http://major-ocelot-2u.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] major-ocelot-2u.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] groznyj_grad 2006-11-09 10:16 am (UTC)

Ocelot leaned against the inside of the doorframe, listening to this unprecedented exchange as he spun his Makarov on his index finger.

The motion was idle, but his mind was not.

His face was a study in noncommittal expression, only the slight downward slant of his eyebrows and the intense study of his eyes betraying his awareness.

He watched the woman-who-thought-she-knew-everything spouting her entitlement, watched Volgin on his best Soviet behavior, and particularly, he watched the American, who seemed to take the whole idea of Volgin in his stride.

Maybe he lacked the imagination to see Volgin for the fantastic organic nightmare that he was; maybe he was too busy channeling John Wayne to care one way or another. Either way, it was interesting.

It wasn't as if his lack of outright unease translated as dismissive or disrespectful. He seemed impressed by the Colonel's strapping Sovietskyj bearing and apparently well aware of his...more electrifying personal traits.

Snake. Huh.

Not sure about that one.

Ocelot remembered that he needed to find a few revolvers to test fire.

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