NonCanon: Moving

[volginswaifu]

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

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[musthatefrogs]

[There was a low grunt from that couch.

Although normally Volgin was out and about, today, he was sprawled across the battered piece of furniture, his thick limbs tucked against his body. If Raikov walked close enough, he might have sensed a lingering miasma from the unsteady electricity around the man; he seemed to glow in his illness.

His single eye was dull, lacking the spark and power that normally characterized the old Soviet monster. He had winced from the voice despite his dulled senses, replying rather dryly:]

... You picked a bad day for it.

[volginswaifu]

[The young Soviet blinked, walking over to the touch and resting a hand on the arm rest.]

Oh come on, walk it off! I'm all motivated~

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin curled his lip, bristling against the rubber mat over the rank material of the couch as he plumbed at it for warmth.]

This isn't the case.

Get me a damn blanket.

[Although that had a risk of igniting.]

[volginswaifu]

Stop being such a baby. Once we're done moving you can sleep!

[He grabbed Volgin's arm, attempting to tug him off the couch.]