[ The barking immediately draws his attention, and Konstantin sets down the dish he was washing with a cloth — such tasks have begun to connect to the association of normalcy, an awareness that does sit a little uneasily within him (but they have to get done, and Vasiliy's the one who's doing all of the physical work outside; it's the least Konstantin can do to keep things clean in here....)
He tucks the damp cloth over one shoulder and turns, heading towards the front door a few seconds before Vasiliy opens it. The older man's features are lifting into their usual welcoming smile, but then— everything freezes as he stares down at the little animal Vasiliy's holding up.
At first he doesn't quite know what he's looking at. Some sort of little deer, or cow. His brows shoot upwards and his mouth parts, startled but already drawing closer, eyes wide. Vasya just. Just found this? This is probably a dumb question, but— ]
Was she just... just out in the woods somewhere?
[ He doesn't know much about wildlife... (It's not like her mother dropped her off at the post office, Konstantin.)
But already that wideness to his eyes is gaining a bit of a shine... something visibly delighted. He's never been much of an animal person, generally, but it'd be difficult to look at the little thing and not find her cute... (We are not butchering her, Vasiliy Ardankin) ]
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He tucks the damp cloth over one shoulder and turns, heading towards the front door a few seconds before Vasiliy opens it. The older man's features are lifting into their usual welcoming smile, but then— everything freezes as he stares down at the little animal Vasiliy's holding up.
At first he doesn't quite know what he's looking at. Some sort of little deer, or cow. His brows shoot upwards and his mouth parts, startled but already drawing closer, eyes wide. Vasya just. Just found this? This is probably a dumb question, but— ]
Was she just... just out in the woods somewhere?
[ He doesn't know much about wildlife... (It's not like her mother dropped her off at the post office, Konstantin.)
But already that wideness to his eyes is gaining a bit of a shine... something visibly delighted. He's never been much of an animal person, generally, but it'd be difficult to look at the little thing and not find her cute... (We are not butchering her, Vasiliy Ardankin) ]