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Aleksy does not punch Thorne. Aleksy melts a little, and tries to hide it by stabbing into his container of rice with the kind of bitchy passion he is known for. If this moment were a nature documentary, David Attenborough would be complimenting Aleksy's ferocity in pursuit of distraction.

"She's my twin sister," he says, but he's distracted now. He wants to ask if Thorne is hitting on him, but Thorne is dating (and polyamorous) and seeing two very attractive men (and obviously polyamorous) and Aleksy frowns into the paper box full of rice.

"It's unfair to be as tall as a tree and not share the wealth," says Aleksy. Not a homewrecker.

Thorne didn't say anything, only watched Aleksy stab at his container of rice the way people watched the stars or the ocean or all the strangely overwhelming things in the world. If this moment was a nature documentary, Thorne was the person behind the camera utterly enamored.

Dweeb.

"Is that so?" Thorne raises his brows, wondering at the possibility of a sister - a twin no less. Aleksy is vivid and unique - it's hard to imagine anyone like him. Appearance or otherwise. "I imagine based on what you described, I'd still prefer you." He laughs, and the sound is wild.

"Oh yes," he adds, amused and wicked, "I'd be shameless not to share, wouldn't I? Want to get a taste of what its like to be tall?"

"Sure, of course," says Aleksy, and he smiles, ears pinking a little. Thorne has never met Tate, doesn't know what it's like to be around that kind of… she grabs attention just by being there. There is a reason she was always their father's favorite child. Aleksy has learned that Yuri Spektor's opinions aren't the be-all end-all of everything, though, and it's not hard to believe that Thorne would prefer Aleksy to Tate now, today, as they are. "You'd disagree if you saw me as a teenager. Angry small brick, punched people for looking at me funny."

Because he's totally not like that now. RIGHT??

"That's not all I'd like to get a taste of," Aleksy grumbles to his chicken. "You can help me replace the lights under the awning with that height."

Thorne smiles again, and this time, he has to press his palm to the corner of his mouth because he recognizes too late that he hasn't really stopped looking at Aleksy in awhile. It's a problem, really. A really big problem. "Cross my heart, I'm not lying," Thorne says, wryly. His eyes are lit up, amused. "I was too much limb and not enough anything else when I was a teenager," He muses, "try and imagine a stick with arms and legs that are too long. I looked like some sort of two-legged giraffe. I think I have you beat at awkward teenage stage, because I kept falling down flights of stairs."

Thorne pushed away from the counter and hooked his fingers through the belt hoops of his jeans, cocking his head at the other. "Oh?" He hummed. "Your wish is my command."

"Flights of stairs," repeats Aleksy incredulously. He couldn't see it, not in a hundred years. Thorne isn't… graceful, per se. Not the way Aleksy thinks of grace, which involves a willowy frame and delicate height, anyway. So not graceful, but Thorne has an economy of movement that Aleksy finds entrancing. It could have been learned, but…

He puts his chopsticks perpendicular over his rice and rises, discarding a napkin after wiping his hands. "Let me get lightbulbs, then," he says.

They're doin this man, they're making this happen

First Friday
Friday June 3 2016

So That Happened



the phone call comes a few minutes later. on the other end, thorne is out of breath, as though he's been on a long, long run.

"hey," he says.

it's a very endearing 'hey.'

Aleksy shrugs. "Yes," he says, drawing out the long vowel sound. He stops in the supply closet for lightbulbs, and in short order they are outside. The afflicted bulbs are marked with painter's tape, blue dots to remind Aleksy which need to be replaced in the daylight. "Can you reach those?"