[And in the next hour, Volgin was waiting on things in the oven and was limping over to the formerly revolving bed, feeling well enough to eschew the crutches and inconvenience for a little pain. As stupid an idea as the whole bed concept was, he was glad it was not currently rotating now, and he crawled up on it. Like any other piece of furniture subjected to his mass, it creaked and groaned and sank.
Once that was done, he reached over to nudge Raikov, if his slumber survived the disturbance.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:13 am (UTC)Once that was done, he reached over to nudge Raikov, if his slumber survived the disturbance.]
Vanya.