♥005: the Most Aptly Named Band in Vladivostok

[urajiosutoku]

[Nikolay would never describe himself as on overly-romantic person. Going out to dinner with someone you like is just fine, but something like song dedication might seem over the top. However, when a song is dedicated to you by what you consider to be the single best person in all of Russia, then it's just fine

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[newsiberia]

[ & guess who strolls in, holding a glass of lemon juice to her lips, ready to rest her head on ~someone's~ shoulder. ]

Mumiy Troll?

[urajiosutoku]

[And hey, there's a free shoulder just waiting for her!]

Mhmm. It's Ritual Day. I missed Ilya.

[newsiberia]

[ which she will be claiming. si~p. ]

His voice reminds me of Kolya.

[urajiosutoku]

[Well-claimed and always free for use! He tilts his head so it rests just slightly on hers as he watches.

You think I sound like him, Sveta? [And he doubts, because he doesn't have the voice of a venerable musical god. ♥]

[moskva_prince]

Someone is in a happy mood.

[urajiosutoku]

Very.

[Totally not worshiping Ilya or anything.]

Want to watch?

[moskva_prince]

I guess so...haven't watched any good videos in quite sometime.

[urajiosutoku]

Well, this is one of the best of the best.

[He continues to watch, biting at the filter of his cigarette while looking quite amused.]

[stadihesa]

[poking his head in out of sheer curiosity.]
What is that you're listening to?

[urajiosutoku]

Hmm?

[He tears looks away from the screen to glance up at Helsinki. Then, a smile crosses his face. Any chance to explain the wonders of Ilya and Mumiy Troll are taken very seriously.]

Mumiy Troll. A band from my place, and my personal favorite.

[stadihesa]

It sounds like a metal file on a violin. [he's not too amused. not that his multiple metal bands sound like a children's choir, but.. eh.]

[urajiosutoku]

[Well, sheesh, sorry if it isn't Lordi or whatever (though he likes the Rasmus, thanks).]

Sorry you think that way about a god. [Obsession, get.]

[sewards]

Hmm? What is this? [[wide, unblinking eyes.]]

[urajiosutoku]

[And yet another person to show the wonders of Ilya off to! He pats a cushion of his couch with a grin on his face.]

See for yourself.

[sewards]

[[she flops down beside him the queen of elegance and grace and watches, still wide-eyed.]]

What band is this? It sounds nice, I suppose.

[urajiosutoku]

Mumiy Troll. From my place.

[Oh, look! Ilya's shirt is sliding down his shoulders. ♥]