[ Without a word, Valmont crosses the room to where Raikov is sitting, grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him hard. He then straightens his tie and calmly sits down across from Raikov as though nothing had happened.
He inspects the tea bags, at length selecting one. Oh god, it's all proper black tea, too. He could cry. ]
Mm. Acceptable.
[ His Stunky, who's followed him over to the table, chitters at Katya. Throw her down a cracker, friend? ]
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He inspects the tea bags, at length selecting one. Oh god, it's all proper black tea, too. He could cry. ]
Mm. Acceptable.
[ His Stunky, who's followed him over to the table, chitters at Katya. Throw her down a cracker, friend? ]