The umbrella, when it rains - Ivan, though he has a bad habit of trying to give Toris a little too much personal space, and so the umbrella sometimes drips on him. The popcorn at the cinema - They hold it on the arm rest between them, and its always salt. But they don’t go to the cinema often, and Toris holds the snacks as he usually sits in Ivan’s lap on the sofa when they watch movies at home. The baby, when it cries - Ivan. He’s really good at lullabies, and the crying distresses Toris so he has a bad habit of stressing the baby out more The ice cream cone, when they share - Toris, as Ivan sometimes grips it a little too hard and shatters the cone. Also Toris likes ice cream more than Ivan The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Ivan, otherwise Toris will keep changing the volume and brightness The basket, when they go shopping - Ivan. Toris holds the list, and bobs about, whilst Ivan reminds him of stuff he forgot. The door, on dates - They’re pretty equal, but Ivan knows it gets on Toris’s nerves if he treats him like he’s more delicate than him (which he did a lot at the start of the relationship) The other’s hand, most often - Ivan used to let Toris initiate it but Toris likes to hold hands anyway, so they hold hands a lot. Otherwise their little fingers are intertwined. Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Ivan, and he started crying happy tears, which started Toris off and they ended up a tearful giggling mess at the altar. The camera, when they take pictures together - Toris has a steadier hand, so Ivan often ducks down with his chin on Toris’s shoulder. Ivan has a habit of kissing Toris’s cheeks in photos and it makes Toris really happy \OwO/
Ivan ducked as another stick was thrown at him, his eyes squinting. He didn’t know why the woman didn’t seem to like him, he just wanted to be friends.
“Stop following me, creature! You need to stay at your home!” Ivan hadn’t understood what she’d said, he had never learned the human language, but she didn’t sound happy. He brushed his hair from his eyes, frowning at it. It was rather dirty, halfway down his back.
He’d braid it later.
He moved a little slower, maybe staying behind a bit would ease her nerves.