Isaev tilted his head idly, arms crossed, legs apace.
"You look as if you got what you came for," he remarked, vaguely.
The sniper's knitted brow had smoothed; clearly he'd resolved whatever was plaguing him. Leshovik's lips were no longer taut-stringed, cat-gutted, but supple and inviting to conversation- or, Isaev supposed, other things. Which led his gaze back to Aryol.
There was just no way that bastard wasn't wayward pollination by Kasya, sometime in his youth. The image was too graven, irrefutable.
Andrei knew Kasya believed himself without family. Well, Isaev would show him his own face, minus twenty-odd years, and see what, if anything, he could say to it.
He glanced down, and his eyebrows raised suddenly.
"Oh, hey-" he said, abruptly shifting from bruising pugilist to curious boy, "is that one of the new Dragunovs, comrade?"
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Date: 2007-08-25 05:14 am (UTC)"You look as if you got what you came for," he remarked, vaguely.
The sniper's knitted brow had smoothed; clearly he'd resolved whatever was plaguing him. Leshovik's lips were no longer taut-stringed, cat-gutted, but supple and inviting to conversation- or, Isaev supposed, other things. Which led his gaze back to Aryol.
There was just no way that bastard wasn't wayward pollination by Kasya, sometime in his youth. The image was too graven, irrefutable.
Andrei knew Kasya believed himself without family. Well, Isaev would show him his own face, minus twenty-odd years, and see what, if anything, he could say to it.
He glanced down, and his eyebrows raised suddenly.
"Oh, hey-" he said, abruptly shifting from bruising pugilist to curious boy, "is that one of the new Dragunovs, comrade?"