A True Soviet Machine
|| Welcome to Glorious and Powerful lands of the Union. ||

(This is an independent RP blog for the USSR during the fourties, centering on just prior to and during Operation Barbarossa.

Face claim is Dolph Lundgren.)

theinternationalpunchingbag:

-Alfred just kinda chills in his living room sitting upside down on his couch and kicking his lets in the DDR pattern for ‘Butterfly’ as he can’t get it out of his head. He can faintly hear the water and waits until a short while after it stops to check in on him. He should be dressed and the pore strip should be applied while the hot steam of the shower still had his pores open.-


Yo, I’m coming in. Hope you have pants or a towel on.

-Though Ivan walks out and past him while Alfred rifles through his drawers for a pore strip. He dampens a tissue and catches up to Brags. With a quick hand he had the strip opened, placed, and dampened.- Leave that on for ten minutes.

Screw the tea for now. What is that?

-Alfred’s brows raised as he points to Ivan’s wrist.-

[The quick motion confuses him for a minute, his eyes focusing on his nose as the other man’s fingers flickered over it for a moment, darting after the said appendages as they went back down to Alfred’s sides.]

Hmm? My arm?

[Oh, yeah, that- he needed an excuse.]

Caught it against something, is no big problem.

[He shrugged off the question and, technically, he wasn’t lying- just because what he caught it on was a piece of lead piping being smashed into his arm gratuitously didn’t mean his claim was false.

Is healing, is all that you need to know.