Cry Wolf: Day Two

[volginswaifu]

[That familiar large TV flicks on to reveal a long table filled to the brim with fancy dishes, silverware, decorations, but not a single person in sight. Well, except for Ivan. He's currently gorging himself on some kind of meat and rice dish. After a few seconds of him eating, the Soviet swallows and wipes his face with an embroidered napkin,

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[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin's tone is flat:]

The old bastard was asking for it, whoever he was.

[neurotic_insect]

You probably know him better as Naked Snake.

[He had his hands on his hips, tapping on hip agitatedly.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin's expression shifted.]

Naked... Snake? The American dog that...

[Grappled him and threw him around without a hitch? Humiliated him? Destroyed an impenetrable weapon? Devastated the Cobras? Served as a staggering thorn in his side?

Well. That explained the old bastard's nerve. The giant's face darkened. His knuckles were white.]

If I had known before...

[neurotic_insect]

Stubborn bastard was probably on to something. The wolves knew who to hit.

[Looking out over the rest of the assorted group.]

Who do think ought to leave next?

[musthatefrogs]

What no better target than that...?

[Volgin's softly chuckles, before his gaze turned feral, snapping in Mantis' direction:]

I have my suspicions.

... What of you?

[neurotic_insect]

So do I.

[Glancing at Volgin.]

We can dismiss Ocelot. I'm almost completely certain he's a sheep.

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin rose a brow, and leaned in:]

About Ocelot.

[He narrowed his eye. His expression did not fall into that usual smirk.

He motioned to a far corner.]

We need to talk about that boy.