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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:12 am
"I don't know," he snapped, and he was oddly accusing, like she was somehow responsible for the fact that he did not have nice things. " You tell me."
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:20 am
"I don't know, either!" Her answer, which should have been snapped back and maybe a bit incredulous, instead held confusion and worry. Like there was something wrong with him, an illness that had yet to be diagnosed beyond a vague label of terminal misery.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:27 am
He looked away, jaw tight, before turning to go stub out what was left of his cigarette in the same ashtray he'd used upstairs, except that there was no windowsill to put it on now, no lawn for him to train his eye over while he smoked. "It's temporary," he shot at her, flopping bonelessly into his chair (same chair, too) and yanking his boots towards himself. "I ********' hope, anyway," he added. "I don't trust him, and I don't know what Bashmet's deal is but he isn't himself lately, so here I am. I don't ever want the distance between the two of you to be smaller than the distance between you and Bashmet or you and me." Isn't himself. The best he could come up with, if he was lying by omission to cover the Russian's request.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:44 am
There was palpable relief at temporary. Sighing into an uncharacteristic slouch in his doorway, America practically whined, "Why you gotta work me up like that? If you're here for Konstantin then I guess he told you...wait, what does Lawrence have to do with anything?" The girl wrinkled her nose at the idea of the man causing Taym to change his living space. "He hasn't done anything has he? I mean since the last?" Her eyes narrowed, going distant and grim.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 5:51 am
"And not that I know of, unless you have any new intelligence you'd like to share, but he's clearly still ******** around with you on Twitter, at least, and I don't trust him not to escalate it. Especially not after what he did to--whatever the minipet thing is." He avoided looking, when he said this, towards the cage that still housed the dozing--and now much larger--cats. Things were still not entirely firm ground there. "I'm not here for Bashmet, I'm here for you. Bashmet can look after himself," he added, the implication entirely too clear.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 6:10 am
"But I'm not..." America began when her incredulity cut off into. It sounded like Kon had only told Taym part of it. That she wasn't the vulnerable one here. That of the three of them, she was the one who least needed any protection. She opened her mouth several times to say something, to dispute the decision, but in the end what she finally said was, "Okay." Another sigh, and she thought of the nice clean room that was always at odds with man until suddenly the two seemed part and parcel to her. And then she thought of older worries, the sort that trailed you through the years, that circled around the idea that a home should be nice. That a home should be a place people wanted to come back to as soon as possible. "If you're sure, then thank you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 6:55 am
He hesitated, one boot on and one boot off, to eye her suspiciously. "Thank you?" he repeated in disbelief. "That's it? No indignant foot stomping while you assure me that you're perfectly capable of watching your own back, thanks? No harridan screeching that I have no right, Obadiah Ezekiel Smoker's-cough Thompson, to dictate who is and isn't allowed into your personal bubble?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 1:12 pm
Another frustrated sound followed and yes, she very obviously restrained from stamping and foot, instead she went with a full body stare up at the heavens to grant her patience, arms wide and palms up. "I am," she began slowly, "probably the person least in need of protection in this entire basement, and I don't think you'll find it any too exciting to have my back while you're down here. But you're allowed in my person bubble anytime, Obadiah Ezekiel Choking Bone Thompson, and I appreciate that you care enough to move yourself down here because you're worried for me. I can't say I wouldn't do the same for you," she refrained, probably wisely, from saying she had done similar. "So fair enough, alright?"
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