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das_vedanya in lolocracy

My Secretary, Your Assistant

Aug 18, 2010 16:10

WHO: Roma and Ivan
WHEN: Wednesday August 18th, Late Afternoon
WHERE: Ivan's Office
WHAT: Roma goes to investigate Raivis's other area of employment... while Ivan is there.

( I can't think of a witty phrase for this LJ-Cut~ )

you have some 'splainin' to do, status: incomplete, badtouching, guy can't keep it in his pants, ancient rome, fuck my life, i'm too old for this shit, i'm such a fucking dick magnet, first times are always good times, be a man! do the right thing!, and how does that make you feel?, they know where you live, in soviet russia community posts you!, my job sucks, history won't repeat this shit, is that a rocket in your pocket?, parental advisory, bitch just got stalked, my job rocks, awkwardness: i has it, oh god what just happened?!, i don't get paid enough for this shit, kolkolkolkolkol, who are you?!, creepers gonna creep, this is my safety square!, it's a "surprise", what is this madness!?, ur vital regions r mine, come on guys - let's get aggressive!, you just went there, what are personal boundaries?, frankly my dear- i don't give a damn, playing doctor, this is an intervention, cooperate or i will cut you, now just lie back and relaaaaaax, russia, funtimes in realtime

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sorry a bit brain dead bleh :P foxy_avus August 20 2010, 01:53:36 UTC

Roma had his staff dig up as much information on Mr. Galante's other employer, after all a don must be familiar with all those he works with and everyone they are connected to, but never had the time to look through it. Truthfully, he wasn't really interested. But with the recent increase of his paranoia due to attacks from his own mafioso, men and women he trained, trusted, and watched over, Roma was not about to take any chances ( ... )

I know just the feeling "orz das_vedanya August 20 2010, 05:12:38 UTC

His brows furrowed at the sound of the unsolicited guest tracking his noiseless footprints into his carpet. Ivan's fingers flexed at the knuckles into a fist, and his purple eyes befell upon and examined the strange man standing so taboo in his vision when there should be nothing there but the light patterning his drawn curtains. It was a strangely familiar face, like a ghost or trace of someone he'd seen passing a crosswalk, but not one he could put a name to ( ... )

foxy_avus August 20 2010, 06:46:11 UTC

Roma couldn't remember another time in which he thought the doctor was a bigger prize than the secretary but ( ... )

das_vedanya August 20 2010, 23:03:47 UTC

Now this piqued his interest. His eyelids parted light-speed fast, his pupils already directed at this man who was slowly but surely becoming more familiar. He didn't move, but stayed picturesque in the therapist's chair with the other man hijacking his chair and his predominance. Now he was a face Ivan could put a name to.

"My Nonno - Grandpapa, he came back after a long time away and kind of forced himself into me and mio fratello's lives. I don't want to break his heart but I don't wanna be involved with him, ve..."

"Roma Vargas," he hissed out the last word, as it fell against a row of aligned teeth and a smiling curvature of his lips - only the smile wasn't warm or even faked to look as such, but full of a frost only Ivan and Siberia could offer. "I think the Americans say, 'Your reputation precedes you'," his smile faded, his fingernails dug into the leather.

"This works out well. I, too, have been wanting to meet my secretary's other employer."