sputnik: — 𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑻𝑵𝑰𝑲 (ғʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ)
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴ ᴠᴇsʜɴʏᴀᴋᴏᴠ ([personal profile] sputnik) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-03-05 08:20 pm (UTC)

[ Konstantin turns, suddenly, at the sound of another's voice. He'd been looking down the hallway leading to the small living quarters, back turned to the rest of the place, hadn't noticed anyone else come in.

The kneejerk tension doesn't disappear, exactly — not when he takes in who it is. The man he's bumped into a couple of times now. The man who has something wrong with him, too. It's so... strange to have seen him in both ways: sitting across from him at a table, carrying on a civil conversation and then... devouring an animal's heart right in front of his eyes.

Konstantin stares over at him, letting some of that tension ease out of his shoulders, even if he stays guarded. But the other man's tone is.... weighted, thick, like it's being held down by a stone. The cosmonaut does notice that, and pauses a moment or two longer before replying.
]

I was here earlier — saw them already. Thought I'd come back now that everyone's gone. Look around, see if I can find... anything that could help. [ Clues, evidence, anything that might prove useful to explaining what the fuck is happening here.

He hesitates, before moving a little closer to where the other man stands.
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Did you know them?

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