
Ic;; Yao had settled into the chair presented to him before returning to his meal. He removed ivans coat and hung it on the back of his chair, a napkin laid across his lap, and one close to his plate. Yao glanced up at ivan when the question arose, picking up he closer napkin and gently dabbing his lips before bringing his head up finally.
"Ivan." He said firmly, after a moment of antagonizing silence. But even still, he paused again. "Ivan..this is business..just business, aru" but even as he said that, it should more like he was trying to convince himself. Yao opened his mouth to say something, but before he could a feeling built up in his chest that came out in a skipping breath.
Gripping his napkin in a fist, yao looked down, squeezing shut his dimming amber eyes. "Ivan..HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, ARU?!" he demaned, and a rare sight revealed itself. Yao began to cry. His small frame trembled with many emotions- rage, confusion, heartbreak but yet it was still somehow out of a sense of love. [align=center]
[align=center]Ooc;;