FISSIONMAILED: It's not my birthday, asshole

[volginswaifu]

[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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[colonelcrotchgrab]

[The giant's reply was frank:]

Get off my foot.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

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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