I8DT: Bear-Chested (Open)

[Ivan Petrenko]

Ever since his secret came out, Sergei had been using much of his free time to get back into fighting shape. He had to be ready in the event his former mentor's Rasputin Academy proved a viable threat. So today he was exercising on a weight machine, earbuds pumping some energetic classical music into his ears.

[Tommy More]

Tommy, dressed in a fencing outfit, sans-mask and, uh, sword, walked into the room next, headed for a treadmill himself, nodding at the professor.

[Ivan Petrenko]

Sergei stopped to take a breather, pausing his music.

"Looking forward to Summer Lord More?" he asked.

[Tommy More]

"A bit, I suppose," he mused.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Any big plans?"

[Tommy More]

"Oh, nothing too large. The Riviera, perhaps."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"French or Italian?"

[Tommy More]

"Yes!"

[Ivan Petrenko]

He smirked, "Why settle for just one, right?"

[Tommy More]

"Of course," he said, as if there was no other way.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I suggest you check out the Opéra de Monte-Carlo. I saw a production of Wagner's Siegfried there that was fantastic."

[Tommy More]

"And was Wagner himself conducting?" Tommy asked, mildly.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Of course not. How old do you think I am?" he asked, not seeming insulted.

[Tommy More]

"Fairly. Seems to be the requirement, nowadays."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I'll have you now I'm not even thirty yet. Well, almost.... but still."

Cryo doesn't count.

[Tommy More]

"Riiiight."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"...it's the hair isn't it?"

[Tommy More]

"Among other things."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Please... enlighten me," he said, instantly regretting it.

[Tommy More]

"Oh, the demeanor, for one."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"My demeanor?"

[Tommy More]

"Oh, yes," he said, as if that explained everything.