†003 - Childcare

[bucuresti]

[Mihail has never really had much of a chance to practice his fathering skills (do suburbs even count?) so this is definitely something else. Perhaps it wouldn't be half as odd if the child he got from HQ wasn't also Norilsk's child. That isn't to say that it's a bad thing, seeing as how the newly-christened Nadezhda is not only adorable but very well-behaved. Mihail's definitely taken a shine to her.

It's just... Well, it's awkward, seeing as how her parents can easily be submerged into a very vicious cycle in their relationship, so this is certainly a questionable situation.

All backstory aside, they've decided to relocate to Mihail's room with Nadezhda for the time being, though Mihail's really stuck as to how to take care of her when he has absolutely nothing in his room that a baby could use. Fun times in parenthood, indeed.]

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[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{And he'll just stop in his foot steps. Russian senses tingling.}


H-hello there?

[gulags.livejournal.com]

Ah.

Привет.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

W-why are you here?

I lied 2/2

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He shuts his mouth, yeah...shouldn't be asking questions like that.}

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ he's used to it. :( ]

Er... [ sigh ] Mihail wanted to tell me something.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

Oh...I think I see...well...didn't know he was friends with people like you.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ people like you? damn, that's cold. should he even - ]

Ah, it is not like that.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He mentally kicks himself. He's not cold, just really needs to hold his tongue.}

No I'm sorry for ever saying anything...it is my mistake.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

No - it is not your fault.

[ really. it isn't. ): ]

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

What ever you, sir.