HALF A MONTH EARLY...

[cagastric]

Really?

[ he takes a drag, slowly, and holds it until he speaks again. ]

You are making mistake. Without job, what can be done?

[ shaking his head, nikolai taps some ash from the cigarette. ]

Bad idea. You should go back, now.

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[cagastric]

There is place — without vor. What will I do there?

[ he shrugs. ] Nothing, is what I tell her.

HALLO FLOWER OF MY EY-- I mean *cough* Hi, Nikolai.

[bornvor]

In similar place now. But crazy shit happens there, fucking fairy tale stuff with monsters.

[And he won't admit that he's happy that there are no vor there, besides Nikolai that is. Not being under his father's heel is a nice change.]

But you resourceful, Nikolai. [And he'll grin.] Must be plenty of lazy fat bitches to drive round, yeah?

lol hi kirill.

[cagastric]

You stay safe there, Kirill?

Yeah. It will be... experience.

[ there aren't any cars there, but he doesn't have to know that yet! ]

:)

[bornvor]

"Safe", yeah. So far so good.

[Or that was the saying.]

They make you strong or something, be good for you.

[cagastric]

Good.

[ a touch on the shoulder that might be a slap of encouragement. it's hard to tell, with nikolai. ]

Stronger, yeah? You, too. Having experiences? [ he smirks. ]

[bornvor]

[Any touch from Nikolai is encouragement for Kirill. Encouragement for those feelings he shouldn't have, or encouragement for being a goddamn man about things. Either way.]

You know what experiences I'm having here? No fucking good bars, kolya. Have to sniff round for drink like a damn dog here. [He's miserable man. There is like no booze in this place. It's terrible, Nikolai. Terrible.]

[cagastric]

[ sorry, Kirill, Nikolai laughs. it's more of a little chuckle than anything, and he stops quickly. ] You do what you can, yeah?

Or make other me find one for you. [ no sympathy for himself. ]

[bornvor]

[He'll snort.]

The you with me, he had some ready for me when I got there. Just in case. You that good, Nikolai. Fucking boy scout shit there. [Kirill nudges his shoulder, chuckling.]

Get you badge if I had one. Or medal or something.

[cagastric]

[ of course he did. Nikolai ashes his cigarette, since it's been burning for so long, and then stubs it out against the... convenient wall. ]

He is good help. [ he lets Kirill nudge his shoulder, smiling easily. ] Don't need badge, Kirill. Already have medals.

[ there's a sarcastic tilt to the last word; he means his stars. ]