☭ один [1] -- TEXT, ACTION

[colonelcrotchgrab]

* * * * * * Attn Students, Co-Workers, Interested Parties: * * * * * *


I am back teaching at your facility. My area of expertise, if you so remember me, will be "Culinary Arts". It carries an emphasis in Russian cooking around the late 19th, early 20th century. If you are not willing to accept the knowledge of my people so generously offered, then you are free to arrange a time and a place between the both of us, using my contact information below:

e-mail: y.volgin@smash.edu
messenger: ybvolgin
office: [Office Location -- it's in the cluster near his class]

I will swiftly mend your erroneous ways.

It is a pleasure.

- Y.B.V.



[[ ACTION // Volgin arrives back home. ]]

[Okay, placeholder here, but all you need to know is Volgin dispatched Katya and trashed the place. She's in the toilet. I'll flower something out in a few.]

Comments

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[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[This was.. partially true]

You've been gone for months. I may not be the same man you knew before.

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[colonelcrotchgrab]

I had been gone for years, and we still fucked like wild animals.

[He dropped another large shard in the bag.]

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[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

...

[Raikov only pursed his lips in response. Touché, Yevgeny.]

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[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Oh, did he know.

Needless to say, Volgin finished, leaving only the large part of the center of the table left and a bit of glass for vacuuming. His tail was quite high, either way, as he gladly began to take the ruined table bits outside, perhaps leaving Ivan to chew on those words.]

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[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[There was no way he was going to let Volgin off the hook that easily.]

Katya, stringshot him when he gets back.

[And he went to vacuum up the glass]