Fifteen Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[America's gone. Japan's gone. Hikaru's gone. A lot of other people who would have stopped him are gone. But he's smiling. Oh, is he ever smiling. And he's sitting behind a desk, just an ordinary looking desk in an office building. There's vodka on it, and a globe, and some communist flags. But other than that, it's just another desk. And it's got

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[yearoftruth]

[He's really just here to observe]

[vodkadrinksyou]

Would you like to come in?

[That grin doesn't match, by the way.]

[yearoftruth]

No, I'm okay.

[Stands casually, one thumb tucked in his pocket, the other hand hanging beside him. He doesn't look perturbed]

[vodkadrinksyou]

Suit yourself. I hope you don't get sick and miserable from the cold.