Se Majesté.

Pourquoi ne pas passer un moment de plus ensemble?

Ivan Goncharov x Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Fluff.

Upon arriving at the Yokohama Central Library, Dostoyevsky checked his clock. He always arrived earlier than his comrades when it came to meetings from the Decay of Angels. Of course, in these meetings, the leader and their secret weapon wouldn't show themselves, so it was mostly a hangout and, at the end, Fyodor's 'fictional meeting' would be what he'd communicate to Kamui.

It was just 4 o'clock when he arrived, the meeting being around half an hour later. So he just walked to grab a book and spend the time reading before Sigma and Gogol arrived.

Not being exactly fluent at reading japanese, he just looked for simple stories, however, a certain long, pale blue haired person caught his attention. Oh, he remembered this person. Goncharov. That man who he had lobotomized in order to create an euphoric, dumb puppet to control. He doesn't remember what Ivan was like before the lobotomy, so he just spoke to him as if he was talking to some kind of good friend instead of a total stranger.

"Ivan. Long time no see, it seems that fate wanted us to meet once again, after such a long time!" the words slip from his lips naturally, such as a professional actor's performance. He was, fortunately, very good at hiding his thoughts, and the other Russian was stupid enough thanks to the lobotomy to not notice how fake he was being.

"My majesty! It's been long since I last caught sight of you! Were you not caught by the police?" the man asks, and Fyodor smiles at him. "I handled that. Anyways, mayhaps you'd like to have a seat and chat for a little? I may have come earlier than expected to a certain work meeting." the raven says, lying by omission like it was the most normal thing in the world. As if he was the most normal being in the world. What a blatant lie.

Ivan wasn't behaving that differently. He was just a 'normal' guy who told everyone he had a car accident to avoid questions about the bandages in his head. Like that, who would even think that he is a devoted servant of Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and member of the House of the Rats of the Dead as well.

The euphoric man quickly agrees to have a short conversation for whom he had fallen a while ago, that dangerous and beautiful devil who ordered him around was truly endearing for Ivan. Goncharov shakes his head before his pale blue eyes go back to the ethereal raven, admiring his looks. Eventually, they start a little conversation about books and stuff, considering they were at a library and Dostoyevsky was a little shocked about finding such a special specimen wandering around a place like this. Ivan just seemed like someone who would rather have fun in some creepy way instead of being a nerd. It was rather a nice surprise.

Time seems to stop around them, as Fyodor chats and glares through a book about basic japanese he's already read a handful of times. Who thought that not even Russian itself took him this long to learn. He could memorize a whole deck of cards, why would it be so hard to understand reading and writing in Japanese? He'd have to ask a native some other day. Goncharov seemed to have no problem with it. Or more rather, Ivan didn't have a problem with anything, considering his brain was manipulated by himself.

Dostoyevsky then takes a peek at the hour in his smartphone before quickly getting up. "My meeting is starting soon. We can... You know, meet me some other day if you wish. This is my number." and he writes it fastly in a small post-it he has in his pocket. Well, he had the luck from always carrying unnecessary stuff in his pockets.

Maybe they could arrange a nice hang out like this one. To keep in touch, and maybe see each other more often. Who knows why Dostoyevsky is so happy thinking about it.

680 words.