If one more motherfucker hugs me, they gonna get my foot up their fuckin' ass!
I'm gonna glue spikes to my shirt at this rate.
I'm gonna glue spikes to my shirt at this rate.
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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - May 15th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
15 May 2012 @ 02:46 am
[[ Private to Ivan Raikov ]]
Don't come into the bathroom. Until I say so.
- Y.B.V.
Don't come into the bathroom. Until I say so.
- Y.B.V.
15 May 2012 @ 03:03 am
[City, meet giant Communist, who is cautiously out on a stroll to meet up with his lover, eat Spanish appetizers, and potentially be drawn while eating these said appetizers and perhaps partaking in other interesting activities that involve holding very still. Very likely he would be simply holding still. And Raikov would eat all the appetizers.
That isn't too bad. He doesn't mind watching the streets and the people of this place minding their own business and doing their ordinary things. Or so he would think. Certainly wasn't what he would like to think; he had done plenty of other business under the guise of "ordinary" back "home".
Of course, when he is out and about, he finds himself snugly crushing a passerby in his very terrifyingly large arms. The woman, who likely does not appreciate being suddenly and seemingly confrontationally approached by very giant seven-foot muscular beast-men in the first place, struggles and screams and gasps as she is pulled against that big broad chest of his.
Volgin had never seen a woman run so damn fast in his life either when his crushing grip finally loosens up. She has enough breath to start screaming again by the time she's out of sight.
This whole venture is potentially a bad idea.]
((OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street, you can let hug him you at your own risk. His big gorillaman arms can embrace many things.))
That isn't too bad. He doesn't mind watching the streets and the people of this place minding their own business and doing their ordinary things. Or so he would think. Certainly wasn't what he would like to think; he had done plenty of other business under the guise of "ordinary" back "home".
Of course, when he is out and about, he finds himself snugly crushing a passerby in his very terrifyingly large arms. The woman, who likely does not appreciate being suddenly and seemingly confrontationally approached by very giant seven-foot muscular beast-men in the first place, struggles and screams and gasps as she is pulled against that big broad chest of his.
Volgin had never seen a woman run so damn fast in his life either when his crushing grip finally loosens up. She has enough breath to start screaming again by the time she's out of sight.
This whole venture is potentially a bad idea.]
((OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street, you can let hug him you at your own risk. His big gorillaman arms can embrace many things.))
15 May 2012 @ 10:59 am
[ He's not used to women just flinging themselves at him. Okay, that's a lie, he is, but he's still from a time where you sort of work up to the physical affection first. So being hugged by a person he does not yet know is a little bit troubling.
By troubling, he means panicking, because he promptly drops everything on the sidewalk. ]
Uh - ma'am. [ De-tangling himself. Why. Are. You. So. Grabby.
Quick pick up everything and run. ] Sorry, appointment, gotta run.
[ Flee. ]
(( ooc: Backdated because I didn't get round to it, but I really wanted to ruin Bucky's life with cuddling. Have at him, people. ))
By troubling, he means panicking, because he promptly drops everything on the sidewalk. ]
Uh - ma'am. [ De-tangling himself. Why. Are. You. So. Grabby.
Quick pick up everything and run. ] Sorry, appointment, gotta run.
[ Flee. ]
(( ooc: Backdated because I didn't get round to it, but I really wanted to ruin Bucky's life with cuddling. Have at him, people. ))