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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 2:47:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, coffee sounds nice." I say, looking up at the sky as though to confirm it were raining. I look across the street and see a 24 hour coffee house, and lead the way there.
"Well, I don't really know... I was raised in an orphanage." I say, somewhat apathetically as we enter the coffee house.
"It's strange, I just don't have this definite sense of where I came from... I could've been created in a lab for all I know."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 2:48:56 GMT -5
"My friend Zivon was also from a Russian orphanage. That is pretty common I guess...people giving up their kids to orphanages in Russia... It would be strange if you two were at the same orphanage." Heikki says, then enters the cafe. They take a seat and Heikki wipes his arms as if that would dry him off.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 2:51:21 GMT -5
I smirk.
"No, I'd remember him..." I reply simply, and feel a little awkward and pressed for conversation.
"That's a really strange coincidence..."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 2:54:27 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose so.." Heikki gets up and orders a black coffee. He sits down and sips it.
He taps his fingers on the table trying to think of something to talk about.
"Did you eat those brownies?"
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 2:59:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, I had a few..." I say, digging them out of my pocket, still neatly zip locked and in good condition.
"You want one? They're still good..." I ask, forgetting about his aversion to anything with flavor.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 3:00:05 GMT -5
"No thanks, but I was kind of looking towards that carrot cake."
"If you don't have anything going on, we could make a carrot cake." Heikki suggests.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 3:02:58 GMT -5
"Ah, yeah, I'd love to make you some carrot cake..." I reply, considering all the parts to a carrot cake in my head.
"We'll need to run to the store, I need some ah... Carrots, flour, baking powder and soda..." I say, listing off the top of my head. I memorized this recipe since it's my favorite.
"...and a cup of chopped pecans. Unless you don't like nuts...
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 3:04:42 GMT -5
"Nuts are fine. I can handle nuts. I have been getting out of this oatmeal phase a little." Heikki replies.
"It's funny. I met you the day my bunny died. Black bunny loved carrots. I don't believe in omens or anything. Um, nevermind. Let's get the stuff. Nevermind."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 6:49:57 GMT -5
As I hang around with Heikki, I can't help but feel a hanging sense of sadness. His bunny story only makes matters worse.
"Ahh well let's get those ingredients..." I reply, and we head out for the store. It's still raining out but not as bad, as we hop into my car and I begin driving to the store.
"Maybe you should get another pet. Like a rock or something." I suggest.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 6:53:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, maybe I could get a rock." Heikki says as he looks around the car. He is mildly impressed.
"I've never owned a car. I can't even drive. I have never even tried." He says as he plays with some of the buttons. He always took public transportation and rarely rides in cars.
"This is a nice car."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 6:56:03 GMT -5
"Th-" I begin, when the AC blares on high and begins firing freezing air through the vents. I smack the off button.
"...Thanks..." We quickly arrive at the grocery store, hop out, and head inside. "I'd use public transportation more if I were able. My job sorta requires me to have a car a lot of the time... Though driving isn't all it's cracked up to be."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 6:57:48 GMT -5
"Can I try driving your car sometime?" Heikki asks in almost a childlike manner.
He enters the grocery store with Shura.
"I don't have any experience, but I did use a rider lawn mower for my uncle when I was 16."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 7:01:02 GMT -5
I smile, a little uncomfortable with the notion of him driving my car, but I try to realize that it's just a material possession.
"Sure... You can drive it back..." I suggest, knowing that this will probably be the shortest distance he'll be able to drive it for awhile.
We head down the aisles for the ingredients, and most of them are in one aisle. I throw random stuff into the basket.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 9, 2005 7:03:42 GMT -5
Heikki has never made a cake before, and trusts that Shura knows what he is doing. He looks up to Shura a little. Maybe since Shura has been so kind to him and he isn't used to that. He feels like he is tagging along or that he might annoy Shura, so he keeps quiet as they walk through the store. He watches Shura with some gladness that someone has taken an interest in his life. It eases that isolated feeling that has dominated his existance.
"I...'ll be careful with your car." He finally says as they approach the check out.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 9, 2005 7:06:51 GMT -5
After all of the stuff is tossed into the bags, I smile at Heikki.
"Don't worry about it. Here, take my keys." I say, struggling to hand him my keys with my bags hanging off of my arms. "And just be careful... She's kind of sensitive on the gas..."
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