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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 7, 2005 1:47:08 GMT -5
And this is the new threat (a typo to 'thread' that I'm going to keep because it's angsty sounding)
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Post by Cris Mason on May 7, 2005 3:16:07 GMT -5
"Well working for my dad is pretty cool because he lets me do pretty much what I want when I don't have any commission work, though he won't let me or my brother, or himself, smoke in the shop..." I grumble for a second. "And my uncle is everyone's uncle." I say, forgetting that Sakari isn;'t an American. I scoff when I remember. "Of course you don't know what I'm talking about. I mean Uncle Sam, I'm a Marine reservist. Sorry about that."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 7, 2005 3:16:59 GMT -5
"Shh..." I say, then put my finger up to his lips, and kiss him again.
"It's alright, Heikki..." I say, smiling, then kiss him a second time.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 7, 2005 3:20:04 GMT -5
Heikki doesn't know what is happening, but he feels frightened out of his mind. But he also feels the desparation of having been so isolated for so long. He touches Shura's face with both his hands and an uncommon urgency as he kisses him. It really doesn't matter that it is Shura, it could have been anyone.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 7, 2005 3:21:37 GMT -5
"Ah, I get it..." Sakari replies. He never really cared for the term 'Uncle Sam'. Somewhere along his life he had the vision of a stern, angry, militarily obsessed uncle. He has a few in his family.
"I was going to join the Finnish armed forces actually, but they wanted me for a lot longer than I wanted them..." I say, leaving out my politics, and the fact that I think military recruiters want your soul.
"My mom was all gung ho about it, but she's gung ho about anything that would help her protect the house against germs." Sakari replies, somewhat annoyed at his mother's eccentricities.
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Post by Cris Mason on May 7, 2005 3:29:41 GMT -5
"Well aren't parents always like that? My dad is actually pretty cool about most things, but he is still very protective of me. But hey, it's all good." I take another drink from the bottle and hand it back to Sakari. "Well I had a pretty good time, what about you?"
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 7, 2005 3:37:21 GMT -5
I close my eyes, and run my hand up the backside of Heikki's shirt, continuing to kiss him the entire time. My breathing begins to pick up, and my hands tremble slightly. There's something about this situation that makes me feel a hunger inside...
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 7, 2005 3:39:57 GMT -5
Heikki slides his hands under Shura's shirt and pulls it off. He kisses his bare arms and places both hands on his shoulders, then tilt's Shura's head back to kiss his neck.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 7, 2005 3:48:36 GMT -5
Sakari takes a swig from the bottle. Feeling guilty about Cambridge, but nonetheless friendly.
"Yeah, I had a good time too." I reply sincerely.
"Most of the reason I'm who I am today is because of my mom. I just didn't want to ever be inside the house when I was growing up around her. I never had friends over, and would sometimes lie and say that either my house was burnt down, or that I had run away from home. Living vicariously through my own lies I guess you could say..." Sakari replies, then takes another swig. He holds it out for Cris.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 7, 2005 3:49:45 GMT -5
I tilt my head back, and run my hand through Heikki's hair and down his back, then nibble on his ear. My heart begins to pound...
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on May 7, 2005 3:53:56 GMT -5
"Holy shit Heikki, you would not be-LIEVE the woman... Like a panth- hellloooo..." Zivon says, walking in on Shura and Heikki. He smirks, but not in a condescending sort of way, in an "it's about damned time" sort of way.
"I bought you some food, since I hate freeloading and I hate your damned oatmeal diet. I'll go bring it in." I say, then leave the apartment to head out to my car and grab the bag of groceries.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 7, 2005 3:56:15 GMT -5
Heikki sits up and turns to Shura, throwing him his shirt. "I don't know what happened. You should leave now." Heikki says with worry. He knows that Zivon is going to tease him about this. He shakes his head. "Thanks for coming over, you can take the rest of the brownies."
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Post by Cris Mason on May 7, 2005 3:56:34 GMT -5
I take anoter swig of the liqour, already feeling rather warm from it. "Well it sucks that you didn't get along with your parents. So how long are you going to be in town anyways?" I ask.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 7, 2005 4:01:21 GMT -5
"Ah that was Zivon..." I say, noticing that he did look kind of assholeish. I put my shirt on, put the brownies in a ziplock baggie, and leave through the back door, without saying anything else to Heikki.
I walk back to my car, which I luckily happened to park in the back of the apartment, and drive off. I munch on a few brownies, and consider the events that just conspired.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 7, 2005 4:05:48 GMT -5
Sakari scratches his head.
"I ah... I'm not really sure..." I reply. I hardly ever know how long I'm going to be in an area. "For awhile at least..."
Sakari suddenly feels uncomfortable, as though he should immediately go talk to Cambridge since sie's in town. He buries these thoughts again, and will worry about it in the morning.
"At least until the general strikes are over."
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