The Joltik can't do your shopping, Raikov.

Nov 30, 2011 00:06

Who: majorcrotchgrab and musthatefrogs
What: A little cheering up is in order.
Where: The magical world of TD-25
When: November 30th, evening.
Warnings: Pending! We never know with these two.

Unceremoniously, the door opened and Volgin stepped inside, balancing several bags of their groceries for... a week at the most. If Raikov were trying to be sensible. A few days was usually the more reasonable estimate for how long they lasted. He set them on the table, ready to swat away Katya if she tried anything.

"Ivan," he called, still checking for the small insect... thing. Pokemon. "I'm back!"

He would have to head right back out soon and prepare supplies for his class at some point. The cold hardly bothered him, but a pall of suspicion hung over them both regarding the murders and now the attempt. People (and animals) had been flocking to the hospital to see Mac. Maybe Volgin owed him a visit; Mac still owed the giant a match, at least.

Volgin was a murderer, but any fool with a good set of eyes would know what his work looked like.

raikov (metal gear), !closed log, volgin (metal gear), !incomplete log

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