01. ( voice )

[sunflowersunday]

[ For a moment, there's only the sound of someone fiddling with a found terminal. A few may recognize the childish voice with the heavy Russian accent muttering to himself and humming happily in interest. ]

Hmmmm! Is this...

[ He cautiously (and audibly) presses a few keys that do absolutely nothing. Still, whoever is doing this seems pretty

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[turn4bout]

SN1FF 3M OUT

[turn4bout]

[ Multiple ways to make an entrance, eh? This will be a beautiful topic of sharing and learning for the two, I believe. ]

I'm skillful like that.

[ For emphasis, she leans in close and sniiiiiiiffs. ]

A weird sharpness. Snow, steel... Ironworks? Lots and lots of industry going on there. And soot.

Your smile's delicious, though.

[ GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN. ]

[sunflowersunday]

[ If you expected him to be uncomfortable, he's not. He can appreciate a creeper. He just stands and smiles. It helps that he probably towers over her. ]

Correct. What a skill indeed! I believe that "sharpness" you are smelling is vodka.

[ Oh wow what is that compliment even. His eyebrows might even shoot up in surprise/confusion/a bit of embarrassment. Welp. At least she isn't Belarus. There's always that. Once he gets over the momentary lapse, he smiles again, a bit more warmly this time. ]

Is that so? Yours is lovely as well. Very nice smile. Sharp, as you would say.

[ Also shark teeth. Russia tilts his head a bit, trying to get a look at her eyes behind her glasses. ]

Am to assume special taste is also a skill of yours?

[turn4bout]

[ Almost as if prompted, her tongue darks out, tasting the air. ]

Of course.

[sunflowersunday]

Like a viper.

[ it's a compliment, really. ]