Surprise!

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Who: Oscar, Volgin, BREAKFAST
What: Oscar has a home invasion.
Where: Oscar's place, TD-32
When: Monday, December 20th, continued from here.
Warnings: Hueg Russian Mouth Alart


And woe be to that which is not Ivan that wakes the drugged behemoth on a couch that is not his in a dorm room that is very much not his.

Whenever Oscar awakes, Volgin had not budged an inch from his spot or position, very much passed out and snoring. Because of the lung issues inflicted by Vinnie's spores, this snoring is unfortunately a bit audible.

Yes, indeed, Oscar has a visitor. The door was still open even.

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The sun hadn't even risen and Oscar was up. It was a habit of his to get up early, but this time, it wasn't a routine awakening. He woke up to the sound of snoring in this dormitory that was supposed to be his own. That was the strange part.

Slipping through the door to his room, the green knight stopped short. There really was someone in his dormitory, and even from behind the couch, he could tell the guest was there. Already adjusted to the dark, Oscar rounded the couch, expecting someone just as giant as a laguz royal. That is what he saw, indeed. He stared, his mouth slightly agape.

Quickly, he turned around to click the door shut before warily approaching the sleeping man. Should he awaken him? he wondered. His hand hung in the air, hesitating.

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Luckily the weight of the drugs allowed Oscar as much time as he wanted to observe his guest. He smelled faintly of ozone with the slightest hint of the vigilant sanitation of the hospital. The giant was still wearing the white-teal of patient pants and slippers.

Even more fashionable, a small line of drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.

And it seemed certain he was not going to be moving any time soon.

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Well... Oscar didn't know what to do. He frowned at the man on his couch before walking over to the kitchen, leaning on the counter. He watched Volgin from that spot for a minute or so before deciding upon a course of action: he should wake up this person and ask him what he was doing there.

He seemed pretty intimidating, even in his sleep, though. Oscar expected a temper.

The mercenary approached the sofa for the final time, stopping at the end of the couch closest to Volgin's head. He softly nudged the giant's shoulder. "Um... sir?" he said softly.

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Fortunately the knight was nudging crude insulative bandaging beneath the layers of hospital clothes and sweater. At the man's touch, this dozing home invader grunted, partially opening his eyes. They were not focused and what was muttered was not in English.

It did get him to move the thick arm across his face and drape it along the back of the couch.

A small note of progress.

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So then. Oscar's hand that had withdrawn back to his chest dropped back to his side as he peered over at the Russian's face. What did he say? He thought he just misheard, or maybe he was just sleep-talking.

"Hello...?" he questioned. "Are you... alright?"

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No, that was certainly someone talking to him. The eyes blinked again, struggling for clarity. Volgin was perceiving something, a fuzzy shape.

It was very green.

Why was Ivan wearing his uniform?

"Ivan...?" In Russian. "Is that you? What are you doing, dressed up like that? You keep telling me... we're not in the military anymore."

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Oh, that. was another language.

"Ivan...?" he repeated. That seemed like a name, but he couldn't be sure. "Sir, I don't understand. Sorry."

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It took some time to register. Volgin slightly shook his head, before grimacing as he pulled his weary, doped body up into a slumping sit.

Yeah, he blinked, yeah, that was not his Ivan. Not at all.

This was someone else.

"What you doing," he harshly articulated in rough English. Words still slurred with his grammar. "My house. The house is mine."

The Soviet tilted his head. "Ivan hire you? As cleaner? Maid?"

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Oscar was awfully taken aback by this. "H-huh? No, this is my house. TD-32," he explained clearly. He pointed to himself, as if Volgin couldn't understand him. "I live here. I hope you understand..."

He didn't know what else to say.

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Volgin shuffled a bit, too dizzy to get to his feet and confront this... person. But, something caught his eye. His gaze skimmed about the room, as his vision cleared a bit more.

You know, he might be right, said the tiniest of specks in his gut.

That speck was quickly executed.

The Russian made direct eye contact with the green knight again:

"Oh."

With that out of the way, Volgin settled back down again on this perfect stranger's couch. He draped a limb over his face.

"I see."

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He shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, so..." There wasn't anything more he intended to say: Oscar wasn't one to tell someone to get out of his room, especially since he'd never owned his own house. He was used to sharing living spaces with up to ten people, and even if he didn't know this man, there had to be a reason he ended up here. That, he considered.

"So... what brings you here?" he asked, crossing his arms loosely.

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"Sick," was the gruff reply. Volgin closed his eyes and the world twisted slowly around him. At least the pain was not too bad. The man was not kicking him out either, and really, the old bastard was quietly thankful for that.

He would never say it, of course.

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His eyebrows creased in concern. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. You don't look so good," he observed, even though he had just said it himself. After all, he landed in his room, so that wasn't a good sign.

"Do you need something?" he asked. Oscar intended to be hospitable if he could, mostly because it was the way he did things.

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Volgin pulled his large arm away for a second. Another moment of direct, harsh eye contact.

(He was not ... seeing eyes, here.)

"Ivan," he grunted before hiding away his battered face once again.

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"You said that name earlier," he remarked. "Who is he?"

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"Lover," he grunted. "Where is he. Ivan Raidenovich Raikov.

"Where."

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A lover? Oscar was confused, but he did just state is quite clearly for him to understand. This man... had a male lover. Why of course. His lips parted, hesitant.

"I... have never met him," he said. "I'm sorry."

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This frustrated the giant enough to try to swing himself back up again in a huff. Under the thrum of the drugs, he did not get terribly far in looking threatening, his head pounding and nausea rising.

He clung to the couch instead.

"He exist, you idiot," he spat, with all the appropriate treatment towards a host, his English stressing and intonation all wrong. A large hand clutched his head. "I talk to Ivan other day. Two day. Ago." In Russian: "No one knows anything around this damn school."

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Oscar was distraught. This man was just as he predicted: not in a good mood. However, at the same time, he didn't want Volgin to hurt himself trying to do... something.

"Oh, I believe you," he said, shaking his head. "I'm new here, is all." He contemplated sitting on the couch with him, but that would be a bad idea, he guessed.