A Blind Eye

[Yuri Obrechennyy]

Well now, so Yellow Eyes' stupid autograph come-on and quaint hand kissing actually worked. Wasn't that a bitch? Sans the Wallet, it was like Yuri was stuck in some crappy 19th century drama on British public broadcasting and he was losing to Lord Asskiss.

And now Spectra Lin was at his side. Too cold outside? It wasn't even winter yet.

"I'd imagine your presence would thaw even a Russian winter,"
he said to Spectra. Fuck, it was a strain on his vocabulary to sound smooth and educated and stuff. "But you must be used to warmer climates. I'd love to hear about where you come from. I was thinking of checking out what is being served in the kitchen, if you care to join me?"


Yuri offered her his arm. But he wasn't done yet. He doubted Spectra would think Yellow Eyes so charming if...well, she was right next to him, and Yellow Eyes' hands were momentarily out of view. Fuck yeah, what could go wrong? She'd think Yellow Eyes did it -- there wasn't any other rational explanation.

Yuri channeled a quick little flow of air around the two of them and gave her a nice pat on her perfect little ass.


Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Nov 4 2013, 02:57 AM.