butterfly boy, ivan

^{Honeysuckle was a relatively popular place in the Asphodel District, although Ivan couldn’t really say he’d been there many times. The main reason, really, being that he only tended to remember it in the evening, and it was usually packed for some reason or other that he had yet to decipher, and that simply lowered his eagerness to actually set foot into the place. During the mornings and afternoons, though, the café was a relatively quiet and peaceful place, which was why he supposed he was meeting Damon there now. He caught sight of the light-haired man already seated, and made his way to him. Upon reaching him, Ivan abruptly received news that he was “late”. "Oh, really?" He blinked, thinly veiled surprise evident, and upon opening his eyes, his gaze flickered away to settle upon the clock, then back again. Hmm. He could have sworn he'd gotten the time right, although apparently according to Damon, this was not the case. ”My apologies. In that case, I hope you weren’t waiting long?” Well, he supposed the other man’s smile was an indicator of his lack of malice, and hence that he hadn’t been waiting long, but it was still polite to say in any case. After the barest hint of hesitation, Ivan reached out to pull out the chair opposite of his companion, and took a seat, folding his fingers together on top of the table as he did so.}