[center][h1] [color=008000]Mikhail Fuast[/color] [/h1] [/center]


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Mikhail had been moments away from unloading a rather snarky reply on Claude when he felt something… wrong. It wasn’t the overly peppy Joan girl that made his skin crawl with her positive attitude and good manners. That was something that he had spent years growing accustomed to.  No, it was more like a dark harbinger of inevitability that was eerily familiar. And then the door opened and everything became clear.

Walking like he owned the place, Scott’s arrival was one that left Mikhail awfully conflicted. On one hand, the womanizer was somebody he could count on in a fight. On the other hand though, Scott also had an awful penchant for hu-

[color=008000]”Oof,”[/color] Mikhail grunted ignobly as the other cavalier brought him into a most unwelcome embrace, which he had no intent on returning. For a man that kept most people at a figurative arm’s length at all times, Scott was the one person that made it physically impossible to do so. Mikhail still wasn’t sure if hated that wholeheartedly or merely hated it with a note of grudging respect.

[color=008000]”I find myself questioning a great deal of things,”[/color] he replied, [color=008000]”Such as how a sorry lech like yourself is still in the military, much less a candidate for the royal guard.”[/color] His words were one part harsh honesty, one part camaraderie. Unfortunately, Mikhail found himself unable to suppress a grin from surfacing, as it was never good to encourage Scott. 

[color=008000]”Now while it is good to see you, can you let go? You’re causing a scene.”[/color]