#yellowshirtedchekov

Warm. He’s warm and small and he drapes his arm over him as the brunette manages to curl into him even more so than he had been. The room is dark and he presses his chin to the top of the other’s head, speaking lowly, not wanting to jostle the atmosphere by much.

"Tell me, do you even need your own bed? It seems we spend more time in mine then in yours, hm?"

Winter had settled heavily at the Shatterdome of Vladivostok. Luckily, the residents of such a place were hardier than most.

New interns had already settled in the snow covered facility. Snow had blanketed every corner of the outside and yet trucks were still able to reach place to place with ease; unlike other Shatterdomes, snow deterred the Russians the least.

It was on a day like this that Sasha felt ever so slightly maternal over the interns. She was that age once. Hell, she had a life at their age, she was out having fun at their age while she was fighting a war - but also out having fun; if a little less.

"I brought you a warm drink, детеныш" cub. She smirks, placing a tray of warm drinks onto the makeshift table. "How are you settling in?"

Injury II [Starter Sentences]

Kiree smiled and wrapped her arms around the Russian's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "What's wrong, my Pasha?" she asked, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.

//…maybe >//<

Pavel frowned, then shortly after his eyes widened as he looked at the object. He slowly walked out of the bathroom, pregnancy test in hand. "Ree..." He started hesitantly. "Eez...eez zis...yours?"