Cry Wolf: Night Two

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan's a bit disgruntled tonight, but that doesn't stop him from showing off. He's currently decked out in gold jewelry and expensive stones; mostly king-worth rings and a crown that says Ива́н Гро́зный​.]

There was a 3-way tie, so I was forced to roll a dice. Don't make me do that again. [Ivan points towards the poll on the wall.] You have

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[otakuthropy]

W-wait! What's the big idea?

[;A;]

[musthatefrogs]

[You can't feign innocence with this face.

But you can eye people and cock a brow while hulking over them, like the contrast the giant is providing right now.]

[otakuthropy]

[Eep-]

Why would anyone think I'm a wolf?

[otakuthropy]

...For what it's worth, I don't think you're a wolf either.

[musthatefrogs]

The least dangerous, Ivan said.

[He tilts his head, curling his lip.]

I could not see you harming a fly, boy.

[otakuthropy]

Raikov didn't say anything about the least dangerous, did he?

[musthatefrogs]

Are you dangerous?

[Not that Volgin has the time to really spend it navel-gazing over the perspective of danger.

Even if this room and whole game setup promoted navel-gazing.

If he saw tomorrow, he was going to take up that bottle of sake in the AI's pod and do plenty of it.]

[neurotic_insect]

Someone hates you.

[. . . . .]

It wasn't me. I voted for the giant.