[Backdated LIKE A BOSS to around the 3rd, or shortly after Raikov left]
The door to TD-25 opened slowly, reluctantly even, as the man walked into the main room, before sitting on the couch. He stared at the ceiling silently, before his Honchkrow flew onto the back of the couch, eyeing him with...concern? If not for the head tilt, it probably wouldn't have been easy to tell.
Giovanni sighed. This wasn't like him...normally he would have immediately grabbed a book, or sat down and watched something on tele...oh wait. No. He only had done that because he had liked to watch movies on it. Hell, he hadn't even had a television until he had moved in with Raikov.
...Was he really gone?
Yes. Yes, he'd watched him until the craft had been out of sight...it felt so strange. No smell of traditional Russian food from the kitchen, no humming of the Soviet anthem, no tiny yellow spider bouncing about causing trouble...
The silence was deafening, and he shook his head. He had to do something, or he would go crazy...
Who could have known he would miss that crazy Russian this much? He chuckled, fiddling with the ring Ivan had given him...
Who would have thought, indeed.
Well, the least he could do was let the school know of his departure.
I regret to announce that Figure Drawing will be canceled for the semester, as Mr. Raikov has returned home.
[He really doesn't feel like saying more than that :/]
Giovanni sighed. This wasn't like him...normally he would have immediately grabbed a book, or sat down and watched something on tele...oh wait. No. He only had done that because he had liked to watch movies on it. Hell, he hadn't even had a television until he had moved in with Raikov.
...Was he really gone?
Yes. Yes, he'd watched him until the craft had been out of sight...it felt so strange. No smell of traditional Russian food from the kitchen, no humming of the Soviet anthem, no tiny yellow spider bouncing about causing trouble...
The silence was deafening, and he shook his head. He had to do something, or he would go crazy...
Who could have known he would miss that crazy Russian this much? He chuckled, fiddling with the ring Ivan had given him...
Who would have thought, indeed.
Well, the least he could do was let the school know of his departure.
I regret to announce that Figure Drawing will be canceled for the semester, as Mr. Raikov has returned home.
[He really doesn't feel like saying more than that :/]