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@whenisayvodkayousayda
Loving Care...
Ivan had tucked the little Vanya into bed. A fever was not good for someone so small. He sat down next to the bed.
Vanya curled up in a ball, a miserable expression on his face.
He did not know what to do. Usually when he was sick he slept, had soup, and drank vodka. But this was a small child. He picked the baby up and rocked him gently.
"Let's get you some soup little one."
Loving Care...
Ivan had tucked the little Vanya into bed. A fever was not good for someone so small. He sat down next to the bed.
do you think bab russia will be easy or hard to take care of?
@ask-the-smol-vanya
“I think children are like sunflowers. Each one has different needs. Little Vanya will be fine.”
*throws one of those really big stuffed teddy bears at you*
*is knocked over because he wasn’t paying attention*
*gives u a pile of floofy, bab russia sized blankets*
“Baby blankets…?”
Ivan looked down at the pile in his arms. These were more than could fit on the child’s bed.
“I think these can fit in the hall closet.”
*slides you a care package full of most of the things u need for small children*
“Ah, thank you, Mr. Greyface!”
Ivan began taking the things up to the extra bedroom.
protect the bab keep him safe
“O-okay…?”
^J^)“’
protect the baby russian
“Okay.”
^J^
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan’s face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
“Is it alright if I have something to drink please?”
Vanya nodded.
“Lets go to kitchen. I have water and juice and I think there’s some vodka still!”
He followed behind Vanya, his mind wandering. So that’s what he looked like from behind as a child. Ivan smiled.
“I will just have juice, thank you.”
He nodded and headed to the fridge, quickly pulling out a carton of juice and pouring Ivan a glass.
“Juice for you!” he chirped, holding the glass out.
“Thank you!”
Ivan gladly accepted the glass of juice, finishing it in a few gulps. He listened, and noticed the lack of other people.
“Do you normally live by yourself?”
“It’s no problem!”
“And yeah, kinda. It’s just me.”
“How are you doing the living by yourself? No one has tried to invade you, have they?”
He remembered being small, and it was terrible.
Vanya fiddled idly with his scarf and nodded, “There were the Mongols and Swedish and French..”
Ivan simply picked up his smaller self, carefully, gently, almost as if Vanya were an antique vase.
“It is not good to be alone. How about you live with me?”
He blinked up at Ivan, an odd mix of shock and reluctant hope in his eye.
“..You want me to live with you? Truly?”
"Truly."
He hugged the little Russian, then set him back down.
"Whenever you are ready, let me know and I will come pick you up."
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan’s face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
“Is it alright if I have something to drink please?”
Vanya nodded.
“Lets go to kitchen. I have water and juice and I think there’s some vodka still!”
He followed behind Vanya, his mind wandering. So that’s what he looked like from behind as a child. Ivan smiled.
“I will just have juice, thank you.”
He nodded and headed to the fridge, quickly pulling out a carton of juice and pouring Ivan a glass.
“Juice for you!” he chirped, holding the glass out.
“Thank you!”
Ivan gladly accepted the glass of juice, finishing it in a few gulps. He listened, and noticed the lack of other people.
“Do you normally live by yourself?”
“It’s no problem!”
“And yeah, kinda. It’s just me.”
“How are you doing the living by yourself? No one has tried to invade you, have they?”
He remembered being small, and it was terrible.
Vanya fiddled idly with his scarf and nodded, “There were the Mongols and Swedish and French..”
Ivan simply picked up his smaller self, carefully, gently, almost as if Vanya were an antique vase.
"It is not good to be alone. How about you live with me?"
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan’s face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
“Is it alright if I have something to drink please?”
Vanya nodded.
“Lets go to kitchen. I have water and juice and I think there’s some vodka still!”
He followed behind Vanya, his mind wandering. So that’s what he looked like from behind as a child. Ivan smiled.
“I will just have juice, thank you.”
He nodded and headed to the fridge, quickly pulling out a carton of juice and pouring Ivan a glass.
“Juice for you!” he chirped, holding the glass out.
“Thank you!”
Ivan gladly accepted the glass of juice, finishing it in a few gulps. He listened, and noticed the lack of other people.
“Do you normally live by yourself?”
“It’s no problem!”
“And yeah, kinda. It’s just me.”
"How are you doing the living by yourself? No one has tried to invade you, have they?"
He remembered being small, and it was terrible.
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan’s face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
“Is it alright if I have something to drink please?”
Vanya nodded.
“Lets go to kitchen. I have water and juice and I think there’s some vodka still!”
He followed behind Vanya, his mind wandering. So that’s what he looked like from behind as a child. Ivan smiled.
“I will just have juice, thank you.”
He nodded and headed to the fridge, quickly pulling out a carton of juice and pouring Ivan a glass.
“Juice for you!” he chirped, holding the glass out.
"Thank you!"
Ivan gladly accepted the glass of juice, finishing it in a few gulps. He listened, and noticed the lack of other people.
"Do you normally live by yourself?"
*calmly hands u sunflowers and vanya bc smol babs shouldn't live alone*
@ask-the-smol-vanya
*holds vanya in his arms*
Hello little one. Do not be trusting the grey faces. They are not nice.
*brings little Vanya inside his house*
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan’s face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
“Is it alright if I have something to drink please?”
Vanya nodded.
“Lets go to kitchen. I have water and juice and I think there’s some vodka still!”
He followed behind Vanya, his mind wandering. So that's what he looked like from behind as a child. Ivan smiled.
"I will just have juice, thank you."
CHICKENS *unleashes 400 chickens inside vanya's house*
*picks up a white silkie chicken from the 400 and walks out of the room*
*picks up the phone and dials @whenisayvodkayousayda* Big me, there’s 399 chickens in my house. Can you help?
“Ah…?”
The look on his face was one of confusion. He put on his coat and hurried over, nearly tripping over his dog in the process.
“If we do not make with the hurrying there will be much poop to clean after.”
He picked up a single chicken. “What did you want to do with them?”
“I just need them out of the house for now,”
He was perched on the couch, hugging a white silkie chicken to his chest.Â
Ivan blinked at his small self. He realized this might be too daunting of a task for Vanya. Digging around in his coat pocket, he found a bag of sunflower seeds from his garden. The bag was held up in the air and shaken.
“Aright little chickies. Come and be getting the seeds.”
All of them turned at the same time and eyed Ivan, making him jump slightly. It was only when he took a step back that they charged at him, and he rushed out the front door into the yard, dumping the bag of seeds there.
//wrong blog :/
Once the chickens had all left the room, Vanya hesitantly climbed down from his perch on the couch, the silkie chicken still hugged to his chest.
He stuck his head out the door and into the yard, “You okay, Mister Ivan?”
// tis alright
The tall Russian man was currently laying on his back in the yard, seeds and fluffy white chickens covering him.
“…d-d-da…”
The chickens weren’t pecking him, just at the seeds. He didn’t want to admit they tripped him and he fell.
He giggled softly, seeing Ivan covered in fluffy chickens. After quickly slipping on a pair of shoes, Vanya moved out into the yard, approaching the chicken covered man, “Okie dokie. Need any help, Mister Ivan?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Right now, the chickens were pecking the seeds off of him, and he was afraid that he would crush them if he tried to get up.
Vanya smiled and nodded, before getting to work on removing the chickens. Eventually, with Vanya occasionally getting distracted by floofy chickens, all the chickens were removed from on top of Ivan.
The tall man sat up, relieved.
“Thank you.”
Carefully, Ivan stood up, and picked up one.
“Why do you have so many?”
He looked down at the chicken in his arms, looked back at Ivan and blinked.Â
“I dunno. They just kinda showed up.”
Ivan blinked.
“Would it be okay if I take a few? I like eggs.”
“Da! Take as many chicken as you want!” He chirped, quite frankly happy to give some of the chickens away.
A soft smile appeared on Ivan's face as he gave a small grateful nod. He ended up taking a handle of the fluffy chickens back to his truck, putting them in the wire kennel he used for his dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Coming back to Vanya, he asked.
"Is it alright if I have something to drink please?"
First person to put honey I'm home in my inbox is married to my muse for a week.
SAY WHICH ONE
Must be off anon though
*calmly hands you sunflowers*
“Th-thank you…”
He’ll just hide his bashful, blushing face in the bouquet of sunflowers.
