http://andrei-isaev.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] andrei-isaev.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] groznyj_grad 2006-09-08 08:10 pm (UTC)

Andrei caught Irinarhov's uneasiness like a scent, turning his head to take him in at a glance. His body language taut and avoidant, and he treated the bottle of slivovic that was thrust at him like the strike of a snake.

He took himself away from shooting off with his comrades to make eye contact with Irinarhov, to make a nonverbal inquiry as to his distress, but found it impossible.

The Captain was actively avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

He was offended, then, or upset by the casual bravado of their unit. Andrei saw no shame in an occasional case of masculine rigor mortis in the company of comrades; to try and hide it or pretend it wasn't there struck him as far more questionable behavior.

When a man wore himself well, he could do as he pleased. As for stubbornly saluting small soldiers...well, those too, would pass.

Although not right away.

Still mindful of Kassian's physical expression, he discreetly reached for the towel beside him and draped it absently over his lap, just enough to obscure the offending physiology.

Andrei didn't mind making a polite concession in this case. Irinarhov was doing his best to acclimate to a strange new breed, and Andrei had no wish to make his time in purgatory more unpleasant.

I guess that solves the question of where his predilections stop short, he thought.

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