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[[ OOC: I hope this is okay? It did say to just go ahead and jump in, so... I guess if there's a problem, I'll remove my post, but... o.o Also, rusty writing is sooo rusty D:
EDIT: Homm, well, I asked the moderator what I should do, and she said that doubles were fine for now and to just try to go on and tell her if there's a problem. o.o So... yep. ]]
Spin, stop. Spin, stop.
Ivan let the glossy bottle of vodka he'd found dance in his fingers, spinning it on one side of its base against the kitchen table. It didn't really worry him to think that the precious liquid inside might spill if his fingers slipped; he didn't need it to dull any particular grief right now, at least. He wouldn't have said no to cracking someone's head, but at the moment he was filled with an odd sort of happy euphoria, thinking fondly of mornings past when he'd woken to find that Lithuania was already up and happily making breakfast. Even if he didn't care much for breakfast foods, it made him feel as though everything was alright, normal, and that he was cared for.
Dreamily, he let go of the bottle and watched it rock on its base, nearly tipping over before settling again and falling still.