"little bit.." Viktor replies, his accent extremely strong. Ian lets out a relieved sigh.
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as the night creeps into the sky, the stars twinkle over the Southside, car horns blaring, dogs barking, the rumbling of the L train, Viktor stirs, restlessly sitting up from his short slumber. He gets up, tiptoeing to mickey and Ian's shared room. He stands over the two men, before his presence disturbs mickey, as he slowly sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "the fuck are you doing?" mickey groans. "cannot sleep" the noirette whispers, his Russian accent evident. Mickey scoots over, closer to Ian, patting the empty space next to him, as the noirette tiptoes over, trying to make the least noise possible as he climbs into the bed with the two men.
"don't wake Ian up, if he knew you're here he'd kill me" mickey mumbles, before giving in to the restless desire that is sleep.