YUM

OHNO, Simon— Would kicking the Spy into the water work? He’s gonna try that.

“It’ll come out of your pay”

He’s making toast.

No toast for any of you hooligans. Crombch. Only for good boys.

CRUNCH HIS TOAST AND HE’S GONNA ... uh. TELL HIS MA.

“....” Angery. He throws his toast, already bitten, at the scout. TAKE BUTTER, STINKY.

To be robbed, in the comfort of his own base. Woe is Mikhail, woe is he. “MAAAAA-“ Running to tell.

Ah, yes. FRESH toast. The boy is appeased.

He’s sitting on the roof, All wrapped up in his winter clothes. The lad gets cold.

He.. has a brother? That is, also a rabbit..?

// Kinda wanna have a small birthday party for Mikhail , Eheh,

// scream

He is, uh, The fourteen now. A GROWING LAD.

“THANK YOU, MISS”

Awh hell ye, Thank you, BLU Guy.

He’s around. Sticking to himself, per usual.

Most likely cleaning his gun. Ignoring the others. Watering his Ma’s plants in her absence.

The large lad is in the lab, feeding the lab mice. He remembers doing this when he was small. It.. kinda makes him miss his Ma. She’s been gone for a while.

Mikhail sideglances the Rabbit, Draping an arm over his shoulder. Sibling hug. “Hello, brother. Come to see them?” He reaches into the cage, allowing a mouse to crawl up into the palm of his hand, withdrawing it from the cage to present to Josef. “This one is most friendly.”