NonCanon: Moving

[volginswaifu]

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

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[musthatefrogs]

[There was a low grunt from that couch.

Although normally Volgin was out and about, today, he was sprawled across the battered piece of furniture, his thick limbs tucked against his body. If Raikov walked close enough, he might have sensed a lingering miasma from the unsteady electricity around the man; he seemed to glow in his illness.

His single eye was dull, lacking the spark and power that normally characterized the old Soviet monster. He had winced from the voice despite his dulled senses, replying rather dryly:]

... You picked a bad day for it.

[volginswaifu]

[The young Soviet blinked, walking over to the touch and resting a hand on the arm rest.]

Oh come on, walk it off! I'm all motivated~

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin curled his lip, bristling against the rubber mat over the rank material of the couch as he plumbed at it for warmth.]

This isn't the case.

Get me a damn blanket.

[Although that had a risk of igniting.]

[volginswaifu]

Stop being such a baby. Once we're done moving you can sleep!

[He grabbed Volgin's arm, attempting to tug him off the couch.]

[musthatefrogs]

[It was a strain to keep his electricity in check, as his body's strength was completely sapped, but Raikov narrowly avoided becoming a crisp. Volgin's large arm and its proud bulk were dead weight against the bare bones he felt like.

The large arm, for the most part, was limp, if Raikov was able to make off with it. He would not be taking the rest of the older man no matter how much he tried, and Volgin was terribly thankful for that.]

You forget who takes care of you... when you're unwell.

[volginswaifu]

You're not sick. You just overslept.

[Ivan continued to ignore the obvious, instead concentrating on what he wanted to get done.

He dropped Volgin's arm.]

Just get up and you'll feel fine!

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin groaned. Not many things could keep the man down, but today, whatever was festering inside of him irritatingly had the upper hand. Still, confident in his fortitude, he tried to pull his weary self up.

He puffed a long breath, readying himself with a small countdown, before slowly rolling his weakened body into a sit.

His head swam. He lingered there, heavy on his rear. His eye focused on the silver-haired Soviet nagging so relentlessly at him. Almost, almost, he decided not to care about anything else and head right back down into his little comfortable fetal curl.]

We could stay one more day.

[A mutter:]

If I were younger...

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan watches him, arms crossed and toe-tapping impatiently. When he's finally sitting, he takes a more action-orientated stance.]

You're the one who wants a bed, right? Come on!

[In all honesty, he really is being more relentless to try and motivate.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin's tone drifted:]

That would be nice.

[He just wanted to leave the electricity on, which took no effort whatsoever on his part, and not care.]

[volginswaifu]

Then get up~ [He smiles, voice flirtatious.]

[musthatefrogs]

It's becoming a point of debate...

[Still, Volgin tried, although the attempt was painfully laborious: his whole body felt like dead weight, nevermind the pain infesting his joints and the twisting cauldron of his gut and...

Hn, somehow, he was on his feet again.]

Ivan, this isn't a great idea.

[volginswaifu]

[He patted Volgin on the rear and squeezed playfully.]

Listen, we'll check out the new apartment and only move what's not already there, okay~?

[Most apartments usually had the essential appliances and a bed, at the very least.]

[musthatefrogs]

[A low grunt. Volgin would have liked to have appreciated that squeeze, but he felt his stomach turn instead; he really did not want to be touched at all, even by Ivan's pale beautiful hand. In his illness, his skin had taken on something of a very uncharacteristic tenderness.]

... I'll move to the new bed.

[That would make this whole effort worth it.]

[volginswaifu]

Sure, whatever. But if there's only one bed you better move mine over there.

[He furrowed a brow at Volgin's lack of response to his touch, but continued on.]

Come on, let's go find a new room.

[musthatefrogs]

The bed better fit me.

[And if not, Volgin was going to be tightly curled up into it anyway, so preemptively, he snatched his rubber mats from the couch and pulled them along, fantasizing about finally having a comfortable bed of his own.]

[volginswaifu]

Yeah, yeah. That's why we're looking together.

[Ivan whistled for Galina, and she sprinted after the two as they left the apartment.]

[Naturally, the best floor to start looking on was the one they were already at, and so Ivan walked straight ahead and opened the door across from them.]

[Suspiciously empty...]