[NON-CANON FISSION MAILED] Cat food

[musthatefrogs]

Today had been nothing out of the ordinary.

Volgin had taken to his life on the couch, his newfound home and bed and lover and mother, smoking and possibly nibbling on something, drowning out his sorrows and loss in the glare of high definition. Galina might have strolled on by, Volgin might have absentmindedly stroked her back or scratched her

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[volginswaifu]

[Guess who went shopping! Ivan did, and he came back pushing a goddamn grocery cart full of food through the front door.]

Volgin! Get off your lazy ass and put these away!

[He pushed the cart towards the couch, it coming to a crashing halt as it hit the arm rest (and Volgin was no-so-pleasantly sprinkled with boxes of cereal).]

You're going to get fat.

[musthatefrogs]

[Raikov knew his way around the place, and no doubt he would know where to restock on supplies, thus leaving him with the task of grocery shopping. The giant was up and off his ass anyway, if to give the other man's haul a look.

Then, he cocked a brow at his... other lover.]

It's "Yevgeny".

[Coolly, he grabbed a plastic container of crackers on a clear tray before resuming his seat on the couch.

As an afterthought, he added while pulling the packaging open:]

And, that is the least of my concerns.

[volginswaifu]

[He stood there expectantly until it dawned on him that Volgin wasn't going to do what he told him.]

Hey, I got the food, you put it away!

[Ivan snatched the crackers out of Volgin's hands.]

That's the deal, tubby. [He poked his stomach.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin narrowed his eye rather dangerously, trailing it up from the finger to Raikov's attempt at authority.]

You're playing with fire, boy.

[ When did a subordinate think he could command the likes of him?

... Regardless of whose apartment it was.

... Old habits died hard.

But he was taking his opened crackers back and having a mouthful of them. Crumbs fell from his chin and littered his (terrible, ubiquitous) turtleneck, his trousers, and the floor. And he made sure Raikov heard it.]

You think you can command the likes of me?

[He flung even more crumbs at the silver-haired Soviet as he barked back, towering over him and looking all the way down.]

[volginswaifu]

It's my apartment, and you don't even help except when I'm crippled!

[Ivan nearly turned red as Volgin made a mess with the crackers.]

You're making a mess! [He took the crackers back again, undaunted by Volgin's attempt to, well, daunt him.]

I just had carry a shopping cart up three flights of stairs, the least you can do is put the food away before you shove your fat face with it!