o, diplomacy lesson // keep your manners about you

Yuri was out and about on this more mild winter day. He spotted the table and the steaming pot of tea. His daughter´s voice played through the air. She was holding diplomacy lessons. Yuri was not particularly interested in diplomacy. He had developed his own personal style of “diplomacy”. He had seen many styles from different types of leaders and subordinates. He did join Zen granting her wish. ”Greetings, Zenith,” he mewed cordially. ”I will play along with a few theoretical stuff,” he decided. ”While we wait on a few others I am going to pour the tea.” The striped angora slipped over next the tea pot and began to pour himself some of the warm beverage into a dainty cup via the aid of telekinesis.

"Negotiating skills?" Kieran repeated as he approached, ears pricked with curiousity. What'd that even mean? He approached Zenith and Pa, glancing over at Pa as he began pouring out tea with his telekinesis. "Can you pour me one, please, Pa?" he asked with a hopeful smile, looking back at Zenith and twitching his tail, a sign of his excitement. He didn't really have any particularly good negotiating skills, if he had any at all, so this would be pretty good for him. He sat down, anticipating when Zenith would begin the lesson.

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur wondered about Zenith’s call for a lesson. He liked diplomacy since it was kinda like a game where you hide some facts and revealed them for advantage. He really liked masking things, including and especially himself. Though, maybe his daughter had a more honest and less treacherous approach. The bionic serval appeared with a flash of light to take a seat at the table, His eyes flickered to Kieran when he spoke to Yuri and he chimed in, too,”Yeah, me too, Yuri, please?”

”And howdy, Zen and Kier! I’ve never actually been to a lesson on diplomacy specifically…but I have been to drowning lessons of all things…” he muttered in a light, half-amused tone.

★ ★ ★ the young plush couldn't really speak, so it was real tough to negotiate anything. but he was interested, just in case he learned to talk, that he would be able to use these skills. perking up his plushy ears, builderbear walked over, quickly taking a seat, a smile on his sown face.

Speech.

”Sure, son,” a cool voice responded to Kieran’s request and Yuri began to set out a second cup and fill it halfway with tea. Then he heard Frightfur’s voice behind his back request some tea too immediately after he finished pouring the second cup. The angora twisted his head back to look. ”Sure, dear,” he droned, this time with slight petty annoyance. He began pouring another cup. As he poured with his telekinesis he wondered what idiot had hosted the drowning lesson that Fright claimed to have attended. That type of event sounded purely stupid.

The tabby noticed Builderbear when he had turned his head and to be polite he poured a fourth cup of tea for the plushie pup even if the beverage would probably go untouched. The stitched shut mouth of the light chocolate coloured canine was still a bit eerie and it made Yuri wonder how the guy ate. Eating was a fairly important activity to Yuri. He poured one last cup.

Finally, the commander picked up all five cups of tea via telekinesis and floated them over to their possessor’s sides to gently set them down in front of each creature attending the lesson. He kept his own cup levitating in front of himself and he moved to seat himself in the crowd near to Kieran. ”There. If you want more, get your own. I would say we are all settled in now.” He directed his last comment to his daughter, Zenith.

The tome would come over and sit back to watch the others. He wasn't one to negotiate. At least not well. So, he was here to watch and hopefully learn.

thinking | "speaking"

IF YOUR SEXY THEN FLAUNT IT —

*:･ﾟ✦ /retro to main coon body!

”Thank you~” he sang sarcastically to Yuri as he was given his own, freshly poured cup of tea. As Zenith began to explain to name of the game, the servaline licked his lips provocatively at the sight of all the sweets. He would have them all, of course, it he could just get his paws on them.

He turned to Builderbear and smiled and waved. ”Okay, we’re a team, Patches!” he said to the adborable plushie mutt. Now, he turned back to the others and leaned forward to lap at his tea, wiggling his sexy blue eyebrows,”Alright, Zenith—hand over the cookies and dough. Yuri, Kieran, give up the soda, too. Please!” And nobody gets hurt…

Yuri was surprised to learn this wasn’t theory and scenarios but a hands-on learning activity. Yuri was sided with Kieran and they possessed sugary soda, weird books he’d never heard of, and teas. The other duo, Frightfur and Builderbear, possessed the cupcakes, extra-large gummy bear, and books. Zenith represented her own team and had cookies and cookie dough. Yuri was not gravitating towards anything in particular. He examined the teas to see if he wanted them. Earl grey and oolong. The books he flipped through and decided he wasn’t into the fantasy genre. Too wordy and long winded. Yuri didn’t bother looking at the soda, but he would make sure to shake it before offering it as a trade.

The father glanced to his son Kieran. He had no attraction to anything beside the teas which were at least decently useful to him – everything else he personally considered rubbish. He was on a team and with his son, so he’d see what the boy wanted to do. ”What is your end goal Kieran? Let us decide what we want and then we’ll begin.” Yuri glanced up to Frightfur when he demanded their soda. Yuri grabbed it and began to shake the carbonated beverage. ”Still want it?” He asked of Frightfur.

To Zen, the angora replied, ”I don’t particular care for the books. Give us the cookie dough and you can have the ‘Games of Thrones’ books.” He glanced back to the covers of the series. Yuri guessed that Kier would want the cookie dough instead of books.