Ivan buys the [reader] a shot of their choice.

//thinking about doing another random Ivan fact thread. Anyone want that? I'm so bored rn...

Absently flicks away cigarette butt and reaches to light another. Hands shaking, nightmare still gnawing at the corners of his mind. Crack of a match, bloom of flame, glow of ember, wisp of smoke.

Ivan jumped a foot, clearly on edge as he whipped his gaze away from the door to look at her. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he schooled his features enough to smile politely, "hello... uh, bonjour. Um, Parlez-vous anglais? Mon français est un peu rouillé."

"Ah... do you happen to have a back door out of here? I'm trying to... avoid someone." He asked, keeping out of the window's view as he inched away from the door, "Or... a place I could hide for a bit at the very least?"

Ivan hummed a low thoughtful sound, eyes darting to the door nervously, "Hiding sounds like a better plan. I don't want to get cornered again."

Ivan ducked gratefully into the room, pulling his coat tighter around himself as if he were cold. It was a coldness that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with fear. "Anyone that doesn't look human." What a peculiar thing to say. Yet he spoke seriously.

//will start doing this sometime this weekend or beginning or next week. You guys need random Ivan facts!

"Thank you again. You are truly a life saver." Ivan murmured softly as he settled in, sitting awkwardly, like he planned to run a moment's notice. He remained there, waiting for a few hours until he could no longer sense those that hunted him then he slowly emerged from the room

"Nah. I was too keyed up to nap." Ivan replied, smiling gently as he stepped carefully over a swept up pile, "Uh... no thank you. I shouldn't bother you anymore. I've taken up enough of your time as is."

"Alright... I suppose one glass wouldn't hurt." Ivan murmured softly, relaxing minutely from his tensed posture once he didn't sense any threats, "oh? Like me?"

The empath is startled by her words. Few could tell what his gift could do, let alone feel it. "Not really your thoughts, just your emotions. I'm an empath. I was reaching out to see if there were anymore threats in the area." He admitted plainly, swirling the wine in his glass.

Ivan took a sip from his glass, running a hand through his hair and nodding, "I don't sense anything that would be a threat. Nonhuman emotions come through as static and I'm not sensing the beings that were after me." He looked immensely tired as he said it, tired of running.

//I promise I'm here. I'm just very very busy!

The empath walked down the street in a pair of black ripped jeans and cropped Metallica t-shirt, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes despite the fact that it was night time.

//I promise I'm still alive. Just been writing more fanfiction than RPs...