NonCanon: Moving

[majorbonerkiller]

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

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[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin let out an irritated noise himself.]

Where else did you think I picked up my sense of ... fashion?

[Yeah, he knew he was not dressed to the nines, but he already turned enough heads in public by what he was already.]

There is a door on the fifth floor that I use when I want to leave. I'll show you.

[Mind, it has been sort of missing recently, but Volgin, for all of his navigational skills, was certain he was having a lapse of memory in regards to its specifics.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

...You idiot. There are rooms that look like outside. Filled with people and buildings, but they're still not really outside.

[He opens the door to his room, stepping inside and turning around to lean against the frame.]

You can tell because if you walk straight long enough, you'll end up where you were...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Yes, but this was the real thing. I went hiking out there! [He gestured furiously.] I took a train back to the school! That school isn't just a trick of one of those damn rooms, is it?

[Raikov was one of the few men that Volgin could afford himself to finally sit there on the kitchen floor, his strength failing him from the fade of his high. He had his large back flat against the wall, his eye slowly blinking as every nerve began to urge him back to rest.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

I promise you, Yevgeny. It's not real. Haven't you ever looked out on the roof? We're the only building for miles around!

[He sighed heavily, resting his head against the door frame now as well.]

You're being a fool.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

It's true: This is the only building for miles around. That is how I got here in the first place.

I left to see how far I could go, and I found you.

...

We'll scale the roof and I'll show you. If there is a roof, there is a ground...

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Cut it out, Yevgeny! You can't even see the ground--and I'm not suicidal.

[He leered.] I'm not scaling anything!

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Then I'll find it myself.

[That was the harshest sneer he could offer, as he began to steel himself and slowly get back to his feet to trudge to his new bed.

Of course this Raikov won't believe him. Of course he was damn well going to have to show him the modern world he had briefly experienced. He knew it existed.]

Do I have to take pictures?

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Do it yourself, then come back and whine to me when you don't find it so I can say, "I told you so!"

[Ivan goes back to surveying the food, a severe frown on his lips that reached even his brows in creased frustration.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Fool.

[That was the most Raikov could likely hear out of the rumble of various other curses as Volgin almost crawled back onto the comfort of the rubber mats. He could faintly smell food, but his nausea aside, he was not going to even test his meal on even the younger man, as stupid and petulant he could be. (The idiot would down rat poison if someone swapped the labels!)

This whole affair was like explaining colors to a dog.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Bastard.

[He quietly retorted, turning back to the pot of soup to tend. Volgin was lucky he was making anything at all. He should just let him sit there and suffer, fester and starve! But no--Ivan found himself pouting, a pressure rise up in his throat--he was doing what Volgin would do for him, and cooking.

But all that bastard could go on about was a room that fooled him into thinking it was the outside world, about returning to a future that didn't exist, and to a Russia that didn't want him. Ivan hoped tears made good seasoning, because he accidentally lost a few in that big pot.]