FISSIONMAILED: It's not my birthday, asshole

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[Ivan had taken today to sleep in. Curled up in his and Volgin's massive bed, barely noticeable under the lumps of sheets if not for that silvery-blonde head peeking out as a dead give away.]

[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]

[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]

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[Since Raikov had said nothing, Volgin had already sprung off the bed to take care of the oven. What was surprising was that his significant other had joined him, and beaten him to turning it off.

However, Volgin still needed to look at it, which soon enough he joined Raikov and brushed him aside to better crack it open and...

... it was faring okay. It looked ready to be taken out, which he reached over for an oven mitt and limped over with the tray to set it aside. The ends looked a little brown, but other than that, passable.

Most of his food had been really just "passable" these days. Something seemed off, like something was missing. Volgin glanced over at Raikov again, cocking a brow.]

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[Ivan did have to wonder why Volgin had insisted dashing after him even though he was going to save him the trouble of doing just that...]

[Too distracted by the smell of food fresh out of the oven, Ivan was busy hovering above the tray and letting his mouth water--Volgin's look to him went unnoticed.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Unlike some other residents of the Nexus, Volgin was not a psychic. He was letting Raikov savor the sight and smell of the dessert varenyky while he considered the former birthday pie. It was now cool, and luckily, for all of the mercies there were in the world, Volgin was spared further embarrassment with not having carved a birthday wish on its crust. It was the first time in all his fifty-something years of existing on the living, breathing plane that he actually wanted to articulate an honest wish of good will towards another human being for the sake of sentimental business; he better make it count.

So, he took a knife and delicately began etching something anyway, the Cyrillic letters rough and crude:

"For better days, long as they are now, but still as sweet as before."

Finishing, barely fitting it all in, the giant surveyed his writing. Good enough.]

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[Savouring the sight and smell? Oh no, Ivan very soon was eating them. Plucking them up by the ends and tossing them into his hungry mouth.]

Mmm, delicious~!

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Suppose that was the bare minimum of what Volgin could ask of Raikov then. Forcing a smile and having no need to ask any further opinion of him, he left the younger man to enjoy the fruits of his labors, gathering his crutches and then retiring to the bedroom to resume his spot on the bed. It had been a long morning of misplaced intentions. Might as well spend the afternoon unconscious like a normal retiree with his first-world petty problems.

Next week he should be well enough for the splint to come off. There was always that.]

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Hm? [He turned around, cheeks stuffed with food not unlike a hamster or squirrel's.]

Where're you going? [He takes a moment to actually chew and swallow before shoveling more varenyky into his mouth.]

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[The giant's reply was frank:]

Get off my foot.

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But what about the food?

[Not that he minded eating it all himself. Ivan take a look at the pie, about to cut into it when he noticed the lettering.] Hm...?

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