#. ミハイル . interactions

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@maljefe​ liked for a starter w Misha!

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Why is there so many products for women? Didn’t it make it harder for them to choose? Misha stares at the colorful packages. What does it even mean if it has wings or not? The package looked too small to have wings, there were none growing out them either. He reaches out for a package, the wrapping of it crinkling slightly. Silence stretches around him and he gives it a few squeezes. Soft. He puts it back, a crease between his brows, lips in a thin line.

“Comrade,” he speaks up, startling a few other shop goers as his voice suddenly booms down the isle, “what size pussy you have?”

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@nvrcmplt​ liked for a starter w Misha!

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He’d just settled down to relax after a scuffle he had with some idiot hunter wannabe when he noticed a familiar presence and scent approaching. If it wasn’t the good doktor, who he had had the pleasure to bump into a few times. Kinda embarrassing in retrospect that the human had managed to hurt him, but Misha wasn’t too worried. He’s slept off worse injuries. 

An irritating itch and mild nausea from wolfsbane was hardly anything he couldn’t handle. Especially, when the concoction hadn’t been processed well to begin with by the user. Misha’s large form settles in the shadows eerile well as he leans against a tree, the night being nothing but a friend with its dark veil it casts over their kind. Yet, he knows he’s been spotted, so now was just for him to wait for Aapeli to come out. 

Mikhail’s maw splits into a grin, near wight irises staring at the approaching form. The werewolf speaks, voice deeper, R’s more prominent and a growl laced into the words, “Comrade doktor, what pleasure to see friendly face.” 

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@shrapnelsong​ liked for a starter!

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“Blyat, wolfsbane is a pain in the ass,” Mikhail complained, scratching at the area where he’d been injured not so long ago. It itched, it burned, it felt horrible. The poison running in his veins making his hands shake and vision be blurry. He’d get sick in a bit, yet all he would do was sleep, and thus let his own system heal him. However, it would be a more painful and slow process with the poison in him, which made him cranky.

“Don’t you have anything for this, dorogoy?” Misha kept scratching his arm and the wound there, looking up over to Alice. Even his eyes seemed to shake. His breaths slowly getting more laboured. At least he sat down, finally. Or more like just plopped down with a groan. “Next time I see the idiot, I will rip his head off.”

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@averagetm​ liked for a starter! 

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There’s a long, drawn out hum coming from the wolf that’s seated in the middle of the couch, arms tossed over the back, legs spread so he took up even more space. His head is tilted back and he stares at the ceiling. “You know, kotenok... is weird all women have period on same day every month.” 

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@maljefe​ :: she’s rubbing her temples

“If you rub long enough, maybe your brain appear like a genie and grant you a wish.”

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@changeandmovingon​ liked for a starter!

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“Ptichka, you don’t look like you can play violent game like that,” Misha shakes his head, a large hand motioning at all of Etsugo. “You look like wind can toss you on ground. You expect me to believe you take down an opponent bigger than you? Niet, you break bone if you get tackled.” Yeah, he’s definitely looking down on him.

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“wait!” diving towards him she smacks the cup from his hands. “that cup had some juice in it that had lemon, don’t use it. you’re allergic to citrus, right?” / mishaaaa

@maljefe

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He was just about to have a big refreshing sip when he heard Loni and his attention was on her instantly, cup still in hand even if he almost dropped it when spooked. Grey eyes were slightly wider and locked on her, his expression like he'd just seen her kill his babushka when the cup was smacked from his hands.

Though, once the reason to her behaviour came forth, he quickly put the cup on the table next to him. Hands up, as if he burned himself. "Comrade!" he exclaimed, and the next thing he does, he's crushing her in a hug, "you saved me!"

Not that he'd die, at least not immediately, but it sucked none the less.

But yes, now Loni had a behemoth of a dude leaning onto her, whining how he almost died, that she should now treat him, because it was a traumatic experience (it really wasn't, but...).

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“babushka, what schemes do youse have planned for us today?” canting her head to the side she pulls her frappe closer and takes a sip. “coffee was my idea, but I can already see the wheels turning in your brain.” / for misha pls

@maljefe

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Mikhail looked appalled as he was called a grandmother. Then again, perhaps it was his own fault, which was ridiculous as he never did mistakes to begin with.

"What make you think I have plans?" he quips back, posturing, head tilted back a little. "Coffee was not your idea. It my idea originally, when I ask you out for coffee first. But you refuse. Now you steal my idea." Yet, he had accepted it in a heart beat and was more than anything enjoying his... cool minty brew of coffee. 'Bucks of stars do slap,' as he had exclaimed when stepping inside the shop earlier, kicking the door in since taking out his hands from his pockets would have been too much of a hazzle. He'd startled some poor employees with that stunt, and the door had creaked sadly with a cracked window.

"But to answer your question, comrade; I have great idea!" which also can mean that the idea is not that great, "I heard there is fighting club near by. I want to see it. Maybe comrade can participate since she be so..." trying to find the correct word he looked off to the side, while snapping his fingers a few times, "uptight!" And he takes a casual sip of his coffee, which he had spiked with a splash of vodka the moment he stepped out the shop.

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“ i’d  kill him . ” / for misha bc I see a werewolf and obvs gotta send my werewolf their way ajdjehdhd

@maljefe

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"Canine comrade!" Mikhail barked out a light laugh as he leaned slightly back, posture relaxed, "your view is much valid!" It's not like he would differ in opinion too much. He sometimes got too rough when he played or fought and accidents happened. He just rolls with it. It's not his fault people are weak.

"Of course, depending on severity of him crime, I instead would hunt. Makes it more fun. Entertainment, yeah?" Life could get a bit boring sometimes. Besides, he did enjoy a good chase, a hunt, especially if they had wronged him or someone he held dear. Like his pack.

"We can team up. Be like quick-raptor from movie!"

Like the velociraptors from Jurassic Park.