Rakitin’s laughter caught him by surprise, left him off-balance, unguarded, and a bit unhinged.
He was laughing, not condemning Dima's life as useless.
“Whatever you want. I’ll have a five-page formal report on Colonel Volgin’s desk tomorrow morning, then.”
Deimos smirked at the sheer irrationality of his promise. There was no reason he shouldn’t spare the usual insults and cursing, and Polya’s brief fish-eyed look of horror more than made up for the inconvenience.
“Shit. You wouldn’t last ten minutes at Magadan. Maybe a half hour, tops, if you were someone else’s bitch.” Dmitry shrugged a bit, looked Rakitin up and down. “Well. Maybe an hour. You’re kind of pretty.”
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Date: 2008-01-13 04:53 pm (UTC)He was laughing, not condemning Dima's life as useless.
“Whatever you want. I’ll have a five-page formal report on Colonel Volgin’s desk tomorrow morning, then.”
Deimos smirked at the sheer irrationality of his promise. There was no reason he shouldn’t spare the usual insults and cursing, and Polya’s brief fish-eyed look of horror more than made up for the inconvenience.
“Shit. You wouldn’t last ten minutes at Magadan. Maybe a half hour, tops, if you were someone else’s bitch.” Dmitry shrugged a bit, looked Rakitin up and down. “Well. Maybe an hour. You’re kind of pretty.”