FISSIONMAILED: Backdated to late August
[After moving near the beginning of August after Volgin had his eye torn out, things had relatively settled in the new apartment. Ivan, begrudgingly, admitted it was theirs and not just his, and Volgin had found a new bed.
Now a few weeks later, Galina was still sharing her bed with Ivan while Volgin lay in the next room over. Raikov saw no issue with it, appreciating his privacy after their occasional roaming of the Nexus together. (Other times they would wander off separately of course, but plenty was spent with one or the other in tow.)
In any case Volgin cooked, Ivan amateurishly cooked (only for himself; Volgin wouldn't touch it), a bit of cleaning was done by both, and Galina happily mopped the floor with her tongue.
And so goes on another day, Ivan at the edge of his seat as he was sucked into a movie full of gratuitous explosions.]
Now a few weeks later, Galina was still sharing her bed with Ivan while Volgin lay in the next room over. Raikov saw no issue with it, appreciating his privacy after their occasional roaming of the Nexus together. (Other times they would wander off separately of course, but plenty was spent with one or the other in tow.)
In any case Volgin cooked, Ivan amateurishly cooked (only for himself; Volgin wouldn't touch it), a bit of cleaning was done by both, and Galina happily mopped the floor with her tongue.
And so goes on another day, Ivan at the edge of his seat as he was sucked into a movie full of gratuitous explosions.]