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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 10:22 pm
"I wanna convince her t'come back t'the house." He gave her a weak chuckle. "Get this: I had t'bargain with her t'even get t'clean a few rooms. Mow the lawn, in her words, 'all sexy like', water show n' all. But I think, y'know, you sweep the place up, dust it, put stuff back in place--maybe it wouldn' hurt her so much t'go back."
And God help him, he didn't want the real one returning to a mess. The routine was disrupted, the chores done with Kostya a lingering impulse. An illusion of normalcy was precious these days.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 1:23 am
Kostya shook his head, believing it entirely. There was something missing, in the clone, but he didn't know enough about them-- clones in general-- to understand that it was an aspect she was missing, rather than an aspect she embodied. "Maybe. Or it might prompt it again. It is not so much the house but vhat it means and represents." He thought of his empty room, left untouched. "There vas a room for him. For Obadiah." Kostya finished his water off. "If you vould like a hand, I can assist you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 7:54 am
"Sure, man, I'd love a hand. We'd hafta ask permission first, though." That was Important: she might not call it her house anymore, but it still was to him: the clone's, the real one's. He wouldn't dare invade someone else's space without being cleared to, especially given the circumstances that had moved her in the first place.
But he knew it wasn't about the physical aspects. One couldn't simply brush away memories was all, nor slip them under the rug.
"How come he never moved in?" Dawson asked with a frown.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:14 pm
It seemed so preposterous. If things had been normal, it truly would have been. His blood and sweat and tears were in that house, in its shoring up and decoration and now its destruction. It had been for them, and now there were none of the three left in it at all. "I am not privy," Kostya said, "and if I vas, I vould not share. Is not a slight to you. I try to avoid speaking of business that is not mine to share." Even if that was what had gotten him into this fine mess to start.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 8:42 pm
"Fair enough."
He poked his chin with the bottle thoughtfully. It didn't seem like Kostya knew about the clone part, but Dawson for once was trying to keep a lid on things. Especially because he didn't know how the guy would react knowing it was fake. On the other hand, it meant keeping important information from someone who had a close tie to America. God damn it, this was the exact same conflict that had driven him to tell Maebe in the first place...
"Welp," he said conversationally, "Good touchin' bse with ya at least. I won' take up more a'yer time then, work bud. But y'know you can bug me anytime, yeah?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 1:04 am
"The same to you. If you vant to talk more later, I am generally available. Just qviet." Kostya waved, turning back to survey his dominion, dissatisfied with his life and every choice up to this point. "The door at top is not lock. Keep in touch."
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