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the lack of frisbees and soccer balls flyin’ at me.  or the barking dogs that treat me like i stole their favorite bone.  / among / other things.  really,  though,  i think it was the peace and quiet.  cliché,  but it’s true.

@testedsoul    oh,  really?   what was the thing that finally convinced you?

/  give it to me rachelll

/    here & zasha twin

/  picture this:  they’re on a train

@antimutt    i’ll hold you to that.   the extra slippers are by the door.   /use them/.   [ deniz is notably peeved,  more than usual,   but that was usually the case when coming back from work.   hunger,  exhaustion,  and feeling gross tends to wear down patience very quickly.]    it was work.   i had back-to-back surgeries with the head of trauma.  [ she makes her way over to her rather small kitchen,  pulling out ingredients onto one of the counters and rummaging through her lower cabinets for a cast-iron. ]   i’m making tavuk sote.  i’ll leave you an extra portion to eat for dinner—  i won’t be here.  did you do anything today while i was gone or were you here the entire time?

@lacrymosas   hey,  at least i saved you some..  [she’d look down at the ceramic plate.  her hunger completely disregarded her original plan of taking only two bites.  somewhere along the way two became six and six became almost gone]    … tried to.   [then zasha looks at her boots.   still on,   still probably dirty with mud or blood or both.   she grimaces]    i’ll mop tomorrow—   promise!   how was work?

@antimutt   [ deniz doesn’t respond immediately,    allowing her bag to drop beside her and hit the ground near the front entrance.  she didn’t plan on cooking this afternoon,   but now..  ]   you’re a shitty roommate not-roommate.   i know i said you could stay for a few days,   but eating my leftovers without asking me and walking into the place with your shoes on is disrespectful. 

@neuromanic   you’re telling me that i should expect some dozen wolves showing up at my front door?   [ what has she gotten herself into?   more importantly:  where will she get the supplies for all these hypothetical procedures.   stealing from her place of work was ill-advised and nearly impossible.  her hands reaches up to rub her face as she contemplates what she can do before falling to her side.   she has to think this through and carefully. ]   i can’t do it now if you’re asking me to.  i can do it tomorrow.  can you wait until tomorrow? 

@lacrymosas   before she died,  she was able to free some wolves.   but they are still here and the ones she freed are in hiding.. afraid.    they will be coming to you to be severed completely if you do this… never to be found again.  [there could be hundreds of them. thousands.   lone wolves without a pack, terrified and anxious of everything.  unsure of the society that was taken from them before they could  ever learn of it.    ana, dimitri, ksenia and more.]     she just wanted this to stop — we all do.  [her arm twitched, still holding her sleeve]  so can you?

@neuromanic   [ the mention of her name hangs in the air,  and it almost comes close to draining the color on her face.  she’s silent as she stands still and contemplating.  was it a brief glimpse of grief on her?  annoyance?  pity?  hard to say. ]   i didn’t think she mentioned me to anyone.  [ her tone suggests detachment, ]   you were in the same program as her,   right?   you’re telling me they didn’t put some kind of fail-safe in that thing?

/  how did i not see this??!  on here and @greengoree  <33

/  barkbarkbark!  their usual dose of curious,  casual,  or surprise  <3

/   break dances 

@testedsoul   /   the biggest WHAT

/  the biggest beefsteak  </3

@dragoneir   /   is it?   i can't hear out of my left eye and my right finger  <3

yeah,  but the bleeding’s stopped and i have yet to fall out.  thanks.  [he takes one of the cups,  and,  in very vince-like fashion,  he grabs a few sugar cubes by hand and dunks them in his tea before stirring with his finger.  the bite of the hot liquid shocks him momentarily before he realizes that’s what the spoon is for,  and uses it to stir.]  oh yeah.  well,  really it was my ride that almost got hijacked.  called a cab and got settled in and everything,  then some bozo with a gun starts demanding we give him the wheels.  pfft,  [he takes a sip,  speaking animatedly with his hands after]  i’m like,  “whoa,  pal!  it’s seven in the morning.”  long story short,  he ends up with a black eye,  busted nose, and handcuffs,  and i’m walkin’ back to the city.  i don’t exactly do ‘statements’ for the ‘police’.  

/    @testedsoul

you re-did your own stitches?   that’s ill-advised and you know that.   [ her voice projecting from the kitchen.   somehow that was the thing that caught her attention the most. ]   sounds like a shitty day.   [ a few minutes pass before she returns with a small tray:   two cups of tea,   some tiny spoons,  and some sugar cubes to the side.   she sets it down on the coffee table in front of him. ]   wait,  hijacked at the airport?   what?

@ANTIMUTT    it was part of a bigger gift that my co-workers pitched in for to say “i’m sorry that your senior cat with dementia is in the vet hospital.”  [ deniz gestured to the cat tree on the far side of the living room;   the cat in question is curled up on the last platform. ]   she’s doing okay now.

@lacrymosas   that is still grandmaish tastebuds  [after picking through the untouched bowl of disgusting sweets. she ha d managed to find one of those off-brand lollipops. the kind some lousy bank would give you.   ana settles for it,   shrugging a shoulder when the wrapper is off and popped into her mouth]    who gave it to you? the gift.  

@ANTIMUTT   geez,  thanks.   look—   it was a gift.  [ a gift that’s been sitting on her coffee table (untouched) for a few months at this point, ]   i don’t like butterscotch either.   i prefer dark chocolate with pistachios.