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“Thank you.” Fyodor said as Ivan placed down a cup of freshly poured royal milk tea on the table before him.
"Hahahaaa.. you’re welcome master” Ivan chirped smiling as he stood next to him.
Fyodor took a sip out of his tea, chocking slightly out of surprise as the literal metal door too their room was kicked down, landing on the ground with a loud, freaky, slam.
“BESTIE! LOOK WHAT I MADE, LOOK” Nikolai, the one who had kicked down the door, exclaimed. Waving his arms in the air.
“-what did you make?.” Fyodor inquired.
Ivan.
Nikolai spun over too fyodors table. before slapping down a thick bunt of stickers on the desk.
“I MADE US MATCHINF STICKERS”
Fyodor raised an eyebrow. “i see. What’s the stickers purpose?”
“it’s for the aestetic dos-kun!” nikolai exclaimed, spreading out the stickers over the desk.
“so you drew stuff and turned it into stickers?” fyodor raised an eyebrow.
“yes!” nikolai replied proudly.
“whatever… i’ll take a look at them later.” Fyodor replied, pushing the stickers too the side.
nikolai pouted and left.
– – – –
“what the fuck.”
In front of fyodor laid the stickers, he had been trying too sort them into categories. but they were just.. too freaky.
“there’s no way he drew mpreg of me.”