⋆ 𖦏 ˚｡⋆ 𝓜𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝓣𝙾 𝓢𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈 .ᐟ

mnnnn . . he needs a smoke .

good evening , шлюхи . .

stretching his arms out above his head , shirt riding up to expose a hint of flesh .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙮 . ❤︎ ⠀

Her lack of fight makes Ilya hum lowly in appreciation , unfolding his arms from his chest in order to let her properly settle into his awaiting lap . He stays quiet once again , gaze blinking back to her as she finally approaches , the clicking of her heels filling the silence.

there’s is more of that glowering at her , lingering in his silence as she continues to sip idly at her coffee . It’s clear what she wants him to do , but he’s much too stubborn to give in right away . “ you’d be more comfortable here . . ”

it can be yes , does she care to help him out . . ?

arms folded over his chest , watching as she glances up at him quick then away to sip nonchalantly at her coffee . . . interesting .

hmm . . his lap is feeling way too empty .

It’s raining . He doesn’t like the rain .

meticulously dissembling one of his many guns for proper cleaning — it’s been well needed .

well . . that makes two of them . If he can be honest — . yes yes , he’ll be there in less than ten minutes .

never said it was a bad thing — people usually don’t seek out his company . it’s just 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 is all .

. . she misses him ? that’s — surprising .