@AustereAchilles "Ah, let me—"
Knife set down, some paper towel grabbed and the Russian squatted down to assist in the clean up as he sported a tad bit more flexibility than the Chief.
"You're such a романтик, American." Dmitri could't help but smirk.
"Snack, then bed, shall we?"
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see.
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me.
Sorry, I cannot hear you—
I'm kinda busy.
@AustereAchilles "Sweet Mother Russia—" Dmitri jumps, and the bread goes peanut butter side down to the floor.
"...It is not wise to sneak up on a man with knife, American. Besides, I thought you were sleeping?"
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see.
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me.
Sorry, I cannot hear you—
I'm kinda busy.