tori's hand for support. This will be one of the harder events of her life, he knows, and he intends to be there to support her during this troubled time. Even if it's all his fault to begin with.
[02:21 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks back to the mirror, frowning at his unrecognizable reflection. His messy hair, the icy color of his eyes, the natural frown of his brow, the lines of his jaw and nose, the scruff on his face. He tilts his head and the mirror a bit- looks like he's wearing something around his neck? There's a small bruise, too, red and purplish, that he can't quite place. But the collar catches his attention most- why would a person wear a collar? For some reason, he feels like this is at least somewhat abnormal, but-

He reaches up his free hand to grasp at the tag, turning it and trying to read the mirrored writing- "Sobachka?" He says aloud, raising an eyebrow. "Not very creative, putting that on a dog collar. It just means doggy."

And then he makes a funny face, not quite grasping the revelation that he still understands another language besides English. "Wait, shit. Is that my name??"
[02:22 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve cannot stop himself from giggling uncontrollably. "no, no, that's not- oh god, no, that isn't your actual name, don't- don't worry. Your name is Iroquois Pliskin. Sobachka's just someone's pet name for you. So to speak."
[05:54 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...no.
[05:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks a little relieved, albeit slightly irritated at the laughing. GOD GIVE HIM A BREAK, HE HAD A NAME TAG ON HIM WHAT ELSE WAS HE SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN HE HAS NONE MEMORY. "Pet name? Who-" But then, that train of thought is interrupted by the young lady. "... No? No what?"
[05:59 PM] Tori Marie Nygma sighs, looking directly at David. "Your name is David Doe. Iroquois Pliskin's just an alias." She finds that she can't look at him for too long without it hurting inside too much, so eventually she pulls up her knees to her chest and hides her face in her knees.
[06:01 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve has finally stopped laughing. God, that was delightful. He turns to face Tori. "Really? David Doe is his real name? I'm astonished. He looks so much more like an Iroquois to me."
[06:02 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin frowns hard, and fiddles his fingers nervously. Wait, so the guy is telling him his name is one thing, but the girl says thats a fake name... for some reason? And his name is something else?? But the man seems to not even know this, and- aaahhhg, this is really confusing and frustrating. His fingertips find something metallic on a finger on his left hand, and gravitate to it, twisting and fiddling it around the base of his finger absently.

"I- Is my name David or Iroquois??" He blurts in frustration. "Make up your minds!"
[06:04 PM] Tori Marie Nygma flinches when he blurts that out, wanting to cry. She hates the fact that she's falling apart like this when her dad needs her the most. "It's David!" She takes a couple deep breaths before looking at Dycedarg. "...yes, David Doe is his real name."
[06:07 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve adopts his serious face once again. His serious face makes him look like a bored lion, but that's at least better than him giggling all over the place. "Right, I see. David, then. I'll have to remember that." He looks over to Sir Pli- /David/ fiddling with his ring. "Your name is David Doe. I apologize for unintentionally misleading you, I was unaware. I had always known you as Iroquois."
[06:11 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods slowly, twisting the ring on his finger. "David... David." He repeats, getting a feel for it on his tongue. That's his name. That's him. This is a start. "Got it. So... So my surname is really 'Doe'? Seriously? I mean, at least my first name isn't 'John', so..."

He huffs a couple short, slightly forced laughs, but his attempt to be lighthearted is clearly failing him. He continues to fiddle with the ring, sliding it along his finger a bit, before removing it to fiddle with the ring between his fingers, turning it over this way and that. He looks sideways at clearly upset young lady, frowning hard. "... I'm sorry."
[06:12 PM] Tori Marie Nygma slowly shakes her head against her knees. "No, it's... it's not your fault. You'd never choose to forget. I know that."
[06:14 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve puts a hand on Tori's back in a gesture of comfort. "Yes, we know it isn't your fault. Don't worry about that, Pl- David. We're going to help you as best we can."
[06:15 PM] Tori Marie Nygma tries not to let her body stiffen up when Dycedarg puts his hand on her back.
[06:18 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods, palming the ring and closing his hand around it for the moment. "Right. Thank you. I really appreciate it." He takes a breath, having a hard time looking at Tori any longer. He doesn't even know her, or at least, he doesn't remember knowing her, but seeing her despairing like that... it aches in his chest. "You seem like good people. I don't think I would've chosen to forget you."

Oh, David.
[06:19 PM] Tori Marie Nygma can't take it anymore. Hearing David say those words makes her cry, despite feeling extremely selfish for it. Why? How could this happen? She truly believes that he'd never willingly forget them, so why is this happening?!
[06:22 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve pulls Tori against his chest and strokes her hair, making soothing noises and trying to keep her calm. "Shhh, there, there, darling. We'll fix this. I promise. I will do everything I can to fix this terrible situation. All will be well, darling."
[06:25 PM] Tori Marie Nygma can't relax. This time, her body does noticeably stiffen up as Dycedarg adds to the physical contact between them. "No," she says between quiet sobs. "David needs the comfort more. /Dad/ needs the comfort more than me...!"
[06:26 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin just looks terribly uncomfortable as the girl cries, and even more as she insists that he needs the comfort. He hastily takes the ring, metal now warm, and puts it back on- accidentally on the wrong hand. He clears his throat quietly, and mutters something about giving them space. He hesitates where he stands for a few seconds, trying to figure out which way to go, before choosing to head towards a random door his eyes pick out- which turns out to lead to the kitchen.

In there, he heaves a few heavy breaths, head aching- and he's pretty sure it's not the vestiges of his hangover. David makes an uncomfortable noise, and sets about grabbing a glass and going to the sink. He needs some water.
[06:28 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve releases her from his hold, slightly put out but wisely saying nothing. "I don't think that's true, you're clearly not dealing with this well. But if you insist, then go to him. Who knows? Perhaps he'll respond to you, being your father and all." This is just cruel, Dycedarg.
[06:30 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is apparently really good at making Dycedarg feel put out lately! She laughs bitterly, lifting her head and running a hand through her hair. "Who are you kidding? It's obvious that I'm /already/ making it worse. Going to him now will just..."
[06:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin chugs an entire glass of tap water!... It helps, a little. In so much as it helps him keep calm. It doesn't really help his emotional state at all, doesn't change the way his heart hurts, but at least he's keeping it together. Don't panic. Don't freak out. It won't help anyone, let alone yourself... David.

He takes a deep breath, and sighs. At least he knows his name. David. David Doe.
[06:35 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve shakes his head. "I know, I know. But I'm rather lacking for any proper solutions here. This isn't exactly common, not even in Ivalice. I promised to help, and I will, but this isn't like treating someone becoming a zombie or something. Sudden, inexplicable amnesia isn't something I'm prepared to deal with."
[06:37 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...damnit. This is all wrong. He... he can't...
[06:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin wanders in through the back door, straight into the kitchen, with grocery bags on his arms, and-- aha, his husband up and drinking water! "Hello," he chirps, and drops the bags on the kitchen table, and then whoops hello David there's a very large, very scarred man with very big hands cupping your face and... booping his nose against yours. "How's your hangover treating you, beloved?" he asks, utterly casually, and presses a kiss to David's temple.
[06:42 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve senses a disturbance in the force. "...we didn't tell him about the Colonel."
[06:43 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Shit--!
[06:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is mildly startled by someone new coming in through the back door. He sets down his glass, frowning, and offers a half-hearted wave at the 'hello', only to be startled when the large man is suddenly all over him and- and booping their noses?? Oh God. Volgin's words barely register, not with those lips against his temple, and David starts to panic. He ducks away from Volgin, backing up and putting up his hands, palms out.

"I'm sorry, I-" He stammers, having a hard time finding an appropriate way to react to this. "I don't- I'm- wh... who are you??"
[06:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma tries to scramble up to her feet, but stumbles instead.
[06:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blinks, too startled to hold on to his husband, and opens his mouth, and then his brow furrows. Shit, is this ANOTHER clone--? But, no, those are the clothes he bought for David, and his hair is dyed copper, and he's wearing his collar, and there's that hickie Volgin had left the night before. What...?

"... What do you mean, who am I?" he asks, after a long, baffled moment.
[06:46 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve catches her before she falls, but this results in him falling over instead, tumbling backwards over the coffee table like some sort of clown and landing with a very loud "THUMP" on the floor.
[06:47 PM] Tori Marie Nygma moves over to him. "Dycedarg...!"
[06:50 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is also frowning pretty hard, but panic is clear in his eyes because he's kind of freaking the fuck out, a man he doesn't know- or, more accurately, doesn't remember knowing- just came up and started kissing him! And he has no idea why!! Who is this man?? What was going on, what isn't he remembering THIS time??

"I'm sorry, but I don't... I don't know who you are." He says, backing up a bit further, in case the terrifyingly large man doesn't react too well. "I don't know, I can't explain it, but I have no idea where I am and- the people in the next room, they..." God, why is this so hard to explain? "I can't remember."
[06:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin opens his mouth, and closes it, and his frownlines deepen, and-- "The people in the next room...?" he asks, then, without waiting for David to... stumble through whatever explanation he's trying to give, walks past him and peers out into the living room. The people seem to be Tori and Dycedarg, same as they were last night--

"Tori, why is my husband saying he doesn't know me?"
[06:53 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve just moans into the carpet. If he knew about the concept of Karma, Dycedarg would say that it's paying him back in spades, but since he doesn't, he's just annoyed.
[06:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin stays where he is, but Volgin's not very far, so David can definitely hear him when he speaks to Tori, and... and his heart skips a beat. And when it beats again, the tempo is hard and fast and it hurt and oh no. Oh no. He's... he's married?? Awh, fuck. Why couldn't he have been some loser with no relationships that lost all his memories.
[06:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is about to say something to Dycedarg when Volgin peers into the living room and-- fuck, she's about to cry again. "D-Dad... he..." she swallows hard, wiping at her face. "He doesn't remember /anything/."
[06:59 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets up off the floor and wipes a hand over his face. "It's true, unfortunately. We have no idea what happened, but he simply woke up and thought that we were all strangers. He didn't even know his name, or what he looked like until we got him a mirror. It defies all understanding."
[06:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin looks at Dycedarg, and looks at David, and looks at her teary eyes, and begins to swear in Russian, low but clearly upset.
[06:59 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: I'm sorry. I'm sorry this is happening...
[07:01 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin can understand every one of those swears- for a moment, his mind is sidetracked because it just hit him that hey, that's Russian, and he can understand it as well as English. But that little revelation quickly ebbs away because way more important things are happening right now. David's hands are lowered, and he fiddles again with his fingers, and the ring he put on the wrong finger, breathing a bit quickly through his nose. Great. Now he has two people he doesn't know that are all torn up over him not remembering them.
[07:05 PM] Yevgeny Volgin cuts himself off, watching David fiddle with his ring, and takes several breaths, and does not punch a hole in Tori's wall, in a great show of moderation.

"Is that true, David?" he asks, voice carefully gentle.
[07:07 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is still feeling a weird disconnect to that name. It's still taking time to register that that name means him, that he should react when he hears it. But the question is clearly directed to him, and he nods slowly. "I... yeah. I'm... I can't remember anything. I've been trying, but..." He clears his throat, turning his gaze down. "They had to tell me who I am. And... I don't know who any of you are."
[07:10 PM] Yevgeny Volgin feels like he's going to explode with lightning, fear and fury building up behind his sternum, and doesn't say anything for several long seconds, fists balling. "... My name is Volgin. Yevgeny Borisovitch Volgin. We got married a-- a month and a half ago, on Saint Valentine's Day," he says, as softly as he can, and licks his lips.
[07:12 PM] Tori Marie Nygma takes a couple steps backwards. She honestly wants to leave the house -- or at least go upstairs -- for a long while. Volgin clearly being upset is not helping this.
[07:16 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin can't help but feel nervous, every time he glances at Volgin, at those massive balling fists, that posture, the clearly restrained maelstrom, and even with Volgin keeping his voice soft, it doesn't make him any less terrifying. David swallows dryly, having a hard time looking at the other man.

At the reconfirmation that they were married, though, his chest aches. So recently. And he can't remember anything about this man. It suddenly hits him what that ring he's been playing with is- fuck, that was on his ring finger, wasn't it?? Immediately, he removes it again, as it was on a finger on the entirely wrong hand, but... he hesitates, instead of putting it back on the right finger. It doesn't feel right. He doesn't know this man, even if Volgin knows him. He doesn't remember getting married.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Yevgeny." He says, voice gruff and strained, and it doesn't even occur to him that casually calling Volgin by his first name like that might be weird coming from him. "If that's the case, I'm sure I wouldn't have wanted to forget. I just... I just did. I don't... Sorry."
[07:22 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is unsure of what to do right now, whether he should be comforting Tori, talking to Plis- DAVID, or trying to keep Volgin calm. So he mostly stays on the carpet.
[07:24 PM] Tori Marie Nygma's own fists ball up, bowing her head. The urge to run is only rising, but that wouldn't help anything. "...this... this has to be temporary. This /has/ to be. Eventually, you'll remember Volgin, Dycedarg, me, everyone else--!" Her fingernails begin to dig into the palms of her hands. "...we need you to remember. I... /I/ need you to..."
[07:26 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets up and puts a hand on Tori's shoulder. "Easy, darling. Trying to pressure him into remembering will only frustrate you both. I understand you are upset, but you must be patient with him. Okay?"
[07:26 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes, slowly, and loosens his fists, and continues not to punch any walls-- he doesn't know how this could happen, how his husband could have just lost-- lost all memory of the-- the people he loves, of the things he's... he's...

What was in that poison detector?

... hadn't Simon been endangered when he'd started having memory problems....?

His head swings around, and he looks at Dycedarg, and lightning crackles around his fists. "Tori," he says, softly, "I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
[07:27 PM] Simon-Blackquill: [[popcorn.gif begins]]
[07:28 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is immediately tense again once Dycedarg touches her. "...haha... right, right. I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

She feels like she's going to be sick. She hasn't lost David. She hasn't lost another father figure, like how she thought she lost the Riddler, but it /feels/ like it. Goddamnit, it feels like it... when Volgin addresses her, she nods. "R-Right. Yeah, sure," she says, moving over to him.
[07:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin manages not to shock her, despite the lightning dancing up his arms and sparkling blue-white around his arms, when he takes her arm and drags her along, through the kitchen and onto the back porch, closing the door hard behind him before letting her go. "Tori, Dycedarg said he'd tested all our drinks for poison before," he says, voice low and harsh. "Do you think he ever tested Simon's drinks for it? When Simon was in the hospital, maybe?"
[07:31 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is not unaware of that look. Damn it, he still hasn't had the time to come up with a proper explanation! He sits on the couch and begins to think. 'Okay, no, stay calm, stay calm. You can use his anger against him, accuse his judgement of being clouded. There's no actual way that he could know that you're responsible, he's just suspicious. There's been plenty of weird shit that's happened here before, you can use that.'
[07:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin just feels so guilty. They keep saying it's not his fault, and he knows it's not- he can tell already that he wouldn't have chosen to forget all of this unless he was a real asshole. And he doesn't think he'd have had all of this in the first place if that was the case. And yet, the guilt is eating at him, welling up like a hard, tangled, wiry ball of gunk in his gut and he doesn't like this one bit.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying, I-" He just wants to keep apologizing. There's nothing he can really do, but he wants to try, he hates that he's being of no help whatsoever. "I'm trying, I'm sorry, I'll-"

And then something crackling and bright catches his eye and his breathing stops in his throat and he almost chokes on it, heart beating madly, and he doesn't even know why. What... What is this?? He rubs at his eyes, hiding them, struggling to catch his breath, and backs into a wall. And when he looks back up, Volgin and whatever the hell that was, is gone.
[07:35 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is thankful that she doesn't get shocked -- that could mean horrible things for her pregnancy, she's sure. ...the pregnancy her father was going to help her tell Dycedarg about. Nn, no, damnit, don't think about it...! When Volgin closes the door hard behind them, she actually cries out, rather thankful when he lets go of her. Despite this, she listens to his words carefully, her eyes widening.

"...what?" she shakes her head. "I mean, no. No, I don't think he did that. Dycedarg didn't visit Simon in the hospital as much as some of the rest of us, you know?"

Maybe she just doesn't want to admit it's a possibility to herself.
[07:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin presses, urgently, "Do you think maybe someone else may have? He was in danger, right? I wasn't paying all THAT much attention, but I know David and Liquid went and got into spats there, and you did-- would someone have asked him for something like that, something to make sure nothing bad happened to Simon, right before he started having memory problems?"
[07:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: The one person who could have put Simon in any danger never wanted him poisoned! ...I don't see anyone asking for something like that, either.
[07:46 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is still thinking to himself. 'If it comes out that Lethe water exists at all, that could be a huge problem. ...what if I were to claim that someone had tampered with my poison-detection agent? That would be shaky, but it could make me look like the intended victim of a plot that unfortunately ensnared David instead of its intended target. Plan of last resort, that, but it could work if I play the outrage just right, should it come to light. ...let's try not to have it come to light, all the same.'
[07:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Then it's just a coincidence that Dycedarg doctors our drinks with-- with magical poison-detection fluid, and Simon started losing his memory after he was in danger, and David caught a bad case of amnesia after drinking a bottle of it?
[07:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is crackling all up and down with lightning.
[07:47 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...no. It can't be.
[07:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is not happy.
[07:48 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: It can't be a coincidence. You're right.
[07:48 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sinks himself into a seat at the kitchen table, breathing still a bit shaky, and buries his face in his hands. He shudders, taking a deep breath as he tries to steady himself. Stay calm. Stay calm, ... David.
[07:49 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Even if it's not, what can we do?
[07:50 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: If it's magic, then the solution is more magic.
[07:50 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ... I hope.
[07:50 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Unless magic breaks the memories of mere mortals all the time...
[07:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin looks in the kitchen door's window, and sees David there, and his rage drains away, as fast as it came. "... I should be with my husband," he says, softly, and opens the door.
[07:52 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...y-yeah. You're right.
[07:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin goes to David's side, and crouches next to his seat, and touches a broad, warm hand to his back.
[07:56 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is vaguely aware of someone's approach, but when a large hand touches his back, he gasps sharply through his nose and straightens upright, taking his hands from his face. "Er..." He looks over at Volgin, not quite sure what to say, and still holding the ring in one of his hands. "... I'm sorry." He says, feeling the need to apologize, like he had for Tori. "Are you... okay?"
[07:56 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sees Volgin come back in and sit next to David. Time to observe. He'll play his part when it's needed.
[07:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma goes back inside as well, closing the door behind her. She passes Volgin and David, doing her best not to look at them. This is awful. She hates every moment of it. Aw she walks back into the living room, she's pretty sure she's going to be sick over this--

...no. Not over this. This is definitely morning sickness. Goddamnit, on top of /everything else/--

She's going to run to the closest bathroom and be horrifically ill now.
[08:00 PM] Yevgeny Volgin opens his mouth, then shrugs a shoulder. "It's less important than if you're all right," he says, low and soft, though his face looks much, much older than it did when he walked in to the kitchen. "You were drinking pretty heavily last night. Do you have a hangover? Are you hungry? I was out buying supplies to make lamb stroganoff for lunch..."
[08:00 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve watches Tori run off to the bathroom and considers going after her, but decides to leave her be. If she needs to cry and be upset over this, it's better that she have some privacy.
[08:02 PM] Tori Marie Nygma can probably be heard throwing up from the bathroom.
[08:04 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve changes his mind and gets up to follow. If she's feeling sick, she might want some company. He lightly knocks on the door. "Tori? Do you need anything?"

[08:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin has the brief urge to vent frustration, to say that no, he's not fucking alright, he has NO IDEA WHO HE IS, and he knows nothing about himself or the people around him and everyone's upset about it! He's not going to be okay! But... But he knows this poor man doesn't deserve that sort of explosion. He's lost something, too, hasn't he? So instead, David takes a deep breath and looks away, fiddling with the ring between his fingertips.

"I was hungover earlier, but I think I'm alright now." He mumbles. He's still headachey, but he's pretty sure that's not the hangover anymore. "... That sounds tasty, though. I... won't say no to some food."

Obviously, he doesn't remember the last time he ate, but thinking about it is making his stomach growl.
[08:05 PM] Tori Marie Nygma waits until she's certain that she's done throwing up to answer. "...I... Dycedarg... c-come in."
[08:07 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He looks down at Tori and shakes his head. "You look like hell. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He offers her a hand to help her get up.
[08:07 PM] Karamatsu-Matsuno looks down, at his fiddling, and asks, "Would you like to help make it? You look like you could use something to do with your hands." He's being really careful, here, because if David doesn't remember anything-- anything at all-- then he might not... Volgin doesn't know. He might not LIKE Volgin, maybe, if Volgin isn't kind.
[08:08 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( wrong one ))
[08:08 PM] Karamatsu-Matsuno: ((PFF YEAH))
[08:08 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( maybe take the matsu outta here to aid in tabfaiol prevention ))\
[08:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((NOT A BAD IDEA))
[08:09 PM] Yevgeny Volgin does the things
[08:09 PM] Tori Marie Nygma hesitates for a moment before taking it. As much as she doesn't like Dycedarg seeing her right after a bout of morning sickness, she appreciates his kindness. "...thanks."
[08:10 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is turning the ring over in his hands, running rough fingertips over the hammered surface, swallowing dryly. But after a moment, he looks at Volgin and say in a quiet voice, "I wouldn't know the first thing about what to do."
[08:10 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve helps her get to her feet. "Not at all. Quick question: Are you sick, or is the situation upsetting you that much?" He turns on the sink so that she can wash her hands, at the least.
[08:12 PM] Tori Marie Nygma once again finds herself hesitating, this time with answering. No, this is the /worst/ time to tell him. "I..." she'll just move to wash her hands. She should just lie and say it's one hundred percent due to the situation.
[08:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, with somewhat forced cheer, "What, you don't remember how to cut meat with a knife? Well, I won't stand for that, my dear sobachka!" And there's the answer to who calls you doggy! Though he hesitates, then corrects himself, awkwardly, "David."
[08:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin had almost entirely forgotten that he'd never been told WHO it was that had this petname for him, and thus, who it must've been that put this collar on him. Buuut now everything makes sense as the pieces all click together, and David's cheeks tint pink. He clears his throat, grateful for Volgin correcting himself, and wonders if maybe he should take that collar off.

"Ah, right... I guess you could show me." He mumbles awkwardly, frowning, and he moves to stand up, absently leaving the ring on the table.
[08:18 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sighs and goes to close the lid on the toilet and flush it. "I promise, I will do everything I can to help David. If I have to move him into the mansion and have Doctor Blastbody work on restoring his memory every day, then I will. I swear it. I'll fix this for you, or I'll die trying."
[08:21 PM] Tori Marie Nygma stares down at the running water. "...I wonder if you'd still want to do that for me if you knew..." Her words are quiet.
[08:23 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve looks over at her. "If I knew...what?" Is she finally going to talk about what has had her so skittish for the past month and a half?
[08:23 PM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then reaches out to pocket it. He doesn't... he doesn't want David to forget it.

"It's easy," he says, encouragingly, and picks out a knife from Tori's butcher's block (or, probably, Jeb's butcher block, since Tori's not the best cook) and a cutting board, then finds the raw leg of lamb in the supplies he bought. "For stroganoff, it just needs to be cut into bite-sized pieces," he says, calmly, slicing through the plastic wrap and pulling it away from the meat. "It's all going to be simmered in wine and spices, so it doesn't really need to be pretty, just small enough to not choke on..."

He'll gently and patiently direct Snake until he's sure his husband has the idea, pressing down all the sparks of fury still struggling inside his chest.
[08:24 PM] Tori Marie Nygma isn't sure she should. She'll consider it while she's brushing her teeth. She grabs her toothbrush, puts toothpaste on it and goes to work. ...she might as well. Everything's going to hell anyway.

...her Dad can't stand by her side anyway.
[08:26 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sits down on the toilet lid and watches her brush her teeth. He'll wait for her to speak, he has the time.
[08:26 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin ... notices that, and the guilt hardens further in his gut. Oh. Oh, fuck, how did he not- he forgot. Fuck. That was probably like a slap in the face to the other man. He almost apologizes after Volgin pockets the ring, but Volgin's already moved on, so he decides to move on with him.

David slides up beside Volgin at the counter, watching him carefully, and, when it's his turn with the knife, it comes naturally enough. "Oh." He says, actually pleasantly surprised. "I guess the rest of me remembers this better than my brain does."
[08:28 PM] Tori Marie Nygma finishes, using mouthwash for good measure before turning off the water and moving to dry her still wet hands. "...I know this is the worst time to tell you, but..."
[08:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin's heart softens, and he says, fondly, "You probably remember how to shoot your guns, too, then. Maybe we can go to a shooting range later, and you can stretch your muscle memory?"
[08:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin slices up that leg of lamb nicely, and sets aside the knife when it's all in bite-sized chunks. He starts to slide to the sink to rinse off his hands, but he looks over at Volgin as he does. "Guns? I knew- know how to shoot guns?"

Are you going to tell the amnesiac he's a super soldier who's killed loads of people?
[08:30 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve turns to face her fully. "I strongly suspect there would never be a good time for news like this. Just tell me. I promise, I will not be upset."
[08:31 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I'm pregnant.
[08:32 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve .............sigh. His head lowers. "Damn it. .....I suppose it can't be helped. I'm gone for so long, you have a boyfriend you live with, it was going to happen eventually. More fool I for not seeing it sooner."
[08:33 PM] Tori Marie Nygma frowns deeply. "It isn't Jeb's."
[08:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( [record scratch] ))
[08:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( [violin screech] ))
[08:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( [piano slam] ))
[08:34 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((LMFAO))
[08:34 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, cheerfully, "You do! I had to rent a truck to get them all to my apartment." That's not unusual, right? "And if you've forgotten how to handle them, your brother or that-- ah--" Come to think of it, David probably doesn't know he has a brother. And clone. And that he's a clone. Hmm. "... Your brother or your clone would probably be happy to help you," he says, a little more pointedly, letting David pick up on the thing without outright saying it. "I don't know about your father, though, you two only get along passably."
[08:35 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: .....are you saying that it's mine? That I-I had gotten you pregnant and then went off to war like some kind of terrible cliche?
[08:35 PM] Yevgeny Volgin tries to make it sound like a passing observation, not like he's trying to fill David in on his life.
[08:35 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I'm sorry, but it isn't yours either.
[08:36 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is puzzled. "But then, whose is-" And then it clicks. ".....Blackquill."
[08:36 PM] Simon-Blackquill: [[ 8) ]]
[08:37 PM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't answer. She just holds her arm and looks away.
[08:42 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks surprised at those slips! "I have a brother?" He says, latching onto that, and- "And a clone?" But he says it in the same tone as he said brother, apparently not... finding anything weird about that. And why would he? He knows dicksquat about fuckall. If Volgin can say it so casually, then it mustn't be a big deal.

"I... Don't remember my family." He says, even though it should be obvious. And he frowns. "What are they like? Fuck, how many more people is this garbage going to fuck over?"
[08:44 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve swears under his breath and stands up. "This isn't the time to argue about this, we have bigger things to worry about. But...why him? Why that-that greasy vampire? I don't understand."
[08:48 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Simon isn't a /greasy vampire/! And... and I thought he was going to /die/. I wanted to give him his dying wish, all right?!
[08:49 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "Your brother is your twin, I think, but he's blonde, and has a British accent. He doesn't like shirts. You two get along well enough. Your clone is... a lot like you. Not as cute, obviously, but you seem to like him. And... you're friendly with a lot of people. Were friendly. I don't think anyone's going to be... happy about this."
[08:54 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin kinda wants to ask how he can be twins with someone but have differently colored hair, but that's unimportant. Especially in that now he's thinking about how many more people are going to have to be upset about this. Godammit. What happened? What happened to him? Did he do something to cause this?? David sighs, and leans against the counter beside the sink. "Which do you think would be worse, me like this, or me gone?" He asks, voice low. "I don't know if I want anyone else to have to deal with this."
[08:55 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve begins to turn red in the face. "He absolutely /is/ a greasy vampire, and why would-" He stops, calms down. Now is not the time. "No, no, now is not the time to let jealousy dictate my actions. I'm not happy about this, not in the least, but let's just put it aside for now and focus on David for the time being. We can yell all we like later."
[08:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...of course. Yeah, we can yell later.
[08:57 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve puts a hand on the doorknob but before he opens it, he turns to look at Tori. "Please don't misunderstand. I'm angry, but...I do still love you. That hasn't changed."
[08:58 PM] Tori Marie Nygma smiles weakly. "And here I thought you said you wouldn't get upset," she replies, with nothing resembling bitterness and resentment in her voice -- only an endless amount of sadness. "I love you too. ...thank you for putting Dad first."
[08:58 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, instantly, "You being gone," with a sudden note of anxiety in his voice, reaching out from what he's doing-- he was picking out spices from the spice rack or something, probably-- to grab David's wrist, then his hand, despite its dampness.
[08:58 PM] Yevgeny Volgin PLEASE DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE, HUSBAND.
[09:00 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sighs. "Perhaps I should have said that I won't lose my temper instead. Regardless, let's just...deal with your father. See what can be done for him. Maybe afterwards we can talk about this without it getting quite so heated."
[09:01 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin WASN'T THINKING OF SUICIDE OH MY GOD!... Although, being an amnesiac, what he WAS considering might have ended up being unintentional suicide. David jolts in surprise at Volgin reaching for him, but his hand has been taken before he can do anything. "Ah-" He tugs on his hand slightly, looking uncomfortable. "Y-Yeah, I mean... what if I just left? They'd never know, I mean, sure, I'd come off as a hude dick, probably, but... I don't know. Which is worse?"
[09:02 PM] Yevgeny Volgin looks at David, and his heart jumps in his throat, and he says, tone almost pleading, "Don't leave me, David."
[09:03 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...right.
[09:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin curls his fingers as best he can, and he looks downright upset. Frustrated. Guilty. "But-" He growls in frustration, and tries to tug his hand back again. "I don't... I don't even remember you." He says, voice quiet, "I don't know who you are, only what you've told me. I don't even know who /I/ am. Doesn't that... Haven't I already...?"
[09:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin lets him has his hand back, and doesn't know what to say.

"... <Maybe we can save the life-changing choices for after lunch,>" he suggests, lowly, head bowed and broad shoulders hunched.
[09:08 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve opens the door and heads back to the living room. His face is dark, but he struggles to return it to that detached expression he so often wears. Tori's pregnant. Tori's pregnant with Simon Blackquill's child. He should never have put Lethe water in his system, it should have been enough poison to kill a chocobo. How dare he. How /DARE/ he- No, no no. Calm. Detached. You are Dycedarg Beoulve, Duke of Gallione. Act like it.
[09:10 PM] Tori Marie Nygma remains in the bathroom for a few moments before following Dycedarg back into the living room, head bowed. This didn't help a thing. Dycedarg knows and is obviously angry, and her father still doesn't remember a damn thing about her or anyone else.
[09:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes his hand back at last, and at the Russian the other man speaks, he lowers his head as well and nods. He wipes his damp hands on his pants, keeping his eyes diverted from Volgin. He... regrets opening his mouth. It's not untrue, it's how he feels, but... but he feels like he'd just done something unthinkable.

"... <What else would you like me to do?>" He asks, voice quiet, "<To... help cook, I mean.>"
[09:15 PM] Yevgeny Volgin gives directions to find the pasta pot and fill it with water while Volgin chops up an onion, and to help him taste the wine he bought, and generally tries to keep them both busy until the meat is simmering in wine and rosemary and pepper, and the water is working its way slowly to a boil, and all that's left is to wait. Then, finally, he sits at the table, and says to David, "<Strange things have happened that have been temporary, before. But... you're not the first person to have memory problems after... being around Dycedarg.>"
[09:19 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin does as he's told, eager to at least help out here, to make up for earlier and... everything, really. God. Soon enough, the lamb is simmering away on the stove, and David hesitates, before following Volgin to sit across from him at the table.

The implication Volgin is bringing to that table, though, makes him frown. "<That's a pretty heavy accusation.>" He says carefully, "<He's been nothing but helpful and concerned since I woke up with these issues.>"
[09:20 PM] Tori Marie Nygma sits back down on her favorite couch.
[09:22 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sits in an armchair. He doesn't say anything, not sure of what all he really WANTS to say. Yelling angrily won't solve anything, but he isn't even sure if he's angrier than he is afraid that he'll lose Tori. He's sacrificed so much to climb to the top, he doesn't want to lose the only person in the universe besides his brother he wants to share his spoils with.
[09:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin frowns, and thinks back over the past night, and says, "<Tori doesn't agree with me, but she's in love with him. But last night... you drank something he brought, something in a little bottle, something none of the rest of us drank, and now you can't remember anything.>"
[09:24 PM] Tori Marie Nygma stares down at her hands. Everything is going wrong at once. She thinks that right now, it's important for Volgin to have alone time with David. ...unfortunately, this means being alone with Dycedarg. In a horrible, tense situation she created between them.
[09:25 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin frowns a bit harder, and that's something he can't really argue against- he can't remember, anyways. But even if it's true... "<I still think he's been genuine with me. He's... He was the first to try and help me, keep me together, worry about me, and->" David shakes his head. "<Maybe it was an accident.>"
[09:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "<He did try to stop you. He said it was a poison detector, that it was rare.>" He had taken his word for it, come to think of it. Why had he trusted Dycedarg to tell the truth? "<... I... come to think of it...> There was that day that we all lost. And he's said he'd used the poison detector on us before..."
[09:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin suddenly wonders how far back this went. Holy shit.
[09:30 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve sighs. "I can't not talk about this. How far along are you, roughly?"
[09:30 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...more than four months.
[09:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts. "<I think you might be overthinking it. I still say it was an accident.>" And then, since Volgin's switched to English, so does he. "It sounds like he's been trying to be helpful."
[09:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a distracted noise, head turned towards the other room. Shit. Shit, has Dycedarg been drugging them?
[09:34 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. There's a silence sitting between them that a more crass man might deign to call a pregnant pause. "Do you have any plans for the child?"
[09:35 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: I think she'll probably be living with me... but that could change, you know? Simon and Bobby /do/ have a more child-appropriate house, since they already have one kid...
[09:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a face- is Volgin ignoring him?? He makes a frustrated noise. "Maybe you should take it up with him if you think your conspiracy is so accurate." He says, a bit biting in his tone, and turns in his seat, as if to get up. "Or maybe I'll go bring it up."
[09:39 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: So you know she is a girl already? How is that possible?
[09:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a noise of alarm, and lurches towards his husband, not-- not quite grabbing him, he doesn't want the pain of his husband pulling away from him again, but clearly not eager for him to go talk to Dycedarg.
[09:40 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...we've... met a version of her. I don't remember if you were there or not, but...
[09:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gives Volgin an incredulous look. "What??"
[09:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: "<I don't want you getting hurt,>" he blurts, clearly unplanned, the light of panic in his pale eyes, crumpling his brow
[09:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: .
[09:42 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Oh. So this is Raven, then. Yes, we've met. I didn't think this was the same person, though.
[09:43 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: I guess the truth's surprising, huh
[09:43 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((*?))
[09:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes such a confused face. "<Why would he hurt me?>" He asks, "<He's been nothing but helpful, I told you already. Before you even got here. He's been nothing but kind.>"
[09:48 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "What is that expression? Truth is stranger than fiction? I can certainly believe it now." There's another pause. "...I suppose I'd been hoping to run into a child of my own here someday after meeting Raven, though."
[09:52 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...that so?
[09:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin swallows thickly. "<I don't trust him. You don't trust him,>" he says, low and openly anxious, which is a weird look on a man as big, scarred, and russian as Volgin.
[09:54 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't like that look on Volgin's face. But he also doesn't like being told how he feels- not when it's wrong. "<Don't speak on behalf of my thoughts.>" He says, an accusing tone in his voice, as he stands up. "<I do trust him. He's the only one who's actually been helpful so far.>"
[09:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin recoils, hurt plain on his face.
[09:59 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses, and makes an uncomfortable noise, before sitting back down. He doesn't know a lot of things right now. But for sure, he doesn't like seeing people who so obviously cared about him looking like that. ... He doesn't feel right apologizing. He doesn't feel like he's in the wrong. David just puts his elbow on the table and rests his head against his hand, fingers tangling in his hair, and sighs heavily.

"Just go talk to him about it yourself. I'll stay here."
[10:11 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "Yes. I never really gave much thought to children before I met you. I was fully prepared to let Zalbaag inherit everything. You...changed that. You're the first woman I've ever actually wanted to be with, to marry. So...I suppose I was hoping to run into such a child from the future. It would feel like vindication. ...like I'm not going to lose you."
[10:13 PM] Tori Marie Nygma feels more and more guilty the more Dycedarg speaks. "...you're not going to leave me," she says. "The only way I'd leave is if you rejected me over this, you know? I still love you so much. It really /has/ hurt when you haven't been around -- that wasn't a lie. I hate when you're not here. I /hate/ it... I hate the idea that when you leave, it'll be the last time I ever see you. I /need you/."
[10:14 PM] Yevgeny Volgin still looks stricken, then reaches out towards his husband. "<I... don't mean to upset you,>" he says, lowly, and puts his hand on the table, near his elbow, close enough for the warmth of it to be felt. "<I love you, my dog, my David. Even if you can't remember it right now.>"
[10:19 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sighs again, and is about to speak... only to make a funny face first, looking back up at Volgin. "... <I'm going to assume that, since we were apparently married, and I wore... this around my neck, that I'm not supposed to be insulted by you calling me your dog.>" He says, with... maybe a hint of amusement in his voice. David straightens up a bit, taking his face from his hand, and instead putting his elbows and hands against the table, fingers already coming together to fiddle as he crosses his legs. "<I... Didn't mean to snap. I still think you're wrong, but...>"

There's a pause, and David shakes his head, looking away again. "Please stop looking at me like that. You and that girl- I don't know either of you, don't remember it, but I can't stand seeing you both like-" But then he stops himself, grunting. "... Sorry. That's selfish. You both lost things, too."
[10:21 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets up and sits down next to Tori. "I need you too, Tori. I love you. I need you in my life like I need to breathe. You're the only one I trust, that I truly care for above all others. I would do anything for you." He takes her hand in his.
[10:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin actually snorts a laugh, but he looks away when David says... "I hope I'm wrong. I hope you've just misplaced your memories, not... lost them forever." Then, in an attempt to tease, to lighten the mood, he says, "It would definitely be a shame if you never remembered how much you like being my sobachka."
[10:25 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin huffs a couple laughs, but they're sheepish, a little nervous, and he's not sure what Volgin's getting at, but he feels more than a little awkward at that. "Ahah... Sure. Anyways, I'm trying my best to remember, really. I'm just... not getting any results right now."

He pauses again, uncrossing his legs, and crossing them again. "I still think you should at least bring up your concerns, instead of just stewing in paranoia."
[10:26 PM] Tori Marie Nygma wants to ask 'what about Jeb,' but she doesn't. "I don't think I could handle you not being in my life," she admits quietly as she squeezes his hand. "I love you, Dycedarg. I love you..."
[10:27 PM] Yevgeny Volgin snorts another laugh, this one darker. "Ah, but paranoia's what I do best," he says, somewhat less jokingly, and automatically reaches out to-- touch David, who keeps on pulling away. He curls his fingers in, and lowers his hand, then asks, "May I touch your hair, David?"
[10:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls, a bit irritated at how stubborn Volgin is being. But then, Volgin reaches for him, and automatically he starts to move away, only to pause when Volgin stops. The question, however, catches him off-guard. David frowns hard, making a slightly uncomfortable noise in his throat, before asking, quietly, "Do you... think that's a good idea?"
[10:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ... You usually like it.
[10:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ... Liked it?
[10:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ... Unless you don't want to be touched by me at all.
[10:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is trying his best.
[10:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes another uncomfortable noise, and frowns down at his fiddling hands. "It's not that, I just- I don't recognize you, I don't know you- don't remember, at least. I..." David sighs trying to figure out a way to explain this without hurting the other man. "It... just feels like a stranger trying to touch me. I realize I should know you, but it just doesn't feel that way. And then..."

And then, yeah, there's something else, that keeps bothering him. "... I don't want to get your hopes up."
[10:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin , thus, has his hopes completely crushed, stomped on, and sent to a glass recycling plant, where they are turned into despair.
[10:40 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((but did he become a witch))
[10:41 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((yes))
[10:41 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((obvi))
[10:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin swallows, and says, "I understand," and looks towards the food. "If-- if the water boils while I'm talking to Dycedarg, put the noodles in for seven minutes. I don't imagine I'll be longer than that."
[10:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin fidgets uncrossing his legs and biting his lower lip, guilt hard in his gut again. Automatically, his fingertips slide to the base of the fourth finger on his left hand, only to find nothing there. ... And it only just now hits him how natural it felt, having the ring there. And how strange it feels without it. Even if he remembers nothing to do with it.

He opens his mouth to say something, but Volgin's already giving him instructions and mentioning talking to Dycedarg. "Ah... right. I'll keep an eye on it."
[10:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin almost touches him again as he stands, hand pulling back jerkily before it can make contact, and he lurches out towards the other room, clearly shaken.
[11:13 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve has been sitting in silence for a while now, but then he looks up and sees Volgin. "Colonel, you might want to sit down. You look like you need a chance to get our bearings."
[11:13 PM] Tori Marie Nygma pulls away from Dycedarg slightly... or at least attempts it halfheartedly.
[11:15 PM] Yevgeny Volgin shakes his head and asks Dycedarg, directly, "When Simon was in the hospital, did you use the poison-detecting liquid on any of his drinks, or give any to anyone who might have?"
[11:16 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is BEGINNING TO THINK it wasn't poison-detecting liquid at all, but... no. If it's not, then he's not going to let on his suspicions.
[11:19 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve knew something like that was coming. He shakes his head. "No, I haven't. Pliskin finding it was the first time anyone outside of the mansion has ever seen it. I did bring Sir Blackquill food and drink once, but it was all food and drink from here. Mostly sandwiches, fruit, and bottled water. Everything that I've treated with the poison-detection agent has been things that come from my world, which has usually been alcohol. Frankly, Simon is perhaps the only person that couldn't have had any of it while he was hospitalized." There you have it, a fully formed, plausible lie.
[11:21 PM] Tori Marie Nygma keeps quiet.
[11:21 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Wait, his name is David. Apologies.
[11:25 PM] Yevgeny Volgin narrows his eyes, but can find no holes in the story.
[11:26 PM] Yevgeny Volgin ... also wasn't paying much attention at the time, dammit/
[11:27 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin hears burbling from the pot, so he gets up to check- yep, that's boiling all right. He does as Volgin instructed, and puts the noodles in, starting the seven minute count in his head. It doesn't even occur to him that it might be odd that he can keep exact track of the countdown.

... Man, this smells good.
[11:27 PM] Tori Marie Nygma decides that there's something she has to be absolutely certain of herself. "...even with... what you said earlier, you wouldn't hurt Simon for any reason. Right?"
[11:29 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve tilts his head, as if he were giving it honest thought. "I won't lie to you." Bullshit. "Even before today, I was never especially fond of Sir Blackquill. But I had no reason to hurt him then, and frankly, as much as it would make me feel a little better, hurting him now would accomplish nothing."
[11:31 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I guess that explains some things.
[11:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin also thinks BULLSHIT, but he's not going to get into a fight with Dycedarg when Tori's right there, absolutely able of kicking his ass, so he turns away and goes into the kitchen.
[11:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is hovering over by the pot, watching the noodles, and thinking of how tasty this is gonna be when it's done.
[11:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin finds David there, and his hands itch to touch him, but instead he just makes his steps heavy. "He had a perfect explaination of how he couldn
[11:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((whoops__
[11:32 PM] Tori Marie Nygma wants desperately to believe Dycedarg wouldn't, even if... no. Stop it right there. Still, when Volgin turns away, she mutters 'excuse me' to Dycedarg and follows him.
[11:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin finds David there, and his hands itch to touch him, but instead he just makes his steps heavy. "<He had a perfect explanation of how he couldn't have possibly had anything to do with it-->" he begins, then realizes Tori is behind him. "Ptichka," he says, in greeting, and gestures to the table. "Would you like some stroganoff when it's ready?"
[11:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin straightens up when he hears Volgin approaching. "<Probably because he really didn't have anything to do with anything like that.>" He says, turning around- oh, it's the girl. David looks a bit awkward, and crosses his arms. "... Smells really good, by the way."
[11:37 PM] Tori Marie Nygma notices David and doesn't say a word to him, instead averting her gaze. Looks like she isn't going to get to talk to Volgin about... the other thing. "...it does smell pretty damn good," she admits to Volgin. "Sure, I'd love to."

Maybe she'll somehow manage to be around her amnesiac father figure without crying, even! Wouldn't that be something?
[11:39 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets up and heads to the kitchen as well. "Anything I can do to help make dinner?"
[11:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, as a joke, "<Maybe it's because he's nobility. Mistrust of a bourgeois Baron is probably genetic.>" Does... is David even capable of getting the Soviet Russia joke? Volgin doesn't know.
[11:41 PM] Yevgeny Volgin also resists saying something like 'No, you've helped enough' to Dycedarg, though he gives the man a flatly unfriendly look that might as well be the same thing. "No," he says, without the commentary.
[11:41 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin does not get the joke, no. It's terribly unfortunate, because he just looks at Volgin cluelessly for a moment, before saying "<Uh, right...>" And stepping aside so Volgin can get to the pot.
[11:44 PM] Yevgeny Volgin stirs the noodles, to make sure they aren't sticking to the sides or bottom of the pot, and tips out an entire tub of sour cream into the meat-and-onion-and-wine-and-herb sauce, turning down the heat and slowly stirring it to let the sour cream melt smoothly through. It is not exactly the most attractive color, but it smells fabulous.
[11:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma really wants to say something, but she doesn't.
[11:45 PM] Tori Marie Nygma opts to say something completely different instead. "...you know, I'm really jealous. You're always so good at cooking," she says. It's the truth, but it's obvious that she's saying it as a distraction of some sort.
[11:45 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin quietly stands to the side, watching Volgin cook. He even cocks his head to one side, and wets his lips a bit with his tongue, stomach growling.
[11:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin glances at her, and glances at David, and says, mild and clearly trying not to make David feel bad, "... Someone once told me they liked it when I made things for them. So I try to make things they'd like."
[11:49 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't catch the implication because, despite being intelligent, he's still slow as hell. "That's kind of you." He says, the corner of his mouth twitching up a bit. "How long have you been cooking?"
[11:50 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I've always wanted to make things for people.
[11:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles back at him, just a little, and says, "Well, I've been ABLE to cook since I was a boy, but I've been learning new things and trying to cook better than army food for people over the past, mm... eight months or so."
[11:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: And don't you sew, Tori? Surely you're able to make people things with cloth and thread.
[11:54 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: You sew?
[11:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin glances curiously over at Tori.
[11:55 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Well, yeah! Of course I make clothes for people to make them happy. I have to put my amazing talent to use, and that's really the best way! ...but there's also nothing else like a warm, homecooked meal.
[11:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: You could try making quilts, maybe. That could keep people nice and warm
[11:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: .
[11:55 PM] Tori Marie Nygma tenses, looking over to David. "...yeah, I do. I got interested when I was a teen, and I haven't stopped since," she says, only sounding sheepish instead of horrifically depressed.
[11:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin may be deadpan joking?
[11:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma appreciates Volgin's efforts, letting out a dry laugh in response.
[11:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin flicks a smile at her!
[11:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: David, how much longer do the noodles need?
[11:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin ... notices the way she tensed up when he addresses her and, instead of continuing the conversation, he goes quiet. At least until Volgin questions him. "Two minutes and... thirteen seconds."
[11:58 PM] Tori Marie Nygma smiles back! ...she doesn't mind continuing the conversation with David, though, but she'll speak in a way that sounds like she's more addressing both him and Volgin. "...unfortunately, I've more had to make clothes for /myself/ recently. Not that half of my stuff isn't made by me /anyway/, but I'm going to quickly grow out of that stuff because I-- ...because of reasons."
[12:05 AM] Yevgeny Volgin has nephews and nieces, he figured out the reasons ages ago, but he doesn't say anything aloud, since he doesn't know that Dyce knows. "Your plumage still looks very nice, Ptichka," he says, a little fondly, and gives David a warm smile. "When they're done, take the pot to the sink-- there's potholders over there, so you don't burn your hands-- and pull the inside pot out, so the noodles can drain. Tori, can you get out some bowls and forks  for us?"
[12:08 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin glances at Tori again, raising an eyebrow. "Reasons? What reasons?" He asks, curiously and cluelessly. When Volgin gives him further instructions, he nods, and fetches the potholders ahead of time. Won't be much longer, now.

In fact, soon enough, he's doing as he was told, the pot off the stove and the noodles draining.
[12:08 AM] Tori Marie Nygma smiles at Volgin. "Thanks," she says. "Yeah, I can do that!" AND SO SHE DOES.
[12:08 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says to David, playfully, "You don't ask a woman about her weight, David! It's rude, and Tori can kick your ass."
[12:09 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: I wouldn't kick his ass!
[12:09 AM] Yevgeny Volgin casually implies that Tori's body changes are her 'gaining weight'.
[12:09 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: You COULD, though.
[12:09 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin falters, nearly spilling the noodles. "Wait, what?? But I didn't-!"

He doesn't get it.
[12:10 AM] Yevgeny Volgin explains, when David falters, "<She's pregnant, pup. Not everyone knows.>"
[12:11 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin neARLY DROPS THE NOODLES AGAIN!! "Oh. Oh!!! Oh. Okay." He drops his voice to a bit and nods. "<Got it.>"
[12:13 AM] Tori Marie Nygma gives David a fond smile, despite everything. Not that she knows what was just said -- while she could have started using her blending abilities at any point, at a time like this she actually doesn't /want/ to pry. This whole thing is delicate, fragile.
[12:13 AM] Yevgeny Volgin , despite the stupid, awful circumstances, can't help but find David's fumbling cute, and he wants to-- wants to-- gather him up in his arms, and kiss him, and--

He focuses in on his own task, making sure the sauce is thoroughly mixed, tasting it and adding a last couple turns of the pepper mill, then saying, "Lunch is ready."
[12:14 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Excellent. I am starving. I haven't eaten all day.
[12:15 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve says this from the living room after having been denied entry to the kitchen
[12:15 AM] Yevgeny Volgin didn't deny you entry, you big dramatic lizard, he just denied your help making food.
[12:16 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is also terribly hungry, and takes up one of those bowls and forks that Tori fetched. "Me, too. I can't remember the last time I at- oh."
[12:16 AM] Yevgeny Volgin tells him, "At lunch, yesterday."
[12:16 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: We had bacon and egg and cheese sandwiches.
[12:17 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin made himself sad, there, but... he appreciates Volgin filling him in. "... That sounds pretty good Did you make them?"
[12:21 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: You fried the eggs, actually. They were delicious.
[12:21 AM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles at him, a little, warmly, trying not to think of how David doesn't remember it.
[12:22 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: O-Oh... did I? Uh... you're welcome. Or, I mean, thank you?
[12:22 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is maybe just a lil flustered. God just give him some food already.
[12:25 AM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs and serves up a big bowl of egg noodles and sauce for David, pressing it into his hands. "Eat, Sobachka," he urges, and almost looks like he's going to lean in for a kiss, except then he remembers-- he jerks back from his little dip towards his husband, and turns away, serving himself some. "Serve yourself if you want some, Dycedarg," he calls, and sits at the kitchen table.
[12:26 AM] Tori Marie Nygma is going in to serve herself, that's for sure.
[12:27 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't quite catch that almost-lean-in, thankfully, so there's not that much more awkwardness between them. There's still some, though. Because he's not sure how he feels about being called Sobachka like this. But, he doesn't say anything, and just follows Volgin to the table, sitting across from him and digging in! God, he was hungry. And this is tasty!

"Mmh! S'good."
[12:33 AM] Yevgeny Volgin looks pleased, and says, "The noodles are perfect," and hey the noodles were David's responsibility so that's praise for David.
[12:34 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a moment to realize that that's a compliment directed at him. But when he does, he clears his throat, cheeks tinting slightly. "Ah... right. Thanks."
[12:34 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I mean, I just... did as you told me.
[12:37 AM] Tori Marie Nygma joins them at the kitchen table once she's done serving herself.
[12:37 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: You still did it really well.
[12:37 AM] Yevgeny Volgin props his chin on his hand and smiles at David, face full of fondness.
[12:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin isn't sure how he feels about being stared at like that, but it's making him feel a little nervous with his heart beating a bit faster, and his cheeks stay tinted. "... The sauce is amazing, by the way."
[12:40 AM] Tori Marie Nygma eats quietly, but nods in agreement with David's words.
[12:42 AM] Yevgeny Volgin grins a little wider. "I used a nice wine for it, which helps, but the really important part is using lamb and rosemary-- they're perfect together-- and lots of sour cream. Everything is better with sour cream, as far as I can tell."
[12:44 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin actually smiles properly this time, even if it's still that same little lopsided smile he used to occasionally give before all this. "I'll have to take your word for it, since this is delicious." He says, crossing his ankles under the table. "Good thing you decided to cook nice things one day."
[12:49 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's fond look melts into one of absolute adoration at that smile, and he smiles back, a little dazed-looking. He loves his husband's smile. He loves his husband. "I'm glad you think so," he says. "Maybe I can cook some more for you sometime soon..."
[12:50 AM] Tori Marie Nygma keeps eating, letting them talk to each other.
[12:52 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is a little taken aback at that look on Volgin's face, and he clears his throat, glancing away sheepishly and dropping the smile. He's suddenly got a mix of complicated emotions, most of which he can't quite place, besides a general discomfort and the complexity. But, regardless, he nods slowly. "I think... I'd like that. I don't exactly know any recipes right now, so..." He clears his throat. "I won't be cooking for myself any time soon."
[12:53 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Maybe they could be cooking lessons, too, then? I wouldn't want you to starve...
[12:55 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Sure. Why not? Could be interesting.
[12:56 AM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a pleased noise. "It's a deal, then," he says, and dedicates himself to his food for a while, looking about as happy as the circumstances allow.
[12:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin smiles again, for just a moment, before returning to his food as well. Soon enough, his bowl is empty, and he takes it to the sink to rinse out.
[01:02 AM] Yevgeny Volgin watches him, affection clear on his face, but asks Tori, tone as normal as he can manage, "What were your plans for today, Ptichka?"
[01:03 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I didn't really have any. Why?
[01:03 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin puts his bowl and fork in the dishwasher, before moving back to sit back down at the table, elbow on the surface propping up his arm, chin in his hand. He's just gonna listen to Volgin and Tori talk, don't mind him.
[01:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Ah, I was wondering if you needed any help around the house, or with a project or anything. But if you're not busy... David, is there anything you'd like to do today? Maybe Tori could come with us, if you'd like.
[01:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin was PRETTY SPOOKED by the talk of David Leaving Forever and he Does Not Want That and is going to Subtly make sure that David cannot leave them by being all up in his business. In the kindest way he can manage.
[01:08 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin freezes when he's suddenly put on the spot. He lifts his head, and scratches at the back of his neck, just under his collar. "Ah... I... I don't know? I don't really, er..." He clears his throat, frowning, and looking a bit sheepish. "I don't know... what there is to do."
[01:10 AM] Tori Marie Nygma finishes the rest of her lunch.
[01:10 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: We could watch some of your favorite movies, or go out to see one? Or take you to a gun range. You could ask questions, if you wanted, or we could... mm. Well, maybe no motorcycle until you've had a chance to review driving laws.
[01:11 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: I could take you for a ride around town on my scooter.
[01:12 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: We could visit your brother-- he lives in an abandoned warehouse-- or my favorite diner...
[01:14 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve comes back in to hear the tail end of this conversation. Evidently he stepped out for a moment. Bringing some food to his chocobo? Let's go with that. "Making plans for the day, Colonel?"
[01:15 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin blinks, mildly surprised at all these things Volgin's already listing off. "Oh, uh... I'd like to hear what my favorite movies were, maybe. Or go for a ride, or go to a diner later... Food's pretty nice. Maybe for dinner?"

He pauses, and fidgets at the table. "... Not sure if I want to meet my brother, yet."
[01:17 AM] Tori Marie Nygma wonders if she should really go with them, with Dycedarg still here.
[01:19 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: "I think I still have most of them on my computer at home..." he says, then asks Tori, "Have you ever seen Escape from New York?" Dycedarg gets fairly rudely ignored.
[01:20 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Eh? No, I don't think so...
[01:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't ignore Dycedarg! In fact, he looks over at Dycedarg and asks, "Do you want to come with?"
[01:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin sry volgin
[01:23 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: --Dycedarg and I may need to talk about things later, so I wouldn't want both of us to be out for too long, you know?
[01:33 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Maybe I can bring my computer here, and we can watch something later...?
[01:33 AM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't really want to watch a movie with Dycedarg, but if David wants to...
[01:33 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve considers it and turns to Tori. "Well, what's the harm, Tori? We could use some fresh air. Maybe something to lighten the mood."
[01:33 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: I... I guess so, I just...
[01:34 AM] Tori Marie Nygma kind of gets the impression that Volgin doesn't want Dycedarg around and sort of wanted to help keep them separate. SORRY STEPDADDY SPARKY, SHE TRIED.
[01:34 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Er... If there's stuff you guys need to talk about, it's fine if you'd rather just stay here.
[01:34 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I'm sure Yevgeny will make sure I don't do something incredibly idiotic.
[01:35 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: If you would rather not, Tori, that's no problem. I had simply thought we could use some time having fun before we came back to...what we were discussing before. We don't really get out of here very often.
[01:35 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: We can do it later! Make it up to ourselves, you know? Haha...
[01:37 AM] Yevgeny Volgin suggests to Tori, "You two could go to the movie theater when you're done talking. You should see that animal movie and tell me if it's any good, how does that sound?"
[01:37 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Yeah, that sounds like a great idea! What do you think, Dycedarg~?
[01:38 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: That sounds like an excellent idea. I've never seen a movie before, I've been curious. It sounds like it would be lovely
[01:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I can't remember what movies are like, to be honest.
[01:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: So we're in the same boat.
[01:38 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Then it's settled~!
[01:40 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Oh, before you do that, I have something I want to show you, David. Would you mind coming with me to the front porch? Colonel, Tori, you're welcome to come as well, of course
[01:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Oh? Ah... sure.
[01:40 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is DEFINITELY NOT LETTING DAVID GO ANYWHERE ALONE so!
[01:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin moves to get up, ready to follow the Dycedarg!
[01:41 AM] Yevgeny Volgin puts his bowl in the sink, and goes to also follow, keeping his hands to himself no matter how pretty and touchable David's pants look.
[01:47 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods and heads out to the front porch, where there is a larg, yellow chocobo standing by the front door. It lets out a soft "wark" as it eats from a sack containing some kind of plants. "This is Rydia, my steed. You may not remember her, but you were quite fond of her before. I thought you might be due a re-introduction.
[01:49 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin follows Dycedarg out... only to be genuinely surprised by a giant bird! Oh! And then, after a few moments, David looks genuinely delighted, a half-smile on his face. "Oh, wow. I didn't know an animal like this existed." David, you don't know most animals exist. "And you said she's a steed? You ride around on a big bird?"

Curious, David cautiously steps forward, a hand outstretched to the bird.
[01:50 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: I do. You've ridden around on her as well in the past, though only at a soft trot. She's native to my homeland, by and large. They don't live around here on their own.
[01:52 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I'll have to ask you more about your homeland later, then. Sounds interesting.
[01:56 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve watches as Rydia looks over at David but doesn't react much beyond that. She's pretty familiar with most of this house's residents by now. "I certainly like to think so. You've been there before in the past, as a guest of mine, and you seemed to enjoy yourself during those stays."
[01:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is gonna definitely bury his fingers in Rydia's neckfeathers now. Scritchy scritchy scritch. This is immensely pleasant. "I have? Oh, actually, that reminds me, ah..." He pauses, and then resumes the scritches, looking over his shoulder to ask, "Do I live here? In this house, I mean?"
[01:59 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Ah... you live in my apartment.
[02:00 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is his husband, after all...
[02:00 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Oh, you have an apartment? I was, uh... kinda thinking you might've lived here, too.
[02:02 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Well, we do spend nights, sometimes.
[02:02 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Like last night.
[02:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: But it's mostly that Tori has a surplus of guest rooms, and it's easier than going home when we're tired.
[02:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin OR TOO HORNY TO DRIVE.
[02:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin does not say that.
[02:04 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin reeeeaches up to scritch under the chocobo's chin. "So, ah... Is that, er... Well." He clears his throat, looking at Rydia instead of Volgin when he asks his question. "I guess... is that where I'll be staying still?"
[02:05 AM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then says, "I can sleep on my couch, if you want the bed to yourself."
[02:06 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: I'm not making you sleep on the couch in your own apartment, Yevgeny.
[02:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: <I'm not going to make you share my bed when you don't remember me, either.>
[02:07 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve clears his throat. "Actually, I was thinking. Should his memories not begin to return naturally, perhaps he might be better off coming to stay with me for a while? I have some of the finest chemists and priests in the country at my disposal. They might be able to help."
[02:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin does not QUITE crackle with instant electric fury, but he definitely doesn't look pleased by this.
[02:08 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: They're welcome to come to my apartment, too.
[02:09 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: You expect me to bring an entire medical team, and all their supplies, from Ivalice to your apartment? I've never been there, but there surely couldn't be enough room for all of them. And what if they need to stay overnight, or even stay with him long-term?
[02:09 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses at Volgin's comment, and he has to pull his hands away from Rydia when his fingers curl, guilt in his gut. "<I->"

But before he can actually say anything, Dycedarg's making quite a big suggestion! And, honestly, it does make sense if what he's saying is true, but... Volgin sure doesn't sound pleased to hear it. David turns around, glancing between them as they talk.
[02:10 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Then I'm sure Tori would be glad to put them up, on her father's behalf.
[02:11 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: I'm sure that she would, but then how would they be able to access him at all hours? It's not like any of them can drive a car. Ajora knows I certainly can't, and I've tried it before. Doctor Blastbody would kill himself within an hour.
[02:11 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Look, it's just something to think about, alright? In case this isn't something that time alone can heal
[02:13 AM] Yevgeny Volgin snarls, low and furious, "You are not going to isolate my husband in your country," fists clenched at his sides.
[02:14 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is maybe not thinking about how this is going to look to David.
[02:15 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin raises his eyebrows- oh. This is starting to get hostile. But... he has no idea what to say. Dycedarg's got terribly good points, but Volgin... It hurts to think about. He bites his lower lip, frowning hard. Shit...
[02:16 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve narrows his eyes. "Colonel, I respect that you are trying to look out for your husband, but what exactly can you do for him here? You are clinging to him because you are afraid of losing him, but wouldn't you rather that he have the best chance of recovery possible? It's pure selfishness to simply hold onto him for your sake alone."
[02:18 AM] Yevgeny Volgin bristles, and asks, "And you have his best interest at heart, taking him into a warzone where -- what did you say-- poison floated in on the wind, and you have assassins out for your blood, and people trying to kill you, and he'll be away from everyone who loves him? Is that what you're saying?"
[02:19 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin turns his eyes away from the both of them, glowering instead at some bush off to the side. His hands come together, fidgeting, and again his fingertips automatically go to his left ring finger- with no ring, still. Instead, his fingertips and nails rub at the place the band used to be.
[02:22 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve glares at him. "You know not of what you speak. Yes, poison floated in on the wind, but while it was debilitating, it was not lethal. The only casualty was the Duke, and he was killed with a knife. The war is winding down. And while yes, assassins are certainly after me, I live surrounded by legions of loyal knights and soldiers, willing to fight, kill, and die in the name of House Beoulve. Ivalice is a dangerous place, but my home is certainly one of the safest places in it. If not, I wouldn't dare bring Tori there, let alone David. I am not incompetent, Colonel. I know what I am doing. Do you?"
[02:25 AM] Yevgeny Volgin takes a step towards Dycedarg, and slams his hand into the porch railing, hard enough to crack the wood, and asks, "If your house is so safe, why do you need to test all your food for poison, and make drinks that zombify people?"
[02:26 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin actually flinches, gasping sharply through his nose, at that- it was loud and sudden and David didn't expect to be so easily startled, but here he is, jumpier than expected.
[02:29 AM] Yevgeny Volgin jerks around, and looks at David, eyes wide-- "<Shit, sorry,>" he says, instantly, and steps towards David, reaching out to touch his face.
[02:31 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin instinctively moves back from the reach- not because he's afraid of Volgin, honest! It's just an automatic reaction to someone he still barely knows reaching to touch him. ... But it probably won't look that way to Volgin, will it? "<It's fine. Just jumpy, I guess.>"
[02:32 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve puts a hand on his sword when he slams his hand into the railing, but releases it when he turns away. "The former is WHY my House is so safe. It was safe enough for me to grow up in, and all of my siblings, including my 15 year old baby sister. In all the years I've lived there, there was exactly one incident in which our safety was compromised." He sighs, putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Look, let's try asking David what HE thinks. What say you? If your memories do not return on their own accord, why not stay with me and let my people try their hand at helping you?"
[02:35 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's about to say something, to let David know that that's normal, that he understands, but then Dycedarg keeps talking and Volgin wants nothing quiiiite so much as to turn around and punch the man.

Volgin has been exerting all kinds of very careful control today, but he is at the end of his rope, and twists around, snarling, fists clenching and sparks dancing in his grown-out buzzcut.
[02:37 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin starts to answer Dycedarg's question, "Well, it sounds like a good idea, but-"

He had an idea to share, actually. A couple, even. But suddenly Volgin seems to just lose it, and David promptly backs off. Especially once the man starts sparking, and that makes David tense up immediately, breath coming short, eyes wide, and what's happening, why is he freaking out all of a sudden??
[02:37 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve draws his sword, Defender, in a flash. "Do you to test me, Colonel?"
[02:41 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is completely unafraid of the sword-- in fact, he'll lunge forward, and grab it bare-handed, lightning shooting along its length in an instant. "You are not going to [b]touch[/b] him," he snarls, "or you will regret it, and damn the consequences."
[02:42 AM] Yevgeny Volgin died to get here, and he'd die to keep his husband safe.
[02:45 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin starts to shout, "Don't-!" But nope, nope, he can't finish that sentence, there is way too much lightning going on and he is freaking the fuck out. Panic attack, full blown, and it's definitely not helped that a chunk of it is panicking about freaking out to begin with- he doesn't understand! He doesn't even know what's causing it! All he knows is his eyes can only see crackling electricity, his body want's to tense up like a statue, and he's terribly afraid.

It takes effort just to move, and all he manages to do is stumble backward into the chocobo, shaking like a leaf.
[02:46 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve is not unused to electricity, he's faced Wizards before and they are so fond of their Bolt spells, so rather than release the sword he uses it as leverage to place his right hand against Volgin's chest, spell power gathering in his hand. "Say goodbye to your soul...!" God this hurts, but it'll be worth it if he can just get the spell off...!
[02:48 AM] Yevgeny Volgin has no idea what Dycedarg is doing, and he mostly doesn't care, because he is grabbing the man's wrist in his and wrenching it to the side-- not hard enough to break, but definitely enough to make him stumble.
[02:50 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin suddenly shouts, voice loud, desperate, hoarse and cracking. "Stop, please!! Stop!!"

Whether he's talking to the two men fighting, or to the phantoms in his panicked mind, is a mystery.
[02:51 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is, however, openly hyperventilating, and having a hard time standing. He's managed to grasp onto Rydia's saddle, but he's slipping.
[02:51 AM] Yevgeny Volgin instantly pulls back, turning towards his husband. A great chance for Dyce to sucker-punch him! Or stab him, or finish that spell.
[02:54 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve glares hard, looking for all the world like a vicious demon. "BIOGA-!" But then he hears David cry out, and then Volgin turns away, and if he fires the spell at the Colonel now he'll end up taking out David and his bird in the blast as well. With a snarl of rage and frustration, he turns the spell upwards, launching a green, sickening-looking spell upward into the sky.
[02:56 AM] Yevgeny Volgin snaps off his lightning, harmlessly, into the lawn-- sorry, Jeb's plants-- and grabs David, pulling him in close and burying his hands in his hair, and murmuring, "Shh, shh, I'm sorry, I'm here."
[02:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin thankfully doesn't notice the terrifying death-blast Dycedarg shoots, because he is too busy finally sinking to the ground, curling his arms defensively around himself. Suddenly, arms are around him and hands on him, and his first response is further panic, to flail, to defend himself from what his mind wants to perceive as an unknown assailant.

But that quickly falls flat, the hands on him gentle and soothing, a familiar, calming voice in his ear, even if he can't tell what it's saying. So instead, David goes still, hyperventilation still going, but starting to show signs of slowing down.
[03:02 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve finishes expelling said terrifying death-blast and collapses on his back. That electricity wasn't life-threatening, not by itself, but it was definitely unpleasant. He shakily stands, grabbing his sword, and puts it back in its scabbard, though not before seriously contemplating cutting off Volgin's fucking head with it. He begins chanting a light cure spell over himself to recover his health and perhaps stop that shaking.
[03:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin pets David's hair, just how he likes it, and whispers to him, in English and in low, worried Russian, and ignores Dycedarg completely-- which is a bad habit that's going to get him hurt one of these days.
[03:06 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin's status is, arguably, not as bad as the last time he had an electricity upset. Probably because this time, at least he didn't actually get electrified at all. He's still shaking like a leaf, but his muscles aren't spasming, and it seems to be almost entirely emotional- not that that means he's okay. He's a wreck at the moment, breathing hard, eyes shut tight, fists clenching and unclenching.

But, gradually, he seems to be calming down, breathing starting to steady with Volgin's words and comforting hand in David's hair.
[03:13 AM] Yevgeny Volgin slowly runs the hand down from his hair, down his back, and pulls his husband close and comforting, right into his lap, petting him and reassuring him and spending no little time whispering affection as assurance.
[03:16 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve heads back into the house without a word. He's certainly not happy with how that turned out, but he might be able to turn it to his advantage once Tori's with him. He'll rip David right out of Volgin's hands and David will thank him for the privilege, by God he will.
[03:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a quite, hoarse grunt as he comes down from his panic attack, still a bit out of breath, but within a much more normal range. Now he's just left feeling incredibly tired and shaken, still trembling as he's held. David rubs at his face, panting gently against his fingers, and so soothed by Volgin's whispers and the gentle hands against him. It's strange and new, and yet, paradoxically, familiar and comfortable.

Finally, he's able to take a slow, deep breath, letting it out in a sigh where he asks, "What... h-happened?"
[03:25 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says, after a moment, "Something I should have known would happen." He pulls back, just a little, and cups his beloved's face, stroking his cheekbones with his thumbs, and lets him know, "I don't know everything about your past, but it... wasn't always a happy one." He licks his lips, and presses their foreheads together. "I know you don't like electricity. I'm sorry."
[03:30 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin was before so automatically resistant to being touched by this man he doesn't know, but now that those hands are actually on him, so gentle and warm and sweet, he wants to curse himself for his defensiveness. Despite being something he's never experienced (memory-wise), it feels so... right.

Volgin's forehead presses against his, and David makes a quiet noise in his throat, eyes still shut and brow furrowed. "It's okay." He whispers- he feels like he should at least be mad, but at the same time, Volgin is so sincerely, tenderly apologetic, he just can't. "I didn't... know I was."
[03:34 AM] Yevgeny Volgin closes his eyes, too, and says, softly, "I can tell you why. If you want to know."
[03:39 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin breathes a slow sigh, turning his head, nose against Volgin's cheek. He considers the offer. He'd... really like to know everything he can about himself. But at the same time... is that actually a good idea? Sure, he highly doubts hhis past self had wanted to forget everything, but something that could make him freak out this badly... Maybe he'd at least have wanted to forget that.

"... No, it's fine." He murmurs, accepting that maybe it's not realistic to try and get back his entire old life. Or healthy. Sure, it could be considered a death of sorts, but with a second chance attached. Whatever it is, David doesn't think he wants to know about certain things, at least not yet. "I don't think I want to know."
[03:42 AM] Yevgeny Volgin rumbles a low noise, and admits, "You may not be wrong." Oh, god, he should warn him-- "You also... usually have nightmares. I don't know if you still will, or how bad they'll be, but-- it's not unusual." He could explain those, too, but... again, maybe David wouldn't like to know. "The story behind those isn't... any less bad," he adds, softly, stroking David's hair, nails curled through to his scalp.
[03:44 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin shakes his head- Volgin's right, he doesn't want to know. He's kinda feeling like he already knows too much- the idea that there were things he experienced that were this bad is... not knowledge he likes having about himself. It makes him feel a little sick, honestly. So instead, he just tries not to think about it. So he focuses on the soft stroking through his hair, the nails against his scalp and, oh, Volgin wasn't wrong. he did like this- does like this. He makes a mental note to let Volgin touch him more, especially his hair, because this is very nice.

"... Thanks for the warning."
[06:05 PM] Yevgeny Volgin hmms, and scritches the nape of his neck, softly. "I wouldn't want you to panic, not knowing," he says, lowly. "I... don't want you to hurt, Sobachka."
[06:07 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods softly, before dipping his head down, just enjoying the fingers against his neck. "I'll try not to panic." He says, voice low. But what Volgin says actually makes the corners of his mouth twitch. "... That's pretty sweet of you."
[06:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, tone a little lighter, "Are you surprised I'm sweet on my very own husband?" and glances a tiny, chaste kiss across David's cheekbone, so brief as to barely be there at all, fingers still petting and scratching his husband in soft, tender motions. He doesn't say anything about how very sweet he is for David, how much he would do for him-- how he's practically already died for him, and would kill for him in a heartbeat-- but he would do practically anything.
[06:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a small noise of surprise, and bites his lip for a moment, before clearing his throat. Quietly, he says, "I... I kind of forgot." Not just that he has amnesia, but... "It's taking some, ah... getting used to. To know that I was... apparently married."
[06:19 PM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then says, "I don't know that you ever thought about it before I proposed. Would it... help if I gave you your ring back?"
[06:22 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin shifts in order to sit up- not quite to move away from Volgin, but maybe to just give himself more breathing room to think. He starts to fidget, scratching his nails lightly over where his ring used to be, eyes trained on it. It's a little hard to tell, since apparently his skin tone doesn't vary much, but there's a hint of a tanline where the ring used to be, a strip just slightly paler than the rest of his finger.

"Well... do you think that's a good idea?" He asks, in the same way he'd asked the same question when Volgin asked to touch his hair in the kitchen.
[06:26 PM] Yevgeny Volgin lets him move, and says, "I don't know. I'd... like it, seeing you wear it, but it's your choice if you want to or not." He fishes it out of his pocket and offers it to David in his palm, his own matching ring-- silver and hammered, with an obvious seam where it was soldered together-- shining softly in the shade of the front porch.
[06:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes an uncomfortable noise in his throat. So much is expected of him. He knows a grand total of three people, and only barely then, and already two of them want so much that he can't quite give. That he doesn't know how to give. They want so much. They want what he doesn't have. David takes a deep breath, and then lets it out slow, eyes stuck on not his own ring in Volgin's palm, but the one on the other man's finger.

"I just... I don't remember being married. It feels like it wasn't me. I don't remember any of that, anything to do with it, and I don't remember you... It almost feels like I shouldn't. It's... Agh." He lifts a hand to run it through his hair, a very frustrated look on his face, cheeks tinting from it, from the effort his semi-blank mind is trying to push. "Are you sure I should? That it's okay?"
[06:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin touches his face with his other hand, cups his jaw and cheek, and says, "If you want to at all, you should. If you don't want to at all..." Well, it'll hurt, but-- "I won't ask you to do something you don't want to do, beloved, not if it's between us."
[06:42 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's first instinct is to move away when Volgin's hand comes to his face, and he starts to, only to stop himself, and a moment later he's leaning slightly into the hand cupping his face as he thinks it over. David's eyes move back to his own hands, to the faint, pale strip of skin at the base of his ring finger.

There's a part of him that doesn't want to wear it. Doesn't want to put himself in this position where he's seen as something he can't be. Doesn't want to get this poor man's hopes up about a husband that's not really here anymore. But there's another part of him that wants to. Partly from guilt, to want to give what he can, to make up for what he's lost, what his loss has taken from Volgin. And also because... in a way, though it also feels like he'd be wearing the wedding band of another man, he feels slightly strange without it. He can tell, now, that he's missing it, even if he hadn't remembered it at all- but it's absence has made an impact, even if he can't remember the significance.

"Well..." He starts, pausing to swallow nervously and wet his lips, "... My finger feels a little weird without it, to be honest."
[06:50 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, trying not to pressure, but-- but encouraging, "I made it just for you. If you want it, it's yours, no matter what."
[06:52 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes another quiet noise, frowning hard, before reaching out to carefully pluck the ring from Volgin's palm. But he doesn't put it on, instead turning it over in his fingers, looking it over, running his fingers over the hammered surface and the soldered seam. Quietly, David asks, "You made it...?"
[06:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin nods, quietly. He did say, just a little bit ago, how he liked making things with his hands, that someone had said they liked it when he did it-- that someone was David, but.
[07:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin huffs a short, nervous laugh. "Eheh... That explains why it fits so well, I guess." He says, tilting his head as he looks down at the ring. He keeps hesitating, feeling pulled in so many directions, and not even really sure what his own, real feelings on the matter are. But after a minute of pondering and fretting in his mind, cheeks pink and brow furrowed and looking incredibly frustrated, he comes to a tentative decision. "I guess I could... try it out. For a bit. At least to stop trying to mess with something that isn't there. Gonna scratch my skin off at this rate, otherwise."

And with that said, though his hands are hesitant, he slowly slides the band onto his ring finger, where it settles comfortably in it's place. And despite all the conflicted and uncomfortable feelings he has about the contexts of this thing, at least, physically, it feels right.
[07:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin tries not to look so glad, but it's such a-- a good feeling, seeing that ring back on David's finger, and he keeps his eyes down, even as a smile breaks across his face. "Yes, your skin should probably stay where it is," he agrees, and strokes his hand back, from David's cheek to his hair, affectionate-- loving-- and he doesn't mean to be... be pushing his amnesiac husband into pleasing him, but he's so happy anyway. "... Do you wanna go home and watch some movies?" he asks, softly.
[07:13 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gave a little half-hearted chuckle at Volgin's sort-of joke, but the hand in his hair is soothing, even if it makes a few knots form in his gut from the parts of him that realize where it's coming from. Still, though, as uncomfortable and stretched out as he's feeling, it does feel kind of nice to see the other man seem so pleased.

At the suggestion of going home, though, David doesn't quite get the concept- of what home is, for him, at least, because he doesn't remember ever being anywhere, the only place in his memories is what he saw of this strange, unfamiliar house he woke up in, which he felt trespassing in to begin with. So, thoughtlessly, David asks, "To your apartment?" Not quite getting his own accidental implication, he continues, "Movies might be nice. I don't remember anything about them. Sounds fun."
[07:17 PM] Yevgeny Volgin can't be hurt that he needs to reaffirm where home is-- well, it hurts, but not like David pulling away does, and he nods. "It's not that far away. We can walk, or you can ride behind me on my scooter..."
[07:19 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin pulls away from Volgin, but only because he's getting up, and brushing himself off a bit from his spill earlier. "Scooter. Don't know what it's like, yet."
[07:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin lets him go, hands falling away from him, and also stands up, pulling out his phone and sending a very quick text to Tori-- "going home," just to let her know-- and leads the way off the porch, to where his scooter is parked on the curb. Did Snake ride his motorcycle over, by chance?
[07:27 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin probably came over with Volgin! Because sometimes he likes to be the passenger. Mostly because he likes holding onto his big buff husband. OR.... HE DID................ So his motorcycle is probably back at the apartment.

David trails after Volgin, sticking a bit close. He spies the phone, and raises an eyebrow at it. "What're you doing?"
[07:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "Telling Tori we're leaving," and offers the phone for David to read while he gets their helmets.
[07:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a surprised noise and fumbles with the phone slightly- he doesn't know what he's doing with this thing! "Uh... Okay."
[07:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then leans over the phone and points out, "The top says who I'm talking to, this side is me, that side is her replies, and this is your helmet, Sobachka."
[07:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is thankful for being filled in! Sorry for having AMNESIA over here. "Oh." He says, taking a moment to look over the messages, before looking away to accept his helmet and give Volgin his phone back, putting the helmet on. At least he does that properly.
[07:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin takes his phone, and says, "Sorry," softly, before putting his helmet on. Then, presumably, they manage to get arranged on Volgin's scooter and head off towards his apartment!
[07:41 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin isn't sure what Volgin apologized for, but regardless, they're heading 'home' momentarily! David's got his arms around Volgin's middle and chest against his back, legs slotted up behind Volgin's and everything. Try not to get too randy over there, Volgin. David, meanwhile, is enjoying himself, because this is exactly as fun as he was hoping.
[07:44 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will get you back on your motorcycle asap, he promises! Not out loud, but he knows his husband loves-- loved the thing. Even though having him hold him close, having his husband's arms around him, is so good...

Anyways, it's only a couple minutes to the apartment building, and Volgin parks the scooter next to David's bike-- which he indicates, and lets David know, "That's also yours." Dumb "My other ride is Electric" bumper sticker and everything.
[07:47 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is disappointed the ride is over so fast, but then he's promptly distracted by something new- the motorcycle. "This is mine?" He repeats as he pulls off and sets aside his helmet, moving over to look at the thing. He runs his hands over it, feeling oddly familiar with the machine, even if he remembers nothing about it. But he feels like he could ride it, if he wanted. But not right now.

David's eyes catch the bumper sticker, though, and he tilts his head as he reads it. "... What's this mean?"
[07:49 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has just taken his helmet off, and turns bright red. "Ah," he says, and clears his throat, "I bought it for you as a joke." Is... is David going to need the joke explained for him?
[07:50 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is... kind of slow. He would need it explained to him, but at Volgin's reaction, he just raises an eyebrow, still clueless and says, "I guess it's some kind of inside joke?"
[07:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, turning redder under his scars, "[b]I'm[/b] electric."
[07:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin still isn't getting it. Oh, David, losing memories just made you even slower. It's like you downgraded to internet explorer because you accidentally uninstalled firefox. "Oh. So..." He pauses, "... Is it about your scooter?"
[07:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is burning red, and might burst into flames any moment, bringing him back into alignment with canon.
[07:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ... You... didn't forget what sex is, did you?
[07:59 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is probably mega unclear on the specifics of sex, but the basic concept is still something he knows, like eating or sleeping or taking a shower. But at that, David makes a face, "No, of course not, but- oh." He blanks, and then his cheeks start to go red. "Oh, wait, it's about sex? With you? ... Oh."

David clears his throat loudly and WOW now he feels really uncomfortable and embarrassed and stupid and he's just gonna shuffle away from the bike now.
[08:04 PM] Yevgeny Volgin clears his throat, too, and dumps their helmets into David's sidecar, and says, "Let's, ah, go inside."
[08:04 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is pretty flustered by that.
[08:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods, also pretty flustered, topped off with discomfort and other feeling weirdness, and he crosses his arms, sidling over to wait to be let into the apartment. "Right..."
[08:06 PM] Yevgeny Volgin keys open the front door to the complex, then leads the way to the stairs, ignoring the elevator-- he, uh, thinks maybe being enclosed in a small box would be awkward right now-- and trotting up them at a pace he clearly doesn't even think about, but is pretty brisk.
[08:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't even consider the elevator, following easily behind Volgin- he doesn't even blink at the brisk pace, easily able to keep up.

He's... more than a little nervous, though, to be honest. And wondering if maybe he should've spoken up more, stuck up for himself and his confusion, and insisted on staying at that other house. He's unfamiliar with that location, too, but at least it seemed to be more... communal. Less private. less... intimate. But at the same time, even if he can't remember, and even if Volgin is still quite a stranger to him, he's full aware that if he was married to the guy, then he should be able to trust Volgin to look after him, especially in the apartment they supposedly share.

Still, it's... nerve-wracking. And David can't help but worry that this might create even more uncomfortable, pressuring situations. He'll just have to steel through it.
[08:21 PM] Yevgeny Volgin might have thought of that, except Dycedarg was at the other house, and take a wild fucking guess who he doesn't trust. PROTIP IT'S DYCE. Here, well, at least no one's going to try and take David away, or draw their sword, and there's David's things, and movies, and all his boxes, and...

Volgin leads the rest of the way to his apartment, unlocking that, too, and asks David, "Would you like a tour?" He's still pretty pink, but, well... it's David's apartment, too.
[08:23 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin follows Volgin into the apartment, glancing around- he hopes that maybe it'll feel familiar or something but... no, it's just as foreign a place as Tori's house was. Still, at Volgin's question, David stuffs his hands in his pockets and nods. "I'd like that, yeah." He says, and then attempts a half-smile. "Might wanna know where the bathroom is, at least, in case I gotta go in the middle of the night or something."
[08:27 PM] Yevgeny Volgin flashes a smile at his husband, and takes him on the Grand Tour, which is pretty much living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen area, but he also indicates what things are David's, and where his clothes are, and anything he can think of that might be helpful, and answers any questions David might have; he ends the tour with The Couch, and announces, "And this is the couch, where we can watch movies on my computer. Or your computer, it doesn't really matter which.
[08:27 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: "
[08:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin really does appreciate Volgin taking the care to point out which things are specifically his! But it's a very strange experience. On the one hand, it feels slightly less like he's just going to some stranger's house- sure, he doesn't recognize any of his own belongings, and they don't feel like his, but being told that they are, that something is definitely just for him, is... oddly comforting. It feels like a connection, of sorts. But then, at the same time, that connection leaves him feeling pressured again. That this is the him he's supposed to be, that he can't be, and it's... uncomfortable. He doesn't say anything about it.

Instead, once they reach the couch, David plops down on it with a tired sigh. What a day! It's not even been a full day but he sure feels tired. "I have a computer?" He asks curiously, looking up at Volgin while he kicks off his boots and puts his feet up on the coffee table like a damn animal. "Maybe we should use yours."
[08:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin nods, and glances around, and admits, "I don't know where you left it... but it's blue. It might be by our-- by the bed." He doesn't... say that blue is David's favorite color, because... well, who knows if it is, now? His own laptop is on his desk (which is a cheap table, not a real desk), and he snags it before sitting next to his husband, opening it and logging in, without any particular attempt to hide his password from his husband. If David wants into Volgin's computer, he's welcome to it, to be honest. "Do you, ah... want me to pick one of your favorites, or will any movie do?" he asks, because, well... who knows if David will even like his favorites?
[08:44 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't catch that near slip regarding the bed, but he does catch the implication. Why it would be by the bed. Because he'd slept there, obviously... With Volgin. With this man he doesn't remember marrying. He swallows dryly and, when the question comes, he thinks for a moment, frowning.

Would he be expected to feel the same as he did before, if they watched a movie that's supposed to be a favorite? ... The thought makes him uneasy. "Ah... just pick any movie. I don't care." He mumbles, looking at the laptop screen instead of at Volgin. "I'm sure it'll be fun regardless."
[08:48 PM] Yevgeny Volgin looks at David, and opens the folder of movies saved to his computer, and scrolls through them-- "How about All Dogs Go to Heaven? I've never seen it," he suggests, because he's pretty sure he's never heard David so much as mention it, and it's a cartoon, so it'll probably be cute and cheerful, or at least simple.
[08:49 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin seems to perk up somewhat at the mention of a movie about dogs. He remembers dogs, sort of. Not specific experiences with or about dogs, but... he remembers dogs. He thinks hee likes dogs. "Yeah, that sounds good. That one."
[08:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin flickers a smile at his husband, and starts the movie up! It is, apparently, about a talking, singing dog!
[08:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is enjoying the movie about the scoundrel dog and then the dog is murdered and goes to heaven, where, apparently, all dogs go.
[08:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin whispers, "I suppose I should have guessed the dog was going to die, but I didn't think it was going to be this early."
[08:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is also, apparently, terribly delighted about a movie about a talking, singing dog! Even if the dog dies. David leans slightly against Volgin, so he can get a good view of the screen. "At least it wasn't graphic. It's obviously a kids movie." He says, crossing his legs. "And hey, if it's at the beginning, and the dog's our hero, sounds like he's not gonna spend a lot of time being dead, right? Unless it's about dog afterlife."
[08:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin does not at all discourage this leaning, though he doesn't quite dare lay his arm around his husband and bring attention to it. But the dog is singing again-- aha. "He definitely doesn't want to stay dead," he agrees, and settles in to enjoy some more of the movie.
[09:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gets a bit absorbed in watching the movie. He doesn't comment much, not without Volgin commenting first, though he seems to gladly respond with his own thoughts whenever or if ever Volgin voices a thought. And the whole time, he leans against Volgin, just short of rest his head on the other man's shoulder, his arm slotted comfortably against Volgin's.
[09:19 PM] Yevgeny Volgin enjoys the movie, including the genuinely creepy hellfire sequence, with the demon rats and the sinking boat and a mutter, aside to David, "This is for children?", but it's sweet, and he MIGHT get a little teary at the end when Charlie gets to go back to heaven.
[09:21 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin has a bit of a snicker at Volgin's little aside, but soon enough, the movie's winding down at the end, David's certainly feeling pretty heartwarmed about it all. He's even got that lazy little half-smile on his face. "That was a good movie." He says, and elbows Volgin gently. "Thanks for showing me."
[09:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles back. "I'm glad you liked it," he says, and-- resists taking David's hand, though he does brush his knuckles across the back of it. "What would you like to do now?"
[09:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't really notice, but he pulls his hand away and scratches at the back of it idly. "I don't know... relax, probably. Just take it easy for a while." He says, leaning back against the couch. "I'm exhausted. Sorry if that sounds whiny, but... fuck, I feel... It's hard to explain. Tired is the only thing I can think of to cover it."

He sighs, and looks over at Volgin, frowning. "Did I always have issues communicating like this, or is this a new thing with the amnesia?"
[09:34 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then says, "No, that's mostly just you," with a little smile. David can sometimes be very poetic and philosophical, sometimes, but other times... "You... are still very much you," he adds, softly, "even if your memories aren't there," and touches David's hair, gently, to stroke it, just for a moment, before pulling his hand away. "But I understand being tired. You can rest as much as you need to, David."
[09:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin has to, again, make himself stay still and allow Volgin to touch his hair. And he doesn't regret it, because it is terribly soothing a gesture, and he relaxes a bit. Volgin's reassurances, too, ease his mind a bit, and he gives a brief, small smile. "Thanks..." He says, crossing his ankles. "... What about you? What are you going to do? I'm thinking of just staying right here and mellowing out for a bit."
[09:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then says, "I can stay here with you, if you want my company. Or I could go grocery shopping for the next few days, if you'd... like some time alone, and home-made pie later."
[09:43 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't want to say he wants time alone. Even if it's kinda true. Time alone, with his thoughts, and only his. Time alone, without someone there, with pleading eyes, wanting something from him, even if he can't blame them. He... tries to say it as tactly as possible. "Well, how am I gonna say no to homemade pie?" He says, offering a smirk to Volgin. "I could help you make it when you get back, if you want to show me how. Unless I'd fuck it up too much."
[09:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin grins, because how could David say no to pie? "Pie it shall be, then. Maybe even... two pies, to make a whole tau." Math joke!
[09:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then explains, "That was a math pun."
[09:49 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin blinks, the gears turning, but right as Volgin's explaining the joke, David smirks. "I'm not a huge math whiz, but I got it." He says, and reaches over to playfully pat Volgin's arm. "You sound like a nerd."
[09:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin snorts! "How was I supposed to know you'd understand that one?" he complains, but he's smiling at David. This... well, this all sucks, but it's, maybe, not all THAT bad.
[09:54 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is, meanwhile, stomping around the house, still looking slightly cooked and fuming mad. Mad enough to monologue to himself. "That son of a bitch, how dare he. How DARE he! I will pull his very soul from his body if he ever lays a hand on me again, that vile giant!"
[09:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will skedaddle, though, after finding David's cellphone for him, and showing him how to text Volgin, if he needs anything or has any questions or any requests for food to bring home or basically anything. But then he will be left alone!
[09:56 PM] Tori Marie Nygma hears that stomping. STOP THAT, DYCEDARG. YOU ARE STARTLING YOUR WOMAN.
[09:56 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin now has a phone! And he knows how to work it and everything!... Sort of. he knows the basics, at least, and he can text. Otherwise, he can poke around on it and see what else it can do. ... He feels weird doing so, like he's invading someone else's phone. But Volgin said it was his. ... But it was his other 'self's', more accurately. Still felt odd. Still, he thanks Volgin before the man goes, and starts fiddling with his [s]new[/s] phone.
[09:58 PM] Yevgeny Volgin hopes he will find his Word of the Day things and so on!
[09:59 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve nearly flips a table before he remembers that he is not in the mansion. This is Tori's house. Show some respect. He takes a few deep breaths and leans against a kitchen counter. Sadly, he touches the metal stove and static electricity still in his system shocks him pretty bad. "OW, FUCK!"
[10:02 PM] Tori Marie Nygma is immediately on her feet and moving to the kitchen upon hearing that. "Dycedarg?!"
[10:05 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve looks up, holding his hand. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just...shocked, is all. Static electricity, I think it's called. Another little 'gift' from the Colonel." He's grumbling under his breath about just what he'd like to give Volgin in return
[10:08 PM] Tori Marie Nygma frowns as she approaches him. "...woah, what? What happened between you and Sparky?" She then grins a little. "Would you like me to make it better?"

...then she remembers that she told Dycedarg she's pregnant with Simon's child and feels awkward. Ah. Yeah, everything about this day is shit. Right.
[10:13 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve decides to milk this for all it's worth. "Believe me, I would love to, but I want to tell you about what happened before I get too distracted. That..../beast/ attacked me for no better reason than because I dared to suggest that David might want to get looked at by my people back in Gallione! I can't believe him! Go look at what he did to your porch when I so much as suggested he think about the idea!"
[10:14 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin was looking through the apps on his phone and... he does indeed spot the dictionary.com app. And finds himself compelled to tap it.

A few minutes later, Volgin gets a text with the definition of the word 'ersatz', and David expressing interest in the origin being a corruption of a German word, and some rambling about non-latin loadwords in the English language. It doesn't quite hit him that there could be something distasteful when Ersatz means 'serving as a substitute, to replace something natural or genuine; artificial'.

Also, David has apparently discovered the emoticons that look like dogs, and sent the one that has a small bemused smile.
[10:17 PM] Tori Marie Nygma isn't sure she entirely believes it was for no reason other than that, but it's not something she'll say out loud. No, she's already put enough tension in their relationship -- she can at least hear Dycedarg out. Besides, nothing really excuses Volgin /attacking/ him--! "What the hell?! That's awful! I get that he doesn't want to be away from Dad, but..."
[10:22 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve shakes his head. "No, you don't understand. I suggested that, if David's memory doesn't begin to return naturally, that perhaps it might be better for David to come to stay in the mansion for a bit, where Doctor Blastbody and a full medical team could take a look at him and attempt to figure out how to restore him. And this made him angry enough to electrocute me! If it wasn't for David crying out for us to stop, one of us would be severely injured, maybe even dead right now." Dycedarg pulls his sleeve back to reveal his bruised wrist from when Volgin yanked it aside before. "Oh, Holy Father, that is worse than what I was expecting."
[10:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin texts back, "You say I'm the one who sounds like a nerd?" and follows it with a  "(🐕🐕🐕👍)"
[10:25 PM] Yevgeny Volgin Heck yeah, dogs (and sobachkas).
[10:27 PM] Tori Marie Nygma takes a good look at the bruise, wide-eyed. "I... oh my god. That /bastard/, he-- how could he do this to you?!" She agrees with Volgin that something definitely doesn't seem right in all of this, but to /attack/ Dycedarg over his suggestion... no, keep calm. She should get both sides on this -- for her father's sake, if nothing else. "...should I talk to Jeb when he gets home? I-I mean, about healing you."

She's not ready to break the news about David to Jeb.
[10:31 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve shakes his head. "No, that won't be necessary, I'll be alright. I just need to recover some mana and then I can attend to this myself. Honestly, though, I'm more worried about David than anything. Seeing us fight seemed to cause him to have some kind of panic attack or something, he fainted dead away on the lawn after his screaming for us to stop. I highly recommend you check in on him as soon as you can."
[10:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > 😾 Hey I just thought it was interesting is all Im still just figuring out what I like
[10:34 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: I-- of course! If it bothered Dad that much, how could I not?! But...
[10:34 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > Ah, yes, of course you forgot that I love it when you're a nerd. (:
[10:35 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > ... you can drag your finger over the phone screen to see older conversations, by the way.
[10:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > I dont think I want to
[10:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Not right now at least
[10:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: >I understand.
[10:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > How do you feel about blackberry pie with good vanilla ice cream?
[10:39 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > I dont know what they taste like but it sounds good
[10:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > How do you feel about me bringing home boxes of fresh berries for you to try, then?
[10:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's favorite berry, raw or baked or in yogurt or ice cream or anything, used to be blueberry. Time to see if that's changed.

> Sounds great might be a nice snack too
[10:44 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve: But...what? Is something wrong, Tori?
[10:45 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: No, of course not!
[10:45 PM] Yevgeny Volgin sends back a smiley, and a picture of the boxes of berries he's buying-- blackberry, strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry-- along with bananas, and apples, and peaches and oranges.

> Fruit salad for breakfast, maybe!
[10:46 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin things those all look pretty tasty! He can't wait to try it.

> 😸 Sounds like a good breakfast if a little on the light side
[10:48 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is about to say something about her not trusting him, then thinks better of it and closes his mouth. "Right. Well. I'm going to take a bath. I could use it after all of that." He's only told the truth here, after all. And when she finds out that for certain, Tori will do the only thing she can do in the face of someone hurting her loved ones. From there, it'll all fall into place.
[10:50 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Do you want me to--
[10:50 PM] Tori Marie Nygma shuts up. She doesn't have the right to ask to join him. She doesn't have the right to anything.
[10:51 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > We can have eggs and bacon with it!
[10:53 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > 😸😸 I bet itll be delicious now Im getting hungry
[10:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > eat whatever you want from the fridge, sobachka! You might have your ice cream, too...
[10:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > or we can go to the diner after I get home.
[10:55 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > or both?
[10:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Ice cream?
[10:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > I think Id rather stay in tonight but how about tomorrow
[10:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Im a lot more tired than I expected
[10:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > ok!
> Well, you might have eaten it all. Check the freezer?
[10:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Going
[10:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gets up to go check the freezer! He is slightly excited.
[11:02 PM] Yevgeny Volgin does try to keep the apartment stocked with mint chocolate chip for his big nerdy husband!
[11:02 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve stops at the door and looks back at Tori. "If you like, you're welcome to join me. I could use the company, and...I want to make up for my earlier behavior. I was an ass the other night."
[11:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is pleasantly surprised by ice cream! He doesn't remember what ice cream is like, so he grabs the whole tub and a spoon and goes to sit down.

A minute later he is in the best mood he remembers being in because this is wonderful.

> This is great 😻
[11:05 PM] Tori Marie Nygma feels her heart flip in her chest. Subconsciously, her hand runs over her slight baby bump. "...I'd... I'd like that a lot," she says, when she finally realizes where her hand is. "The water can't be too hot, though. That's fine, right?"
[11:05 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs to himself in the store, and texts back, > YOU'RE great. Will I need to buy more?
[11:06 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Yes 😻 yes you will
[11:07 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "Of course. I'll make sure it's lukewarm." With that, he heads into the bathroom to run the water
[11:08 PM] Tori Marie Nygma follows him. "Thank you," she says quietly. This... this will be nice. This will be good for them.
[11:11 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > <3
[11:11 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > On it
[11:13 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Youre going to spoil me 😸
[11:14 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > well, maybe not if you're going to complain about it!
[11:14 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > (no, i'm going to spoil you anyway)
[11:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: > Its really nice of you so thanks
[11:18 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve starts the water going and begins to pull his belt and robe off. "Does that feel about right, Tori? The water, I mean."
[11:19 PM] Tori Marie Nygma had just pulled her pants off when he asks that, and she leans over to check. "Mm~ yeah, it does!"
[11:20 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: > 😊
[11:28 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve idly pats Tori's butt while she's leaning over to check. "Good, I'm glad. Would you mind helping me with these laces? My wrist is still rather sore to be doing anything dexterous like that." He gestures to the laces of his medieval pants rather than his boot laces, to be clear.
[11:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has left worse bruises on David, you big baby.
[11:30 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve is probably just trying to get Tori's hands on his junk, Volgin, learn subtext
[11:31 PM] Tori Marie Nygma gasps slightly as she feels his hand patting her butt. "Nn... sure thing," she says, looking at him with a smile. She straightens back up, moving over to do what he's asked of her. And if her fingers brush along where his cock may be underneath his clothes? Well, that's totally unintentional.

Totally.
[11:40 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve lets out a satisfied breath through his nose as her fingers brush against him. He pulls off his gloves and drops them to the floor while he tries to work his boots off of his feet. Thankfully they aren't the kind that have laces up to his knees, so that should be doable.
[11:41 PM] Tori Marie Nygma steps back once she's unlaced his pants, watching him for a moment before turning her back to him in order to pull her shirt over her head. ...maybe she isn't quite ready to let him see the bump.
[11:56 PM] Dycedarg Beoulve gets those pants off of him, along with his smallclothes. Seeing that the water was ready for them, he stops it and begins to sink into the tub. "Ahhh...that is marvelous."
[11:58 PM] Tori Marie Nygma drops her shirt to the floor, pulling off her panties. She unclasps her bra, pulling it off as well and adding it to the growing pile of her own clothes. "Heh, is it?" she asks, not joining him just yet.
[12:01 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "There is nothing better than a nice bath, in my opinion. It's been a while since I could just sit in a bathtub and soak, purely to relax. It's incredibly nice." He gestures for her to join him in the tub, making room for her
[12:03 AM] Tori Marie Nygma slowly turns to face him, moving to join him in the tub. She doesn't say anything more, not just yet.
[12:04 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve looks Tori up and down, his eyes lingering on her belly. "........you look beautiful, you know."
[12:05 AM] Tori Marie Nygma feels her cheeks heat up. "Heh, do I really?" she asks softly, her eyes not quite meeting his.
[12:08 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: I think so. You are...so lovely, Tori.
[12:08 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Thanks. ...and here I actually thought-- no, nevermind.
[12:09 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: What is it?
[12:11 AM] Tori Marie Nygma laughs quietly. "Maybe I thought that if you didn't end up hating me for my pregnancy, that at the very least you'd... well..."
[12:12 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Think it made you unattractive? Sorry, that's just not possible. You'll have to put up with my randy ass for the duration.
[12:12 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve grins like an idiot
[12:14 AM] Tori Marie Nygma grins a little herself and tries to move closer to him. "I like that ass just fine."
[12:18 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve moves a little closer as well. "Oh I know, believe me. But I thank you for the compliment."
[12:19 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Don't mention it. ...I love you, you know? I didn't do this because I don't love you.
[12:23 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods, looking a little solemn. "I know. I know. ...this isn't easy for either of us, I recognize that. But we're going to be fine, I think. Provided there aren't any other surprises. You aren't moving to the other end of the planet or joining the army or something too, are you?"
[12:24 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: What?! No! No, of course not!
[12:31 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles. "Easy, darling, I'm only joking about that. I didn't actually think you had any other surprises in store."
[12:31 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Let alone joining the army
[12:33 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Right, right. You /better/ be joking.
[12:33 AM] Tori Marie Nygma sticks her tongue out at him.
[12:36 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve sticks his tongue back out at her. This man is approaching 40
[12:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is younger than Dycedarg, friendly reminder.
[12:41 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Heh... you going to bring that thing closer?
[12:43 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve smirks at her and makes his way over to her, kissing her lips softly and licking at her mouth with his tongue
[12:45 AM] Tori Marie Nygma feels a pleasant zip up her spine, whimpering quietly. That's nice...
[01:29 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Tori's, looking deep into her eyes. His hands drifted over to her hips, gliding his fingers along her sides
[01:30 AM] Tori Marie Nygma looks back into his, smiling softly. "Shit, your touch is always so nice..."
[01:36 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles softly, nuzzling her face. "I love how you respond to it so eagerly..." He began to kiss along her jaw
[01:36 AM] Tori Marie Nygma whimpers again. "How could I not, when it feels so damn good?"
[01:42 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve hums delightedly as he traces shapes along her naked body, taking her earlobe in his mouth and lightly sucking on it. "How I do enjoy making you feel that way, my dear..."
[01:47 AM] Tori Marie Nygma can't keep herself from moaning. Letting this go too far is probably not a good idea, but how it is at the moment is pretty enjoyable. "Dycedarg... c-come on, you know I'm weak for those kind of words!"
[01:54 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve pulls back a bit to kiss her lips. "Well of course I know that, that's why I say them. After all, you know how ruthless I can be." He keeps kissing her lips and pulling back, only to then dive back in and kiss her again. It's all very distracting
[01:58 AM] Tori Marie Nygma tries to kiss him back each and every time his lips find hers. Yes... yes, she knows how ruthless he can be, doesn't she...?
[12:01 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "There is nothing better than a nice bath, in my opinion. It's been a while since I could just sit in a bathtub and soak, purely to relax. It's incredibly nice." He gestures for her to join him in the tub, making room for her
[12:03 AM] Tori Marie Nygma slowly turns to face him, moving to join him in the tub. She doesn't say anything more, not just yet.
[12:04 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve looks Tori up and down, his eyes lingering on her belly. "........you look beautiful, you know."
[12:05 AM] Tori Marie Nygma feels her cheeks heat up. "Heh, do I really?" she asks softly, her eyes not quite meeting his.
[12:08 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: I think so. You are...so lovely, Tori.
[12:08 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Thanks. ...and here I actually thought-- no, nevermind.
[12:09 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: What is it?
[12:11 AM] Tori Marie Nygma laughs quietly. "Maybe I thought that if you didn't end up hating me for my pregnancy, that at the very least you'd... well..."
[12:12 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Think it made you unattractive? Sorry, that's just not possible. You'll have to put up with my randy ass for the duration.
[12:12 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve grins like an idiot
[12:14 AM] Tori Marie Nygma grins a little herself and tries to move closer to him. "I like that ass just fine."
[12:18 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve moves a little closer as well. "Oh I know, believe me. But I thank you for the compliment."
[12:19 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Don't mention it. ...I love you, you know? I didn't do this because I don't love you.
[12:23 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve nods, looking a little solemn. "I know. I know. ...this isn't easy for either of us, I recognize that. But we're going to be fine, I think. Provided there aren't any other surprises. You aren't moving to the other end of the planet or joining the army or something too, are you?"
[12:24 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: What?! No! No, of course not!
[12:31 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles. "Easy, darling, I'm only joking about that. I didn't actually think you had any other surprises in store."
[12:31 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve: Let alone joining the army
[12:33 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Right, right. You /better/ be joking.
[12:33 AM] Tori Marie Nygma sticks her tongue out at him.
[12:36 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve sticks his tongue back out at her. This man is approaching 40
[12:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is younger than Dycedarg, friendly reminder.
[12:41 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: Heh... you going to bring that thing closer?
[12:43 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve smirks at her and makes his way over to her, kissing her lips softly and licking at her mouth with his tongue
[12:45 AM] Tori Marie Nygma feels a pleasant zip up her spine, whimpering quietly. That's nice...
[01:29 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Tori's, looking deep into her eyes. His hands drifted over to her hips, gliding his fingers along her sides
[01:30 AM] Tori Marie Nygma looks back into his, smiling softly. "Shit, your touch is always so nice..."
[01:36 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles softly, nuzzling her face. "I love how you respond to it so eagerly..." He began to kiss along her jaw
[01:36 AM] Tori Marie Nygma whimpers again. "How could I not, when it feels so damn good?"
[01:42 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve hums delightedly as he traces shapes along her naked body, taking her earlobe in his mouth and lightly sucking on it. "How I do enjoy making you feel that way, my dear..."
[01:47 AM] Tori Marie Nygma can't keep herself from moaning. Letting this go too far is probably not a good idea, but how it is at the moment is pretty enjoyable. "Dycedarg... c-come on, you know I'm weak for those kind of words!"
[01:54 AM] Dycedarg Beoulve pulls back a bit to kiss her lips. "Well of course I know that, that's why I say them. After all, you know how ruthless I can be." He keeps kissing her lips and pulling back, only to then dive back in and kiss her again. It's all very distracting
[01:58 AM] Tori Marie Nygma tries to kiss him back each and every time his lips find hers. Yes... yes, she knows how ruthless he can be, doesn't she...?



[07:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is in the kitchen in [s]his[/s] Volgin's apartment, sitting on a stool at the counter, with several different little containers of berries set out for him. He's already decided strawberries and raspberries were far too sweet for him, but he's enjoying blackberries so far.
[07:26 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is leaving him be, for the most part-- sometimes he glances up from his computer to make sure David seems to be doing all right, and gets caught up looking at his handsome husband, but for the most part it's time for him to browse the internet, which is a fascinating, chaotic place.
[07:27 PM] Tori Marie Nygma texts Volgin.
[07:27 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: >Hey, where do you live again? I need to talk to you.
[07:28 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin has moved on to the blueberries. He's worried they might be too sweet, but he thought the same about the blackberries, being like raspberries but bigger and darker, but that turned out well enough. He pops a blueberry into his mouth, chews, pauses, and then... "Mmh!"

There he goes, having another. And another. And another. He's found his favorite.
[07:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin distractedly texts her his address, then a ten-second video of David devouring blueberries, then a smiley with heart eyes. HIS HUSBAND IS SO CUTE, TORI, HELP HIM.
[07:32 PM] Tori Marie Nygma makes her way over there, then.
[07:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't notice he's been recorded! And Volgin's done with that by the time David glances up, pausing halfway in bringing another berry to his mouth. He just had a thought! "Can you make a pie with these?? I mean, I know you said blackberry pie earlier, but..."
[07:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, tone fond and expression warm, "Only if you don't eat all of them first."
[07:34 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Oh. Right.
[07:34 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: ...
[07:34 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin eats three more at once before pushing the container away from himself.
[07:35 PM] Tori Marie Nygma knocks on the door soon enough.
[07:37 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs, and says, "I can also make you blueberry muffins, or blueberry buckle... blueberry pancakes... if you like them, there's all kinds of food that you can put them in--" Aha, there's Tori, probably! He sets his laptop aside and goes to let her in, smiling when he opens the door (after a quick glance around to make sure Dycedarg isn't with her) (because fuck that guy).
[07:38 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Good afternoon, Ptichka! Would you like some fresh strawberries?
[07:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks slightly dazzled at the thought of all these different things that can be made with blueberries, and all he has to say on that is "Yes."

But then someone's at the door, so he goes quiet, and goes back to eating... the blackberries, he guesses, so Volgin can make pie out of the blueberries.
[07:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma tries to smile back, but she mostly just looks troubled and uncertain. "That would be nice, thanks."
[07:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin ushers her inside, and to the kitchen, where he steals some of the raspberries (since David doesn't seem to like them very much) and presents the strawberries to Tori. "You wanted to talk to me?" he asks, cheerily, genuinely in good spirits from seeing his husband enjoy himself.
[07:47 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin hesitates, before quietly offering a wave to the young lady.
[07:49 PM] Tori Marie Nygma waves back at David, smiling a little more and acting like nothing is horrifically painful on the inside before directing her attention to Volgin again. "Yeah," she says, taking a strawberry and nibbling it before speaking again, in a lower voice, "preferably alone."
[07:51 PM] Yevgeny Volgin's smile fades a little, but he nods. "Is in the bedroom all right?"
[07:55 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: Yeah, that's fine.
[07:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will lead the way there, then!
[07:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin raises an eyebrow, eyes following Volgin and Tori as they leave the room.
[07:57 PM] Yevgeny Volgin closes the door behind them, and sits on the edge of the bed, and pats next to him, inviting her to join him in sitting. "What's wrong?" he asks, then pauses. "Aside from the obvious."
[08:06 PM] Tori Marie Nygma sits down next to him. "...did you attack Dycedarg?" she asks, her voice slightly uneasy but calm enough.
[08:12 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blinks at her, then growls, all softness falling from his face. "Oh, did he tell you I did?" he asks, fingers tapping against his leg. "I'm sure he wouldn't lie to you, Tori, so of course he let you know he drew his sword on me."
[08:17 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: .../Volgin/.
[08:18 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: I didn't come here to accuse you. I came to ask for your side of the story.
[08:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blinks at her, mouth tight and brows furrowed, then growls out a frustrated sigh. "I don't trust him with David," he says, low and... mostly low. "I don't trust how he's mostly ignored David since I took his collar off my boyfriend, but the moment David is [b]vulnerable[/b] and can't remember how Dycedarg used to treat him, he's there, all kind and winning and urging David to let him take him away to a place where no one knows him, and I don't like whatever game he's playing. Even if he has nothing to do with the amnesia... even if it's just [b]convenient[/b] for him, to have this chance to yank my husband away from me and put him in the care of doctors loyal to him and him alone, I don't like it at all." He pauses, then admits, "I lost my temper, but he drew his sword and put his hand on me, first."
[08:27 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is still curiously staring at the bedroom door, brow furrowed, hand hovering near his mouth with a blackberry between his fingers. He can hear the voices from within, but can't make out specific words. He can only tell that the tones certainly aren't pleased. A part of him really wishes to know what they're talking about- but another part is afraid to know.
[08:32 PM] Tori Marie Nygma looks away from him. "...I'm not sure I trust it, either." She sighs deeply. "He tried to make it sound like you did it for no reason too, so that doesn't make me trust it any more. But..."
[08:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes out a less growling sigh, one that's almost... relieved. Tori isn't instantly on Dycedarg's side.
[08:38 PM] Tori Marie Nygma looks at him again. "I love Dycedarg, and I hate not being able to completely trust his motives. But... I care about you too, just not in the same way. You know? Besides, I know you truly love Da-- ...David, and I don't think you'd try to isolate him, especially not at a time like this. If you wanted to do that, I think you would have before this." A long pause, and then: "...I want what's best for him, too."
[08:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes another sigh, and... slings his arm around her, in a side-hug, and tugs her against him. It's about as close as he's going to be able to manage to "thanks" right now.
[08:44 PM] Tori Marie Nygma looks a little startled, but accepts this. After a couple of moments, she turns herself a little so she can hug him.
[08:46 PM] Yevgeny Volgin supposes this is when he should apply a hair-ruffle?
[08:46 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin ruffle Tori's hair bc her dad probably wont think to do it anymore :')
[08:48 PM] Yevgeny Volgin ruffles her hair, gently, and says, "In any case, I don't feel bad for giving him a jolt. I do... wish I'd kept my temper better, though." He fingercombs her hair flat again, and says, lowly, "David may not remember getting tortured, but he still flinched from my lightning."
[08:49 PM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't say anything, but she gives him a light squeeze.
[08:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin asks, after a quiet moment, "Do I want to know what HE said about the whole thing?"
[09:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sets the blackberries down, and creeps over to the door, curiosity overwhelming him... but before he can listen in, worry and fear about what he might hear overtakes him and, instead, he knocks at the bedroom door.
[09:24 PM] Tori Marie Nygma: ...I don't think you do.
[03:15 AM] Yevgeny Volgin sighs, and-- ah, a knock? He can't ignore it, because the only person who could be knocking is David, and he self-consciously realizes that his husband is right outside while he has his arm around and his hand in the hair of a beautiful young woman. Volgin, uh, untangles himself so that his hold on Tori looks more... COMPANIONABLE at a casual glance, and says, "Yes, David?"
[03:17 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin hesitates from the other side of the door, not sure exactly what he was going to say. After a few moments, he clears his throat, before saying, "Are, uh... Are you guys okay?"

He stuffs his hands in his pockets to try and keep himself from fiddling them.
[03:17 AM] Tori Marie Nygma is beautiful. Ohh yeah stroke her ego more. UH FOR REAL NOW--
[03:18 AM] Tori Marie Nygma hesitates to speak at first, but eventually does. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine, at least. What about you, Spar--Volgin?"
[03:21 AM] Yevgeny Volgin actually frowns at Tori. Don't lie to his poor amnesiac husband, Tori! At least not so blatantly. "I'll admit, I've had better days," he says, "but at least no one's died today, so I'll count that as a general victory."
[03:22 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is an amnesiac, but he's not stupid, he can tell that's a flat-out lie. He frowns, biting his lip a moment. "Should I leave you alone?"
[03:24 AM] Tori Marie Nygma's answer is immediate this time. "Eh? No, you-- you don't have to do that!" Unfortunately, the tone of her voice betrays the lie she just made even further.
[03:26 AM] Yevgeny Volgin frowns harder, and elbows her, and says in a not-very-quiet hiss, "Ptichka, he's forgotten things, he's not [b]stupid[/b]."
[03:28 AM] Tori Marie Nygma doesn't answer him.
[03:30 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a deep breath, and sighs slowly and quietly through his nose. He's... just going to stop asking. He's worried, yes, but... He obviously can't help, as he is. So, he backs off without another word, and returns to his seat in the kitchen, if quite a bit more... discouraged. He crosses his arms, laying them atop the counter, slumping and glowering at nothing in particular.
[03:35 AM] Yevgeny Volgin sighs, and squeezes Tori's shoulder, and stands up, offering her his hand. "Tori," he starts, then sighs again, clearly changing what he was going to say. "... If you can distract Dycedarg, I'd appreciate it. And if you can distract yourself along the way, you'll probably appreciate that."
[03:38 AM] Tori Marie Nygma takes his hand, not looking directly at him. "...I'll try," she says quietly.
[03:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( what was he originally gonna say ))
[03:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( eyes.gif ))
[03:40 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((something like "stop fucking avoiding hard conversations with people you love"))
[03:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( LMAO ))
[03:41 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((Hey, she actually WANTED him to go in.))
[03:41 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( too bad shes a terrible liar ))
[03:41 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((p. much))
[03:42 AM] Yevgeny Volgin squeezes her hand, too, and pulls her up, and into a hug.
[03:43 AM] Tori Marie Nygma hugs him back, tighter than she really means to, and tries her best not to start sobbing.
[03:49 AM] Yevgeny Volgin holds her, and presses his cheek to her hair. "You can always get me on the phone," he murmurs, "I'll make sure of it." They may not be as close as they each are with David, but... they're both close to David. They share him, and so they share this pain. "... And you can take the strawberries home, I don't think David likes them," he adds, more practically.
[03:50 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin does not like the strawberries, no. She can have the raspberries, too.
[03:50 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is KEEPING those raspberries for his chocolate ice cream, sir. >:T
[03:52 AM] Tori Marie Nygma keeps her tight hold on him. "Thank you," she says quietly. "Thank you, thank you...!"
[03:52 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin ew chocolate ice cream
[03:52 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin yuck
[03:54 AM] Yevgeny Volgin MMMMMM YUMMY YUM YUM
[03:55 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((Sadly, I must go! I will be back in a bit. ilu friends! DON'T GET INTO TOO MUCH TROUBLE WITHOUT ME :P))
[03:55 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((CAN WE ASSUME TORI LEFT))
[03:55 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( and took the strawberries with her? ))
[03:55 AM] Tori Marie Nygma: ((YES PLS ASSUME))
[03:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is still at the counter, still hunched and still with his arms folded against it. He's glowering at nothing in particular, eyes turned down at the countertop.
[03:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin didn't really pay attention or anything as Tori left.
[04:01 AM] Yevgeny Volgin leans next to him, and slowly reaches out to pet his hair. "She's worried. And a bad liar," he says, lowly, fingers warm as they cup the back of David's neck. (He's surprised the man hasn't... taken off his collar, with how fussed he was about the ring, but he's not going to complain.)
[04:06 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin mostly hasn't thought of it. He kinda forgot about the collar entirely, in the whole mess of things. Plus, his body is so used to it, it's terribly hard to notice. He'll probably remember it the next time he checks himself out in the mirror. David almost jerks away from the contact, but instead manages to stay still, and he takes a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh as Volgin's fingers cup the back of his neck.

"I can tell." He says gruffly. But about which part? That she's worried, or that she's bad at lying?
[04:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then asks, "Do you want to know what we were talking about?"
[04:08 AM] Yevgeny Volgin stroke stroke stroke. He has callouses on his hands, even now, but they're softer than they used to be.
[04:08 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin shrugs his shoulders, and then shakes his head. "I dunno. I guess not." He mumbles, frowning. "I just... I couldn't hear what you were saying, but I could still hear your voices, and you both sounded mad, or upset, and..."

David growls a bit, heaving a short sigh through his nose. "I don't know."
[04:10 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says, reasonably, "Well, that's probably because we were. It's... been a stressful day." Not so stressful that he can't scratch David's scalp with his nails, though.
[04:12 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin starts to growl irritably, but it quickly turns into a quiet whine, even as he tilts his head into the affection against his scalp. David goes quiet for a minute, though, before eventually saying, in a quiet voice, "I feel like I'm letting people down."
[04:17 AM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes out a noise, and leans closer to his husband, and bumps their temples together, gently, fingers still in his hair. "I'm not going to say I wouldn't rather have you here with all your memories," he says, softly, "but as long as you're here-- which you are-- and you still have your personality-- which you do-- there's no way I could be let down by you." He doesn't... quite turn his head to kiss David's cheek, but he thinks about it, and says, softly, "I love you far too much."
[04:21 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin isn't so sure about a few of those things, and he makes a noncommittal noise in his throat, hoping to hide his discomfort. He doesn't say anything more on the issue, however, but he doesn't do much of anything else, either. At least not for a while. He just slumps further against the counter, trying very hard not to think about any glimpses he caught of that young lady and all the hurt and upset in her eyes that she was struggling to restrain.
[04:25 AM] Yevgeny Volgin stays with him, stroking his hair, for a long while, and vaguely wishes he was able to-- to turn back time, to fix this, to impress on David how very much he loves him and how much David means to him and how nothing could make him not love his husband, ever--

When he starts feeling rather blue himself, he says, softly, "So, blueberry pie, right?"
[04:29 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin , at least, appreciates the gentle hand in his hair. One good thing came out of that panic attack earlier today, and that was discovering that Volgin was absolutely right when he said David enjoyed it. That, at least, is one hurdle he's having less of a problem getting over. He still automatically wants to react to Volgin reaching for him by moving away, but he now knows that he doesn't need to, that it can be and is something enjoyable.

When Volgin brings up pie, David lifts his head and nods. "Yeah, that sounds good. But..." Uh oh. A but. "... I think I lost my appetite. Maybe tomorrow instead? I feel like maybe I should just turn in."
[04:31 AM] Yevgeny Volgin should let David know that he also likes having Volgin's great big co[b]wait maybe not right now actually[/b]
[04:31 AM] Yevgeny Volgin NO MAYBE INSTEAD OF THAT Volgin will say, "Then you should go sleep. Your toothbrush is the blue one."
[04:36 AM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then notes, "Your almost everything is the blue ones. If it's orange it's probably mine."
[04:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods, and turns on his stool, getting up on his feet. "Thanks. ... Sorry. For, uh... You know." He clears his throat. "Being such a downer. You've got enough problems right now."

With that said, he starts to leave, only to pause and consider Volgin's note on colors, before nodding again. Did he like blue, or something? Idly, he wonders if he'd still be inclined to like the same color. Welp, time to head towards the bathroom.
[04:40 AM] Yevgeny Volgin wants to say so many things-- he wants to say that David has nothing to be sorry for, that Volgin will take this level of downer any day, that he loves him and needs him and-- and wants him, and values him, but instead of all that he waves his hand and goes to the fridge to get a snack for himself.
[04:54 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin finds his way to the bathroom easily enough, thanks to that tour Volgin had given earlier, and locates the toothpaste and the blue toothbrush. A minute a gargle and a spit into the sink later, David's done brushing his teeth and is just... gonna take a few minutes to look at himself in the mirror. Himself. That's him. Still so unrecognizable. He probably won't admit unless asked, but at first, when he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, he was almost alarmed at the appearance of another stranger, before he finally recognized his reflection as the man from the hand-mirror earlier today.

David leans in close, turning his head this way and that, getting a better look at his face from different angles. At the shape of his nose, brow, jaw, cheekbones, at the pattern of his scruffy facial hair, how the color of his facial hair doesn't match the color of his hair, the former being brown and the latter being copper. He takes in the shape of his mouth, how his upper lip is a bit darker in color than his bottom lip, how his eyes are shaded by his brow, which seems to be permanently stuck in at least a slight frown, even when he attempts to make it otherwise.

The length of his hair, which seems to be approaching shoulder length, messy and thick and soft, the shape of his ears, and how they seem to be unpierced, the icy color of his eyes, which brings to his mind's eye images of dual-colored dogs in snow, with eyes that same color of blue. And further on, the shape of his body, muscular and trim, toned, though definitely not as huge as Volgin. He'd put his own height at somewhere between 5'11" and 6', and he tilts his head as he studies the slope of his neck and shoulders, the shapes of his arms, his torso...

And then his eyes fall on the collar, remembering it again for the first time since this morning. With the tag reading 'Sobachka'- what Volgin keeps calling him. 'Doggy'. ... Awkward. He clears his throat, wondering if he should take it off- he's comfortable enough with it on, and he's not sure if he normally wears it to bed... though he did wake up with it. But, like the wedding ring, he's conflicted by the obviously very personal and intimate nature of it, and the discomfort settles uneasily in his belly. He feels nauseous. He supposes he'll leave it on- no need to make more waves, like with the ring.

David's about to turn to finally go, when he notices something else, along the edge of his shirt collar, something on his skin... a mark? It's splotchy, red and purplish. A bruise? Why would a bruise be there? Strange. He might ask about it later. Well, regardless, he's done now, after a good while studying himself. How long did he spend? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty? Unsure. Either way, he heads back out into the livingroom.
[04:54 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( oops sorry ))
[04:56 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((wHY SORRY))
[04:56 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((<333))
[04:57 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( BECAUSE LONG... ))
[04:57 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((LONG IS GOOD WE LOVE LONG))
[05:01 AM] Yevgeny Volgin does not spend the time anywhere near so productively, or in such deep thought, instead curling up on the couch with a handful of raspberries in yogurt (yum) and his phone to play dumb games, and when David comes back in he glances back up with a smile, curious but restrained. "Hello again, sobachka," he says, and wonders what someone who's turning in is doing back out here.
[05:03 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses in the doorway awkwardly, glancing around, before approaching the couch. He's still wearing all his clothes as they were, even though normally David would treat a comfy t-shirt and his undies as his pajamas. "Er, so..." He starts, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Where do you, uh... Keep the extra pillows and blankets, if there are any?"
[05:05 AM] Yevgeny Volgin looks at him like ??? and says, "The bed already has those, though."
[05:07 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin sighs, a bit irritably, and says, "I'm not taking your bed from you."
[05:10 AM] Yevgeny Volgin frowns at him, confused and... and a little upset. "It's your bed, too, David. You've been sleeping in it for months..." He... he's not going to make his amnesiac husband sleep on the couch, or the floor, or anything like that, what kind of man does David take him for?
[05:13 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin wants to make HIMSELF sleep on the couch, because he doesn't want to make Volgin do the same! "And I don't remember sleeping in it for months." He says, plainly, "Look, okay. One of us is gonna have to sleep out here, right? So... Did we get this apartment together, or was one of us living here first? Who's name is it under?"
[05:15 AM] Yevgeny Volgin shifts a little, uncomfortably, and admits, "... It's mine," but then pointedly hikes a leg up along the length of the couch. "But even so, that would make you my... my guest, or something. You get the bed."
[05:17 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin glowers at that clear gesture, when Volgin stretches his leg across the couch. "I'm not taking your bed." He says again, crossing his arms. "I don't want to."
[05:19 AM] Yevgeny Volgin opens his mouth to argue with that, but it's a pretty ironclad argument, and his brow furrows. "... One of us doesn't have to sleep out here," he says, after a moment, which is... maybe not the best suggestion, but he wants to-- to take care of his beloved, his precious husband, his sweet, handsome doggy, and that doesn't include letting him sleep on the couch.
[05:23 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin says, thoughtlessly, "Well, I'm not sleeping with you."

He doesn't mean to be hurtful, he doesn't mean to have such a tone that sounds like sharing a bed with Volgin is such a far out concept, he doesn't mean to be insensitive. In fact, he's trying very hard not to be! He doesn't want to hurt Volgin further by playing into something he can't give him, getting his hopes up only to let him down. But... still, how he comes off isn't ideal. He doesn't mean it. He doesn't even notice.
[05:31 AM] Yevgeny Volgin knows what David meant, he thinks, but it still lands like a blow-- like a bullet, even, worse than a fist, and he flinches from it, face turning away from his husband.

"... Right," he says, normally robust voice thin, and stands up, tucking his phone into his pocket. "I'll go get you a blanket. Do you... want one of your sleep shirts?"
[05:35 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin was, a moment ago, glowering and standing straight, arms crossed, behaving sternly and standing his ground. But at the way this poor man flinches at his words, can't keep looking at him, the sound of his voice... David wilts, all sternness leaving him at once, and he slumps, uncrossing his arms and fiddling his hands instead, twisting the ring on his finger.

"I... sorry." He mumbles, and then nods at the offer, eyes turned down. "Yeah. Thanks."
[05:38 AM] Yevgeny Volgin didn't want that, either, damn-- fuck-- "Fuck, David," he says, and goes straight to his husband, and-- well, David lets him touch his hair, so Volgin does that, touches his hair, buries his hands in it because he doesn't know if David would let him wrap his arms around him like he wants to. Volgin wants to tell him, [b]don't hurt, don't bleed when I do, please,[/b], but it's such an impossible thing to ask...
[05:42 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes in a sharp breath through his nose, almost moving away when Volgin turns back to him. But instead, he dips his head, tilting it into one of those broad palms, brow heavily furrowed and the corners of his mouth twitching unhappily. He keeps twisting the wedding band back and forth at the base of his finger, and his eyes are turned to the side, focusing away from Volgin.

After several long, silent seconds, David says in a rough, quiet, "I feel like I'm gonna be sick."
[05:42 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( quiet voice* )
[05:44 AM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a pained noise, and asks, low, "Why?" Is it because of him? God, he doesn't want to hurt David-- "What can I do?"
[05:45 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin shakes his head. "I dunno. Been feeling it for a while. Getting worse." He takes a breath, trying to keep himself calm- Volgin's frightened reaction isn't helping David's emotional state any. "Maybe a glass of water?"
[05:49 AM] Yevgeny Volgin moves his hand-- the one David isn't leaning into-- to press the back of it against his forehead, and tries to silence the thing that whispers [b]poison[/b] in the back of his head. Slow, slow poison, to only be working now, almost a day after Pliskin drank the mystery liquid-- oh, but wouldn't that make it perfect, for a politician like Dycedarg, ruthless and plotting?

He swallows his fear, and says, "Go sit down," caressing his cheek for just a moment before turning away towards the kitchen.
[05:55 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't have any sort of fever, he just looks a bit upset, and definitely very frustrated. Outwardly, it probably mostly seems to be a stress stomachache. Still, though, once Volgin's hands are off him, leaving his head feeling a little cold without those warm hands, he does as he's told, going to settle on the couch.

His head hurts. He feels nauseous. He can't stop thinking about how the more he tries not to hurt Volgin and the girl, the more he just IS, can't stop thinking about how disappointed, let down they must be. Even if they don't blame him directly, they still have expectations of him that he's just unable to meet all of a sudden. He feels so pressured, they obviously want so many things from him, but like this, he's so uncomfortable with even the idea of them. He feels spread out in too many different directions.

David hunches over, elbows on his knees, wringing his hands. By the time Volgin returns, David's breathing is a little heavier, he's blinking a little harder, his throat feeling tight and eyes burning.
[05:59 AM] Yevgeny Volgin sits next to him, and offers him the water, concern clear on his face with a undercurrent of fear. What if it was poison? What if he'd let Dycedarg take David away, and he'd died, alone, without anyone who loved him nearby? What if--

"You don't look very well," he says, softly, and stroked David's back. "Do you want me to call someone?"
[06:01 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin shakes his head, and... and sniffs, more loudly than he'd intended. "No, it's okay." He croaks, voice a bit strained. "Not bad, just... don't feel well."
[06:02 AM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then asks, even softer, "Do you need to cry?"
[06:02 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's got him, if he does.
[06:08 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses, biting his lip- is that it? Is that what he needs? He makes a strained noise in his throat, before slowly nodding and sniffs again, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes- stinging, damp eyes, smearing wetness into his eyelashes.
[06:21 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes a sigh of relief, fear draining out of him even as he pets David, leaning against him, warm and close and there for him. Stress and strain and pain and all the other emotions David was surely feeling, that must be what was hurting him, not poison or whatever other paranoia his brain threw up to him. "Then you should go ahead and cry as much as you need to," he says, softly. "I understand."
[06:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin isn't quite sure just how crying [b]starts[/b]. David, before he lost his memories, was always so opposed to letting tears even fall, let alone crying, which had contributed to that breakdown before the wedding. David without his memories, however, even if inclined to try and hold it in, doesn't see the need to do so as aggressively, but neither does he know how to just start.

"I just-" Maybe talking a little will help. "I don't- I don't know what to do, Yevgeny. Everything I do, I keep messing up somehow, because I don't do it right and... and you people already expect me to behave in certain ways or do certain things and I don't KNOW them and-"

Yes, that seemed to work, tears falling now, sliding down his cheeks. He doesn't look at Volgin while he talks, vents, wringing his hands as he does. "Trying to do what you people want feels so unnatural, forced, but when I don't, you get upset, or that girl- Tori? She gets so upset. But if I don't, you people just expect more, get your hopes up and- and I just!" His voice had been slowly raising as he talks, but for now, he pauses, choking, rubbing at his face as he has to take a moment to breath and let out a few sobs, shoulders shaking. After a minute, he's still shaking, but he has enough control of his breath to talk again. "I don't know anything, and I just keep fucking up and hurting people know matter what I do, and I only barely know three people right now, and it's already too much, I- I hate this."
[06:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((NO DAVID IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE CRYING NOT ME))
[06:34 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( HES FRUSTRATED AND UPSET AND A LIL ANGRY AND VERY STRESSED AND KIND OF HAVING A MELTDOWN ))
[06:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((BABBBBYYYYYY))
[06:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin curls closer and closer around David as he cries and rambles, and when he finishes, Volgin wraps his arms around him, pulling him close. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, and kisses David's hair, heart racing with pain. "I don't want you to hurt, David, I'm so sorry, you don't have to force yourself to do things for us-- just being here is enough, it ought to be enough for anyone." Having David and being in pain is infinitely better than not having him.
[06:46 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin , at first, is at least slightly receptive to being held, going quiet and just crying quietly while Volgin tries to comfort him. But then, the last couple things Volgin says seems to strike a nerve, and David pushes himself out of Volgin's grip, scooting away. "No it's not! I DO have to- I'm n-not stupid, I have amnesia but I'm not a damn idiot!" He takes a moment to take a few breaths, his face full of hurt and anger and upset and stress, "You say I don't have to but I DO, I obviously do, because every single fucking time I try to refuse, try to do something else, every time I'm uncomfortable, you people get those looks on your faces like I just shot you or broke something you loved!! And I [b]hate[/b] it because I don't WANT to hurt you and- everything I- I just-"

And then he just, makes a frustrated noise, cradling his head in his hands and hunching down, doubled over, face practically against his knees as he starts to let out strained sobs, rocking gently in his seat.
[06:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin gets that look on his face like he's just been shot, or something he loved was broken, and he hates himself a little for it, and is glad David can't see how much that hurt, with his head down in his knees, and he curls his hands helplessly against his thighs. "I-- I'm sorry," he says, lowly, because he's fucking this up when he's trying to make it better, and admits, "I don't have a lot of... I'm not good at this."
[06:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin probably would not have reacted well to seeing that in his current state, no, so thankfully he didn't. He doesn't really respond to Volgin, though, hands against his head, over his ears and tangling in his hair, his eyes shut tight as he just stays where he is, shoulders shaking, struggling to breathe between strained, hoarse sobs.
[06:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't know what to do. David's forgotten everything, what can he do? Feed him goddamn blueberries until he stops crying? Shove him into one of his boxes?

Hell, [i]he doesn
[06:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: (( thanx hands))
[07:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( rudes ))
[07:03 PM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't know what to do. David's forgotten everything, what can he do? Feed him goddamn blueberries until he stops crying? Shove him into one of his boxes?

Hell, [b]he doesn't have any better ideas[/b], so he pushes himself to his feet, and touches David's hair, and goes back to the bedroom, dragging out one of the flattened boxes from under the bed-- David loves these things, he'll sleep in them, maybe he'll calm down in a cardboard embrace from whatever mystical qualities the box has on his psyche. Volgin doesn't have any better ideas, and he brings it back out, folding it together and dropping it on the floor in front of David, and lifting his sobbing husband into his arms to lower into the box.

If this doesn't work he's going to feel like an idiot. He already feels like an idiot.
[07:10 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is only vaguely aware of Volgin moving, leaving, doing something, but he's far from paying attention, currently trying to block everything out. But then suddenly, hands are on him /too much/, and he's picked up and he tries to shove himself away- only to be promptly deposited in the box. He's hyperventilating a little bit for the first half a minute, not reacting well to having been picked up and basically manhandled, but soon enough he's back to wear he was, curling up in the box, crying and strained and curled up.

... But this time, that doesn't last. Volgin must be right about the box having mystical qualities on his psyche, because whatever that is creeps into his skull. A familiarity, but not entirely from forgotten memories, something that speaks to him on a deeper, more primal level, something so very... natural. Free of any pressure or expectation, truly and completely natural, and- David lurches forward, out of the box, tipping it, only to flip it back over himself and...

Well, he's back in the box, this time under it and completely hidden, curled up inside of it. He's breathing a bit heavily, legs hugged to his chest and face buried against his knees, but he feels... better. Safer. Less exposed. Closed in, away from everything else that's stressing him and pressuring him, where no one can see him. He still cries, of course, but he starts to calm, quieting and slowing down.
[07:12 PM] Yevgeny Volgin cannot fucking believe that worked. And yet he still feels like an idiot.

He... he pulls back, to wait on the couch, but at least the crying's not so loud, after David flips it over himself.
[07:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is going to stay here for a while, if that's okay. Even after he finally stops crying, and just has a case of sniffles as he rubs at his face, trying to dry it. He feels comfortable in here, and doesn't want to leave yet.
[07:17 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will allow it! He'll possibly... bring out more boxes, too, of slightly different shapes and sizes, and the big, warm comforter off the bed for David, and the spare sheets, and sets up the couch to be as comfortable as any bed in the world.
[07:19 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is aware of Volgin moving around and doing stuff outside of the safety of this box, but he's not sure what, and doesn't yet want to know.

But, eventually, David is feeling better enough, calmer, face not quite as messy and bloodshot, and ready to face the rest of reality again. So, carefully, he lifts up the box to peek out with an eyebrow raised.
[07:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is fluffing a pillow, looking and feeling approximately like shit, but laying it on the arm of the couch with a kind of single-minded determination to make sure David has the best accommodations in the apartment, regardless of where he's sleeping. To the side of the couch, several boxes have been reassembled and are neatly nested together, with the sheets folded on top of them.
[07:24 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks around at all this, at the comfortably made up couch, at the boxes, and then pauses before asking in a slightly hoarse voice, "What're you doing?"
[07:25 PM] Yevgeny Volgin turns, and looks down at his husband, his love, his tired and strained David who couldn't remember what Volgin wanted and needed, and sinks down to the floor, kneeling in front of him without touching him. "Trying to help," he says, lowly. "You didn't want to sleep in the bed, right?"
[07:26 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses, and then nods slowly. He clears his throat, and then gestures to all the other boxes. "What's, uh... What's with all that, though?"
[07:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin colors, a little. "It's... boxes," he says, which is no explanation at all, because David may not have his memories but he's still got eyes. "Your... family has a thing about them. I thought you might want to..."

He gestures to the box David had been hiding under. If David wants to hide under a box to get away from Volgin, then he can do that.

"... or maybe we could build a box fort or something," he mutters, cheeks red, because he feels like an idiot, and like he might fuck this up at any second.
[07:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is still a little confused, considering he already had a box he was under. But then Volgin makes his suggestion and David pauses, before nodding, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Heh... Sounds kinda fun, actually."
[07:37 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles a little, tentatively, and says, "There's even more boxes under the bed. I don't know where you found them all, but-- there's enough for a castle, if that's what you want."
[07:51 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin wouldn't know where he must have found all these boxes either, but hey, he's not complaining this time. Thanks, past self. "And, what, drape the sheets over it or something?" He suggests, climbing out of the box he was just in. "Maybe we could build it all around the couch, then. If that's alright."
[08:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "That's absolutely fine, Sobachka. It's your castle, after all." His smile widens, just a smidge, and he says, "I can be your hot construction crew," flexing an arm like a big goof.
[08:16 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin bites his lip a bit at being called 'Sobachka', that discomfort creeping back in- but the 'hot construction crew' comment calms him, makes him let out a short laugh, a half-smile on his face. "Heh. Well, I'm not about to say no to that." He jokes, and stands up, heading to the boxes. "Alright. Should probably make the tallest ones be the supports on the corners, if we're gonna put a sheet over it..."

He is now very seriously building a box castle around the couch.
[08:20 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "I think there's at least two refrigerator boxes under the bed, let me check," and flashes a grin at his beloved before going to do said checking, leaving David in peace for a few minutes while he shuffles around and returns with three massive folded-flat boxes, a roll of packing tape, and a tin full of safety pins. "I thought these might help, too," he says, dropping the construction supplies on the couch and offering the boxes to Dave.
[09:22 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is feeling a lot better, but having a moment alone does help, lets him slip more easily into a more comfortable mindspace. When Volgin comes back with the refrigerator boxes and supplies, David actually smiles at him, genuine and slightly lopsided, regardless of the fact he'd just had a meltdown not too long ago.

"The pins to hold the sheet, and the tape to keep the boxes together." He says, already reaching out to grab one of the folded refrigerator boxes, unfolding it to go set at one end of the couch, and about a foot ahead, like a sentinel tower. "Thanks. This is gonna be great."
[09:37 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles back, and says, "Well, of course it is," confidently, even though it's been about forty years since he last built a fort with a friend. God, it's so good to see David smiling-- "What can your construction crew do?" he asks, cheerfully.
[09:39 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is already setting up the next refrigerator box to mirror the first, but he pauses at Volgin's question, pondering. "Hm... Think you can start attaching the sheet to the towers? if it's big enough, try to let it drape down a bit, give the place some privacy inside, y'know? Like a curtain."
[09:41 PM] Yevgeny Volgin suggests, "The actual curtains don't really need to be on the windows, actually, we can use those-- that will give us more sheet to work with."
[09:47 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin smiles even more at the suggestion! "That's genius, goo idea. Think you can do that for me?"
[09:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs and salutes, and goes to get their drapes down, still on the rod-- Volgin bought totally practical long blackout drapes, and they're absolutely perfect, he'll be able to lay the rod from one 'tower' to the other and drape the curtains over the back of the sofa, making a dark, quiet tent.
[10:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sets up the third refrigerator box behind the middle of the couch, the three towers creating a triangle in their arrangement around the couch. He pauses, considering this, and decides yes. Perfect.

Then, while Volgin's fussing with the curtains, David busies himself with the other boxes, arranging them around the bases of the 'towers', and around the back of the couch, laying some end-to-end with both ends open to each other, and fastening them together with tape, making a very simple tunnel system. Jesus, David, what are you, a giant hamster?
[10:15 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is not surprised by his husband being a hamster, though dogs like their dens, too, don't they?

Leaving David to his task, Volgin starts pinning the sheet to the curtains, making the castle truly private-- and, god, looking inside, he wants to den in there with David, cuddle his husband and kiss him and fuck him slow and gentle into the couch, except his husband doesn't even remember him.

Volgin swallows, and tries to keep his good mood from souring, asking in a voice full of brightness, "David, can I have the tape for the curtain rod? I don't want it slipping and bringing the whole thing down."
[10:17 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is completely unaware of any mood fluctuations and ponderings Volgin is having. "Yeah- just a sec!" He says, finishing anchoring his tunnel to the base of the towers. "Here- catch." He waits until Volgin is looking, and tosses the roll of tape over, an easygoing look on his face.
[10:18 PM] Yevgeny Volgin catches it, and smiles at David, and-- well, not having sex with David is something Volgin will just have to deal with. It's time to tape the curtain rods in place, anyway.
[10:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin clambers over the couch, and over to where Volgin is, looking at his work. "It looks great."
[10:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles at him, and says, "Well, of course, what kind of construction crew would I be otherwise?" and does not kiss him.
[10:26 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts and says, "Well, still a hot one, at least."

Then he pauses, and then his cheeks go very pink, and he clears his throat, muttering an apology before heading back into the box fort. Uh- time to test out one of these tunnels, then! He's gone, now.
[10:29 PM] Yevgeny Volgin actually barks out a laugh, and lets David flee, feeling warmth bubble up in his chest.

Maybe... maybe kissing again is closer than it felt like a few minutes ago.

Humming happily to himself, he goes to gather every cushion and pillow he can find in his house-- and he has a lot of pillows, honestly, they're very comfortable-- and brings all but one to the castle, to make a soft floor, perfect for, maybe, sitting together and watching movies. Or making out. Whichever.
[10:33 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin didn't mean to flirt- and he's really hoping it doesn't back fire. It's not his fault that Volgin IS very, very attractive to him!... Even if he's still a stranger to him. He's just... He already regrets it, because he doesn't want to give any expectations he may not be able to meet. Or fool Volgin into forgetting he can't remember, or something.

David can probably be heard shuffling through the tunnel all around the couch, until finally, he emerges out the other end, looking like he's recovered from his embarrassment, climbing out. "... That's a lot of pillows."
[10:35 PM] Yevgeny Volgin says, a little shyly, "Well, when I bake you a blueberry pie tomorrow, and we eat it while watching a movie, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Or whatever you want to do tomorrow."
[10:44 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses, and then gives a light laugh, reaching up to rub at his neck. "That's pretty thoughtful of you. So you... still wanna bake me that pie, huh?"
[10:57 PM] Yevgeny Volgin shrugs a little, and says, "I mean, I like cooking for you..."
[10:58 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses, then kind of gently jokes but also kind of checks in, "Expecting you to enjoy eating homemade food isn't asking too much, is it, David?"
[11:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin laughs sheepishly, and nods a little. "No, it's fine, I just... I dunno. I guess I thought that... that mess earlier... nevermind."

He shakes his head and just scoots on into the boxfort, plopping into the pillow pile. "Still don't have much of an appetite right now, but tomorrow for sure."
[11:02 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses on the threshhold, and asks, "May your construction crew enter your castle, Lord Boxes?"
[11:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts, and actually has a good laugh at that. "Ahaha! Oh, wow, Lord Boxes? That's good. Yeah, you can come in."
[11:08 PM] Yevgeny Volgin enters, then, smiling a little and sits near but not next to David, and says, "That mess earlier didn't  make me want to change my plans for filling you with things you like," and then he realizes what he said and amends, quickly, "[i]food[/i] things, I mean." Unless Dave wanted other things-- "Unless you-- I mean. Probably mostly food things."
[11:10 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin was already a man who was kinda slow on the uptake. But now throw in some amnesia, and he can't even catch the innuendo even when Volgin backpedals. He raises an eyebrow at Volgin, not quite getting it. "Ah- okay. Well... I won't say no to food later. Still feel kinda nauseous right now, though. Not as bad as earlier, but still..."
[11:13 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles at him, tinting a little pink but glad David's not, say, laughing at Volgin's blatant stumbling. "Well, it's not like I'm going to shove a slice of pie down your throat right now," he teases, and leans in closer to gently elbow David. "In fact, I believe I was told you were going to go to sleep..."
[11:16 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin chuckles a bit at the elbowing, and nods, before pushing himself up, and onto the couch properly. "Yeah, I was." He says, tugging off his his boots, and tossing them right out of the fort. "Thanks for making the couch up for me."
[11:28 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pats his leg, then climbs to his feet. "It wasn't any trouble," he says, softly, and moves like he's going to touch David-- nngh. He can't kiss him goodnight. "I should probably not kiss you goodnight," he says, and instead brutally ruffles the fuck out of David's hair.
[11:30 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin raises an eyebrow when Volgin moves and hesitates- only for his face to fall slightly at that statement. "Er... yeah. Probably no-"

David was absolutely not expecting to get brutally hair-ruffled, and he makes a funny strangled shouting noise, flailing and ducking away, laughing slightly. "Jeeze!"
[11:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin grins, and says, "Sleep well, David," which is a sincere wish, and ducks out of the castle before he can be retaliated against. Mwahahaha.
[11:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin would chuck a pillow, but Volgin is already gone, alas! Still, though, he's been wished a goodnight, and now he's technically alone. So, he starts to make himself comfortable- only to need to pause and wriggle out of his jeans because ugh, kicking them off and flinging them somewhere. But soon enough, he's got such a warm blanket around himself, and his face sinking into such a soft pillow and he is so tired, so damn tired, today has been exhausting... And he's out like a light.
[11:34 PM] Yevgeny Volgin goes to his bedroom, and texts Tori a short update-- David is fine, and he still thinks Volgin is handsome, hell yeah-- and then he, too, crashes, curling up with the one pillow he left himself. Sorry, Dave, Volgin may have the bed, but he's still spoiled you.
[11:49 PM] Tori Marie Nygma gets the text as she's lying in her bed, unable to sleep -- something she doesn't require, but also something she wishes would come to her already. ...she really doesn't want to be awake right now.
[12:10 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is nice and asleep, for a good few hours even, dreamscape drifting blearily, settling randomly. But then, it settles somewhere less relaxing. There's a voice, booming, harsh, but he can't make out the words, muffled despite being so loud. All he knows is, whatever it's saying, it hurts, agonizing, and he doesn't know why. The voice is coming from a figure, imposing, and shrouded in black smoke, and David can't breath. He hurts, physically, mentally, emotionally, he's in agony, why won't it stop? The voice, the figure, it attacks him, flashing lights and explosions, burning pains in his body. Screaming, an unbearable stench, boring into his mind, twisting into him, engulfing him in smoke and fire and sound and no, no, no-

"No!!" He sits up awake, yelling, eyes wet and body shaking like a leaf. What... was that?? Was that the nightmare Volgin tried to warn him about? David is panting, sweating, and he can't help but check himself over for injuries- but no, he's perfectly fine. So instead he just... curls up, heaving a few quiet, hoarse sobs as he tries to recover. He doesn't even realize that he'd been tossing and turning and weeping and talking and even shouting in his sleep, before he'd even woken up.
[12:14 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is less unaware, already stirring at the noises but awoken by David's shout, and he stumbles out of bed, towards the living room, and calls, blearily, "Nightmare?" into the box castle.
[12:15 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin flinches at the sound of another voice- but no, that's not the voice from his dream, it different. He... actually feels a little comforted, and at first, he nods, before remembering Volgin can't see him from out there.

"Y... Yeah." He croaks, sniffing and rubbing at his face. "I think so."
[12:18 AM] Yevgeny Volgin asks, "Would you like--" and then yawns, wide, because he has not had enough sleep, but-- "Would you like company until you can sleep again?" Usually he'd hold his husband, or hold his hands, or murmur to him, but-- well, his David still might need him, but he doesn't know if David wants him there.
[12:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin hesitates. He's... not sure what he wants here. There's definitely a good part of him that does, in fact, want to be comforted, held maybe, but the rest of him is... still all tied up in the mess of expectations and pressure and what people might want from him.

Eventually, though, he just says, quietly, "... Yeah."
[12:25 AM] Yevgeny Volgin ducks into the box castle, and settles down on the floor next to the couch, resting his head back against the cushions, hair brushing David's thigh. "Fire or electricity?" he asks, though he's pretty sure he knows which was featured in the dream.
[12:26 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin gives Volgin a strange look, puzzled at how he could guess it so well- only to remember. Right. Volgin was married to... the past him. That he can't remember. Of course he'd know. "F... Fire."
[12:28 AM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a little noise, and says, "I'm sorry," and reaches up to gently curl his fingers around David's hand, loose but warm and solid.
[12:29 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin flinches slightly, but he doesn't pull his hand away- Volgin's is warm, so easily enveloping his, comforting, and so surprisingly gentle despite their size. David's fingers curl slightly against Volgin's fingers, and he sighs, resting his knees, legs against his chest.
[12:32 AM] Yevgeny Volgin stays there with him, quiet but close, and lets him do any talking he wants, or doesn't want, to do. Partially because Volgin is very tired.
[12:34 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't talk for a while, just taking comfort in Volgin's presence, the feeling of safety it brings him. He wonders if that's just a quality Volgin himself exudes, or if it's something more like almost remembering. But only almost. Finally after several long minutes, David asks, quietly, "... I take it I probably don't want to know where that nightmare came from, huh?"
[12:39 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "Probably not," serious but clearly drowsy, "and even if you do, it's not a story for when you're trying to sleep." He turns his head a little, to look up at David, and murmurs, maybe unwisely, "It started your drinking, too."
[12:40 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is nodding, ready to drop it entirely and just try to relax, when-

"... Drinking?" He asks, frowning at Volgin. "What do you mean?"
[12:46 AM] Yevgeny Volgin hesitates, then says, "You drank a lot when we met," and squeezes his fingers. "Started after... the thing that gave you those nightmares, so you could sleep. It's gotten better, though."
[12:47 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin frowns. Drinking... Does he mean alcohol? He remembers alcohol, now. So, it could make him sleep more easily without the nightmares- no, no, he shouldn't. Don't think about it. Don't... "The drinking, or the nightmares?"
[12:48 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: Both...
[12:48 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses, and then nods slowly. "Okay." He takes a breath, and sighs slowly. "... Thanks, Yevgeny."
[12:50 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is clearly drowsing off a bit, and turns his head, to kiss David's knuckles, and murmur something in sleep-slurred but affectionate-sounding in Russian.
[12:52 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin didn't quite catch that, but it makes him feel comforted nonetheless, even the kiss. He smiles slightly, before shifting about, hand still held by Volgin, until he can lay back down. "Sorry I woke you up." He murmurs tiredly. "You can go back to bed. You look as tired as I feel."
[12:54 AM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles at him, eyes mostly closed, and murmurs, "Sweet," clearly as a description of David, before passing right the fuck out right where he is, head against the cushions and warm hand going lax around David's.
[12:55 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts- poor guy. He feels kinda bad for waking him up. He should've just told him he'd be fine alone... even if that might not have been true. Oh well. David yawns, and settles back against his pillow, eyes shut, and he rubs his fingers gently against the inside of Volgin's hand before his, too, goes limp as he falls back asleep. This time, without nightmares.