Thinking about it.

[musthatefrogs]

[The old Russian does not stink of the Underworld this time, his lip curled as he surveys the damned school with a cold skim (familiarity covered everything else the eye did not). He has to be amazed at himself, at his ability to navigate through ... everything. That was what trundling up and down Possibility and What Is There is like. The Devil

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[badasscopters]

Awh, hey~. Look what the cat drug in.

[Woah what the hell when did Goose get right behind him what.]

YAYAYAYAYAYY IT IS ME <3

[musthatefrogs]

[And Goose was inches away from a large fist colliding with his face. The slight associations he had with the man kept his head on his shoulders; for a dead corpse walking, he still had some strength to him and a good turn left in his heel.

After the large arm swoops over that familiar hairstyle, Volgin lowers his arm, puffing, now facing him fully.]

You have no idea.

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[badasscopters]

[The pilot did admittedly flinch, but he wasn't exactly surprised by that reaction. He tended to get similar reactions from time-to-time. Maybe. Sort of.

Sniff sniff.]

... Probably not. You smell like death or something. What happened, huh? Your man got all sad and shit. Made me sad and shit.

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[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin had to frown at this, heavy authentic sorrow weighing his dead shoulders down.]

... I've been around.

[A sad rumble sounded from his chest.]

Is Ivan alright?

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[badasscopters]

It looks like he's... managing, but when you left, y'know...

[A look of pure sympathy and relation came onto his face.]

Can't say I blame him. I'd be the same. [You know, if Surge went out to war. Especially if something happened to him.]