☭o30|Close your eyes

[moskva_prince]

His door is slightly ajar a small sliver of light creeps across the darkened room of the Russian capital. He sits silently at the small table nearest the window. A half of bottle of vodka on the table along with an empty shot glass, six sliver bullets litter the table, as an ominous click rings about the room. Slouching in his seat, he spins the

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[newsiberia]

[ practically sashaying into the room in that exaggerated way of hers. ]

Isn't this a sight~?

[moskva_prince]

Isn't what a sight...it is nearly pitch black in here.

[newsiberia]

It's a natural, animal instinct of mine.

[moskva_prince]

A very strange instinct if you will; I didn't know you were that primitive.

[newsiberia]

To survive, yes.

[moskva_prince]

{He doesn't answer her; all he does is take a sip from the bottle. A soft groan escapes him.}

[newsiberia]

Eun.

You don't look very happy. [ stating the obvious. ]

[moskva_prince]

No, I am not happy, but it doesn't concern you So don't try to pry.

[newsiberia]

Did you mistake me for someone who cares?

[moskva_prince]

Nyet, just someone who is nosy.

[newsiberia]

Sorry to disappoint you, then.

[moskva_prince]

It doesn't matter to me anymore. {he sighs, taking another swig of vodka.}

[newsiberia]

What terrible liar you are, eun.

[moskva_prince]

{Raising a single brow, he frowns.}
And why do you say that?

[newsiberia]

A liar shouldn't let his face contradict his words. It defeats the purpose, don't you think?

[moskva_prince]

I agree, but I am not lying.