FISSIONMAILED: That better be paint and not what I think it is.

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...


...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]

Comments

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[...No.]

That was just revenge--look what you did to my uniform!

[In fact, now that he reminded him he was angry again, and gave Pierre a good kick.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

OW-! [Pain why?]

You can wash it!

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Paint won't wash out, you fool!

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

It's a special paint!

[Why must you constantly think he doesn't think ahead for your ease?]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have to spend another three hours in the clo--huh? What kind of special?

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

The "It's Washable" kinda special!

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah?

Then clean it off with your tongue.

[He holds out his arm.] Come on.

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

I said it was washable. Which means in the laundry, not by me sucking on it.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Well I have something else you can suck on--

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

I walked right into that one didn't I.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Smarmy smile.]

Let's go see if what you claim is true.

[Raikov heads over to the escalator, beckoning Pierre.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

I told it is.