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- Male
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- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Why can't you stop being a jerk for two minutes and realise he's my best friend and I worry about him, hm? Shut your fucking trap, Tom," grunted Pavor, opting to discuss with Roman deliberately in Russian just to avoid the smart remarks. He did like Tom, a lot, but recently the atmosphere between them was tense, with his relationship with Molly apparently being a reason for that. Though, he had had only one real friendship in his life -Roman- so he could disregard a loss of one relatively easily.
"I can't go to the hospital, my father will find out when one of the doctors there who we pay off now and then for information phones him and tells him how fucking cowardly I am. I can't look weak. My father has contacts everywhere. i'm supposed to run the show, but he has his eyes everywhere-- relax, I'm fine," sighed Roman in English when tiring of the secrecy, easing against the pillows and shoving Pavor out the way of the TV. Roman wasn't a weakling, but moving Pavor was no mean feat, even for him. "Move, would you? I'm watching this."
"...Fine. Stay. Let me stitch you up at least," he reluctantly mumbled, taking a seat further on the bed. "Tom, get a needle and thread, I'll sort this out, seeing as you've been useless so far."
"I can't go to the hospital, my father will find out when one of the doctors there who we pay off now and then for information phones him and tells him how fucking cowardly I am. I can't look weak. My father has contacts everywhere. i'm supposed to run the show, but he has his eyes everywhere-- relax, I'm fine," sighed Roman in English when tiring of the secrecy, easing against the pillows and shoving Pavor out the way of the TV. Roman wasn't a weakling, but moving Pavor was no mean feat, even for him. "Move, would you? I'm watching this."
"...Fine. Stay. Let me stitch you up at least," he reluctantly mumbled, taking a seat further on the bed. "Tom, get a needle and thread, I'll sort this out, seeing as you've been useless so far."