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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:40 pm
back again
The house was unbearably empty and the texts sent were hardly a balm, even if they did explain Konstantin's absence. Restless, she stared up at the dorm building and considered Taym's window. It'd be more surprising, she thought, if I showed up on his window sill, instead of outside the door.
The idea of it made the girl laugh to herself, and she wanted to. Instead she took the stairs and, after sending a few messages of her own, crooned, "I lobe yoooooou," through his door. She hoped he'd laugh.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:45 pm
come over
She didn't invite people into her space, not simply to be there with her. Visits were nice and appreciated, but those didn't really count. Living in the dorms she'd had sex plenty of times and places, but only once in her room and that without a great deal of forethought. It'd ended badly anyway, and had made the place uncomfortable to her for a good week after.
So when she sent a text, trying to convince Obadiah to come over, to simply stay there with her and take a nap, there'd been a certain sort of weight to the request. He replied asking her to visit him instead and America let go of the breath she'd been holding and flopped down, quietly miserable.
He still hated the house.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:51 pm
wax jobs
Inviting someone over for floor cleaning was probably not the most typical of come-ons. Not unless there was a maid uniform involved. America knew where she could get one, but decided to put that particular set of interests on hold for now.
The floors were still the same coping mechanism they'd been the last time he'd come here to help with them. Konstantin was away for god knew how long doing god knew what, and America had the completely irrational feeling that if she just made the house nice enough for him, he'd come back sooner. And stay awhile longer.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:55 pm
toysThe door was unlocked when Taym stopped by, and the smell of cooking filled the house. When he stepped in, he was greeted by the frantic little figure of Tubadiah, racing and stumbling to meet him, new chew toy flapping about from his mouth. There was an obvious, wide-eyed and joyful request for Taym to wrestle it out of the Treat's mouth and then throw it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:18 pm
back again
Instead what he did was pointedly ignore the (admittedly very good) pun, addressing the cats: did you hear something and like a little fly buzzing, even after he opened the door to let her in and then utterly disregarding her presence. There it goes again and maybe if my ears were just a little bit more abnormally outsized.
There were things she could do to get his attention. All he really wanted, though, was to hear her say it properly. They'd said it so often, and he said it less often now, trying to preserve its novel quality, afraid for the inevitable day he'd make himself stop again.
Persistent tinnitus, he diagnosed himself as he lit a cigarette.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:19 pm
come over
He didn't understand the significance, of course. Maybe it'd be worse if he did. But when she did show up he asked her, quietly worried, if she was mad at him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:22 pm
toys
The smell made him tense before he reassured himself that if Bashmet had returned he'd have heard about it. The tension was replaced by the abrupt surge of joy at being met at the door by a small and frantic and affectionate thing (the twist of his heart, at this, was painful), and then the joy immediately displaced by a quarter of a second of bewilderment before realization swept in.
He regarded Tubadiah with a stern eye and lifted his voice. "I see," he said drily, "that Ambrodiel has been around."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:42 pm
back again
She said it again. And then followed around behind him saying the phrase repeatedly, then switching tactics and maneuvering herself in front of him, and then to the side. It was very like a child trying to get an adults attention and extremely obnoxious.
When he lit up she kissed his ear, whispering, "Maybe it's a ghost on an important earrand." Plucking the cig from his fingers, she took a drag and blew out the smoke with a dramatically spooky, "OOOoooOOOoooooo."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:59 pm
come over
Flopping on his bed with a huff she said no. And then jokingly explained if she was mad she either wouldn't be here or she'd have thrown something at him. She wasn't ******** known for being subtle, right?
Later, her back curled against his chest, she answered more quietly and honestly and couldn't quite keep the hurt from her sleepy-slurred voice, "Want you in my space too. Like being here, but there too." America buried her frown against the pillow. She could try again later.
It didn't feel right, that she was always the one to visit him. That the times he sought her out were almost always some odd extreme and never the place that was hers, and safe, and home. Even before the house and his dislike of it, even before they were together in anyway beyond friendship.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:04 am
toys"Yes!" America's voice came from the kitchen, "He just loves his new toy so much. Don't you Tubs? Doesn't Tubbie-wubkins loves his..." The Treat started yipping excitedly and then tore off toward the kitchen, where America emerged only to suddenly scramble down to hands and knees and begin a fierce tug-o-war for the toy, which stretched with surprising durability. Barring their teeth at each other, America and Tubs growled and fought over the floppy little dongle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:08 am
back again
"Eustachian'd so long in the Sahara heat you've become addled," he informed her, because he never stopped delighting in America smoking, and that was enough to break him of the charade.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:22 am
come over
He received this with a long silence, rather than simply spitting out an answer.
"I like you here," he said finally, murmured into her shoulderblade. "I know it's just one shitty room compared to a whole house but I like it here and I like you here. Feels like home, just--"
--the two of us--
"--comfortable. I like you here when you aren't here. Find red hair when I sweep and hair pins under the bed and smell you on my blankets. But I can go visit you, if you want."
And haunt her house, too--smell of cigarette and bleach and whatever it was that he sometimes dabbed on his neck when they went out or sometimes when they stayed in. Just that in his case it felt, always, like a trespass. "I promise," he whispered, "I won't say no next time. Didn't know it bothered you. Shoulda known, since you have visitors all the time."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:23 am
toys
"I'm not seeing this," he announced.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:37 am
back again
"Oh my god, I have no ********' clue what that even means," she crowed, somehow delighted by this superior display of nerdiness. Handing him back the cigarette, America proceeded to molest his ears, cooing all sorts of endearments and peppering them with all the small, sappy things she'd missed.
Eventually, though, she demanded the use of his bath while also attempting to tell him all about the veritable parade of horsemen that kept attacking the group.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:53 am
come over
"Like it here too," she sighed. "S'nice, not shitty, n'you know how I feel about that." Lacing her fingers in his, she gave them a soft squeeze. America liked her house more, of course, but that was her. Surprisingly enough it had been Dakota who helped put a bit more perspective on why people might not feel the same as she did. Why Taym might not look at the town and her house with anything approaching happiness.
She wanted him in a nice place. And if it wasn't her nice place, then this was as good as any other and better than most. It's a room he could keep with that quiet pride of his, and it had comforts for him to come home to. Sometimes she was even one of them, and what more could she ask for when it came to his home besides what had already been dismissed?
Another squeeze of his hand, and most of the tension faded out from her back. "Not just a visitor," she mumbled, and there was petulance in her voice but none of the earlier hurt. "Don't know a word for it, but something more."
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