The self-satisfied attitude of the Ocelots was contagious, if a bit odd. It somewhat reminded him of an expression his mother's favorite pet cat would get when the old feline had left a dead mouse around for someone to find.
Vladya was doing what he believed to be a fair job of concealing his own good mood when the other Ocelots hopped out and joined in the saluting, seeing the man who was obviously the Major of the strange, strange unit.
Clearly, he was the one who set the standards for them. The man had the fair skin, blue eyes, and blond hair that dominated the unit. The Ocelot Major did look a little, young. And he seemed to be somewhat eccentric, and... were those spurs he was wearing?
Vladislav's eyes pulled away from the Major to glance at Andrei when the man said it was all his doing. In truth, it was, and he had yet to determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but regardless, he had to struggle to keep from grinning broadly when Isaev pointed to his trophy crocodile.
Though, Vladislav did have to wonder how the Ocelot's could tell themselves apart with their identical uniforms and almost uniform appearances. Irinarhov seemed the only one who wasn't blond haired and blue eyed.
Had Major Ocelot chosen men to purposefully look like him?
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Date: 2006-11-29 05:57 pm (UTC)Vladya was doing what he believed to be a fair job of concealing his own good mood when the other Ocelots hopped out and joined in the saluting, seeing the man who was obviously the Major of the strange, strange unit.
Clearly, he was the one who set the standards for them. The man had the fair skin, blue eyes, and blond hair that dominated the unit. The Ocelot Major did look a little, young. And he seemed to be somewhat eccentric, and... were those spurs he was wearing?
Vladislav's eyes pulled away from the Major to glance at Andrei when the man said it was all his doing. In truth, it was, and he had yet to determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but regardless, he had to struggle to keep from grinning broadly when Isaev pointed to his trophy crocodile.
Though, Vladislav did have to wonder how the Ocelot's could tell themselves apart with their identical uniforms and almost uniform appearances. Irinarhov seemed the only one who wasn't blond haired and blue eyed.
Had Major Ocelot chosen men to purposefully look like him?