"Oh, is it only 228?" said Andrei, in a sorely disappointed tone. "Never mind. He's not that great, kid. I'll be your dad."
He was aware of the ironic absurdity of such a statement, seeing as he could barely have been Aryol's brother. He and Ilarion had almost a decade between them. Still, it amused him to say it.
Then he grinned, shaking his head and leaning back.
"At least I didn't underestimate. That would have been dire times in Kasyagrad for Andrei Alexandrovich, ya snayu," he drawled.
"Sorry I couldn't remember exactly how many people you've shot in the head, comrade. If we were sailors, I'd get it tattooed on my arm for quick reference."
He looked up, averting his gaze, smiling wickedly.
"Either that, or on your back," he said obscurely.
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:26 am (UTC)He was aware of the ironic absurdity of such a statement, seeing as he could barely have been Aryol's brother. He and Ilarion had almost a decade between them. Still, it amused him to say it.
Then he grinned, shaking his head and leaning back.
"At least I didn't underestimate. That would have been dire times in Kasyagrad for Andrei Alexandrovich, ya snayu," he drawled.
"Sorry I couldn't remember exactly how many people you've shot in the head, comrade. If we were sailors, I'd get it tattooed on my arm for quick reference."
He looked up, averting his gaze, smiling wickedly.
"Either that, or on your back," he said obscurely.