NonCanon: Snapped

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan leaned in close to the mirror, eyeballing the cut across his face. He ran a gloved finger over it with a frown, noting that it yes, it had re-closed since its re-opening from his borrowed electric powers

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[musthatefrogs]

[Lazy was a matter of perception.

Volgin had much of this floor charted out... mentally. He at least knew what was behind every door of their hallway. Moving day had come and gone, and they had hardly moved at all.

Today, the giant had arrived back to the roost first, and was helping himself to the long-standing puzzle of "How The Hell Is This Place Receiving Outside Transmissions?" The content of these transmissions was another matter in itself, but still, Volgin reflexively snapped the channel from the droll Western he had been formerly digging himself into at Raikov's arrival.

And his disdain.

At this, he rose a brow, his tone flat.]

Is that all you see me as nowadays?

[volginswaifu]

Well what else do you do but laze around?

[His anger had to be taken out on someone. It wasn't even a conscious effort to take it out on Volgin; he was simply the only one left.]

I miss the Colonel! The one who would strike fear into some pathetic sap. You know...

[Ivan pauses, speaking very clearly to make an impact:] The man who I fell in love with.

[musthatefrogs]

[That brow became furrowed, as Volgin slowly rose to his feet. The commercial banter from the TV no longer existed.

He made slow strides to his mouthy lover.]

What are you implying?

[volginswiafu]

That you need to shape up. [A sort of cruel matter-of-fact tone.]

[Ivan crosses his arms, not budging as he's approached.]