Entrance Hall

@♝ Lil' Missy Um, well. It's painfully obvious now, the bulge rubbing up against him, that the person wrapped around him is evidently /not/ a female. The realisation that dawns on him is one that he isn't sure he can entirely welcome; he doesn't know what to do with this piece of information. But, again, it isn't like his brain is given time to process this as he's showered with kisses. The show of affection is something he's familiar with but not like this, not this abrupt, and not to this extent. He has fans, of course, but most of them ask for photos and engage in small talk; they're much too shy to reach out for more. Yuri has to give it to him for being bold. He isn't as bothered by this as he thought he'd initially be, and when the kisses stop, he turns to give him an endearing smile. "Hi, Misha. I'm Yuri." Arm still curled securely around the smaller male's waist, he takes in his features from up close. There's a vague thought in the back of his mind on whether he should ask for Misha's age or not, but like the thought on Misha's , it's chucked into the back of his mind for him to contemplate on later. He's pretty though. /Very/ pretty. "Hello Robert," he greets the turtle as each of them are being introduced, though he halts when the word 'idiot' pops up in his sentence and looks up to see a distant figure looming over them from above. Ah. He must have been the man he had been emailing for the past two months or so, the one who gradually convinced him that spending money for this trip is, essentially, worth it. The man retreated into the shadows a little too soon for him to give a word of thanks. So, he turns to Misha. Misha reminds him of his little sister back at home, the only person in his whole family that he truly loved and adored. "So, are you going to by my tour guide here?"

@Jo Gunhyung Misha instantly wrapped his slender legs around the man's waist, locking his feet behind Yuri's back. One arm hugging the other, pulling himself close, it was but a mere turtle squished between them. The rather intimate position Misha found himself in didn't have even a trace of a ual advance. His eyes were shining brightly, his pink-ish lips immediately swooping in to smooch the man on the cheek several times. He was down-right ecstatic and the frequency of his kisses on the cheek were representative of that. After about six of them he had calmed down a little and pulled away to gaze into Yuri's deep, ridiculously beautiful eyes, his own currently as large and shiny as those of shoujo mangas' girls' eyes. Mishka, the nightmare of his parents, the horror of his family's reputation, had been reduced to a young fangirl(?) child staring at their favourite idol for the very first time. He felt like he'd been reborn. Where had all the beauty in this world been? It had all been concentrated into the striking creature before him! Misha wanted to coddle him, nurture him, keep him absolutely perfect like a Kenn doll. Not that he was planning to imprison him or something and actually keep him like a doll... he wasn't smart enough to think of something like that. Instead, he just giggled stupidly and smiled. "M-my name is Misha!" Why was he nervous. Why the was he nervous? His gaze flickered to one of his bodyguards up at the balcony, his cheeks flushing oh-so-slightly. He looked back at Yuri, a dimple showing on one side of his cheek. Ah- Whatever. Misha nuzzled closer, resting the side of his head on the man's shoulder, looking up at him from there. "This is my turtle Robert! And the idiot on the balcony is the owner of the place.", he introduced everyone in a cheery tone, Robert squirming in his arms and seemingly desiring to climb onto Yuri. Said idiot on the balcony was seriously contemplating bashing his head against the railing. Instead, he turned away and facepalmed. Hard. 'What a headache. What a ing headache.', was probably what he was thinking. He rarely thought anything else when it came to Misha. The owner just glanced at the two of them, gave the new guest a polite, yet distant greeting and made up some excuse about needing to retire early.

@♝ Lil' Missy Perhaps it's his fault, but the mansion, or rather, the castle, is astonishingly large and placed in the most beautiful scenic views he's ever seen, unlike what he had first pictured in his mind. It's either due to his laziness to actually look into it or his lack of interest - his fascination had been placed on the enticing prospect of being able to sleep with as many males as he'd like for the whole duration of his stay, after all - or perhaps it was both. Well, it's not like it mattered a whole lot; if anything it only added to the grandeur of this whole escapade and it cemented his belief that this really isn't a dream, and that he should at least recommend it to his other... interested colleagues. He had come alone. Taking another person with him would be risky, especially with how things are with his family. Not that he's sorry that he's doing this behind their back. He's about to make his way into the grand entrance when suddenly a small figure collides into him, the second unexpected occurrence for the day because one, it was a /girl/, two, she was carrying a ing /turtle/ and three, she looks like a kid. Or is it a 'she' at all, he really doesn't know because he feels something against his leg but there isn't time for him to draw a conclusion so - a startled grunt is the only thing that leaves him for now, an arm instinctively wrapping around the small person's waist as he's knocked a few steps backwards. "Woah there." And a small laugh. "Thanks, sweetheart." He's about to start saying something else when he notices a few men trailing after them, a little confused but he does offer a polite smile. "I didn't know a welcoming party was included in the package. What an honour."

@Jo Gunhyung Misha was smiling from ear to ear, his cheeks flushed with excitement and eyes sparkling. An uncharacteristically pleasant, bell-like laugh spilled past his plush lips as he sped towards the balcony overlooking the entrance hall. In his arms, clutched to his chest he held a turtle who seemed very used to being held like a teddy bear. His long, curly silver hair flew behind him, the edges of his white skirt flying up with every bouncy step he took. Hot on his trail was a muscular, flustered-looking guard all in black and behind /him/ was the owner of the castle, frantically begging for Misha to 'please stop'. Just 15, the half-Russian, half-Japanese was well ahead of his pursuers. He wasn't trying to run away or anything, he was just messing with the owner... and he'd gotten news of someone's arrival. Someone special. Once upon a time, his personal maid had taken a business trip to Korea and in one of her selfies had been a man named Jo Gu-- whatever, Misha couldn't remember. Anyways, fascinated by his photogenic being, Misha had ordered for pictures of the young man to be delivered to him once a week. Back in St. Petersburg he had a collage of him on his wall, which is not creepy at all of course. Misha had never tried to approach the other, he wasn't interested in that, and didn't look into anything about the other. He had just wanted pictures, no information. Anyways (again), Jo Gun-- whatever had come to the castle!!!! Giggling in glee, he hopped onto the railing and promptly jumped off, turtle in arm, heart pounding in happiness. Right into said man's arms- or at least that was the plan. Who knew if the other would side-step and let him crash into the polished marble floor. "Welcome to the castle!!!", he called out in his girly voice, skirt flying up to reveal pink lace and a bulge that was not associated with the female gender. Behind him, the owner was freaking out, ordering about whomever he could to somehow catch Mishka before he broke something and Misha's father sent assassins after him.