Volgin jolted (the simple, black rubber suit under his clothes provided decent insulation from whatever electricity that peaked in his startling). He shot up, Raikov's thighs momentarily relieved.
The grogginess masked, he narrowed his eyes, sitting up to make direct eye contact with the Major and leer in. A supporting hand and arm pressed against his companion's package.
"The sniper almost got me, but I didn't let him. I told you not to hit me there." Often. The old battle wound was a good spot for Ivan to use to drive a point home as needed. Unusually for the Colonel, but not so much in regards to Ivan, the threat was empty.
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Date: 2010-12-19 08:28 am (UTC)The grogginess masked, he narrowed his eyes, sitting up to make direct eye contact with the Major and leer in. A supporting hand and arm pressed against his companion's package.
"The sniper almost got me, but I didn't let him. I told you not to hit me there." Often. The old battle wound was a good spot for Ivan to use to drive a point home as needed. Unusually for the Colonel, but not so much in regards to Ivan, the threat was empty.