Please go on the record

//feliks n smol sasha

//hair on head: could be brown, maybe a slight hint of orange 😏 beard: 👩‍🦰🧑‍🦰👨‍🦰🧡🍑🍊🦁🥕🏵

//this is how feliks sees colour 🕺💃

//pink allegedly

//he thinks he’s defeating gender roles but he’s just ginger

//i understand why all the village men are fighting for his attention

//feliks b like that’s the point xoxo

Russia sends their congratulations to the pair with a carefully curated bouquet in hopes of a long, happy life for the child.

The vodka in this place isn’t strong enough for the news they have to deal with and plans they have to make moving forward. Sokolov is writing replies to Russia at the speed of light in a bid to keep everything under control while he’s away. Dazhbog is on guard by his side.

Perhaps he should ask for drinks to be sent from Russia, they’ll need all they can get… Has anyone heard from Sweden?

I’ll write there too, then. Söderström has a habit of being late, shouldn’t be anything to worry about… Can I pour you a drink, my friend?

“Not a problem.” He purses his lips, the closest anyone’s getting to a smile, before standing to pour a fresh glass. A nearby chair scoots closer. “Your journey went alright, yes?”

👀? Apa yang terjadi, Eka?

Bahkan tidak ada petunjuk? : ]

Masalah yang dibagikan adalah masalah yang dibagi dua. Alright, I won’t press 👀

Dazhbog’s chomping on a toy ball so he doesn’t try eating Feliks’s quill. Pesky giant dog.

Weijing? We were all talking only a while ago…