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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:10 pm
Kostya offered Otto a rare, wry smile, and began cleaning up. No leftovers, this time, but there was a wrapped sandwich and some pilfered ice cream, for Otto to find during a midnight snack run. "Is hard. But, America is sometimes asking this too, from me. Good practise. Only revard am needing is finding vay to be useful to division."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:58 am
Otto loved surprise midnight snacks. He was getting way too used to having his own cook. When the year ended, he wouldn't have that anymore. "I think you'll be fine." Kostya seemed like he'd make a fantastic workaholic. He just needed to learn not to touch all the things. Unless it required a virgin to steal a holy chalice. Then it was A-OK. "Um..." Otto finished off the fries, looking at Kostya as he cleaned up. "After the year is up, you won't have to cook for me anymore, right?" After all, that was the deal he made him for his silence.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:49 am
"That vas deal, da," Kostya said, wiping down the counter with the well-practised motions of someone used to cleaning up. He started to wash a pile of cups that had slowly started to accumulate next to the sink, hands refusing to be idle. "But if you vant to continue arrangement, this can be okay. But you vill have to be paying for your share of groceries, is bit harsh on money book." He'd probably meant pocket book. ... Close enough.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 4:40 pm
"That's fine." Otto made enough money on his own to pitch in. He rarely spent it. He usually didn't need to. Having Kostya cook spared him having to learn it on his own. He didn't like cooking, but he did like eating. "Hey.." Otto brought out his phone, clicking through to find the videos. On it was a thumbnail of the one he had of Kostya as the Elf King. "I'll start pitching in for groceries now. I don't wanna blackmail you anymore." Making sure the Russian could see, Otto deleted the video from his phone.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:49 pm
In retrospect, the Elf King incident was funny more than it was mortifying, but that was very likely because he hadn't been forced to suffer through a video of it. Except for the tin foil crown, that would likely continue to be embarrassing for as long as he lived.
"Hmmm," Kostya said, tilting his head, eyes crinkling around the corner a little with mirth. "You are a good man, Otto." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the freezer. "Vas going to be midnight snack later, but. Ice cream in freezer for you." A pause, as he innocent tapped his chin. "Shortie."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:51 pm
Ah, a compliment. It felt nice to be called a good man, especially because he said man, and not 'kid'.
His eyes lit up when he mentioned ice cream, sitting up a little straighter. However, he seemed to tense, his eye twitching, "Did you just call me short?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 6:01 pm
Kostya broke out into a rare smile.
"No, no. You not hear right. Am saying, шорты*." He feigned innocent. "Literal mean, is shorts. Am just comment on choice of clothes."
Suuuuure.
* Said shore-teh.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 6:03 pm
 "....okay, whatever. Ice cream. Now." He demanded, leaning back and attempting to look smug and sure of himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:19 pm
"Of course," Kostya said, fetching a mug and sticking a spoon in it, running it under hot water in the sink to prepare it as a makeshift scoop. He pulled the ice cream out of the fridge, and a small bowl.
After a second of consideration, he put it back in favour of a larger one, and withdrew the spoon from the hot water. Scooping in too many to count, Kostya threw his head at the fridge. "Chocolate syrup in fridge. Get if vant."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:22 pm
Otto was on that chocolate syrup faster than a bug to honey. He slid back into his seat, eagerly awaiting his turn to scoop his own share of ice cream. Sweet, delicious ice cream; bringer of brain freeze and tummy aches. Wonderful!
"This sure beats crackers and peanut butter."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:24 pm
"Should really offer cater service to hunters," Kostya mused, setting the bowl with ice cream piled high in front of Otto.
Meal done-- it was time to get back to the basement. "America has request more construct downstairs," he said, heading towards the door after putting the dessert back in the freezer. "Vill see you tomorrow for lunch, Otto. Have good night."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 5:52 am
Otto nodded, looking back as Kostya left, and giving a brief smile. "See ya."
The teen ate the ice cream with only mild brain freeze incidences. As he finished, he wondered if there was anything he could do for Kostya, since he was doing so much for him. It had started as simply blackmail, a way for Otto to get some decent meals with minimal effort. But now Kostya was more like a friend, and it didn't sit well to make him go through so much out of his daily routine just for him.
There had to be something...
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