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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 19:42:47 GMT -5
The prodigal father had returned.
"Alexei?"
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:02:53 GMT -5
*Alexei entered from the back room, where he had been rolling croissants.*
*Then he stood there, and blinked.* "Ja?"
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:07:36 GMT -5
Tod held up his arms.
"Your father's home!"
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:08:29 GMT -5
"... oh God."
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:11:05 GMT -5
He came closer, still holding out his arms and making those little "Eh? Eh?" noises people tend to make in these situations.
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:12:40 GMT -5
*Alexei moved forward and attempted to embrace his father with as little contact as possible, patting his back gingerly.*
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:14:06 GMT -5
"Aw, come on, that's not a hug!"
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:15:12 GMT -5
*He exhaled exasperatedly and gave his father a hug that probably could have crushed bones.*
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:21:40 GMT -5
"There we are..."
He leaned back, happily squeezing his son's shoulders.
"Haben Sie nicht verpassen mich?"
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:24:30 GMT -5
"Well... something like that."
*He had... well, he wasn't sure whether he had missed his father, enjoyed his absence, or somewhere in between (the latter was more likely). *
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:28:20 GMT -5
"Difficult schedule, mein sohn, very difficult. Harder and harder to find respite these days."
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:29:02 GMT -5
"I'm... sure."
*There was a 'ding' from the back room.*
"... croissant?"
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 1, 2009 20:33:57 GMT -5
"Don't mind if I do. Is your mother about?"
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Post by Alexei on Jun 1, 2009 20:35:44 GMT -5
"Sheee... I don't know. Um. Somewhere else. Not here."
*This failure of a cover-up was because she was probably with the other Tod.*
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Post by Der Tod on Jun 2, 2009 16:07:19 GMT -5
"Ah. Any idea when she'll be back?"
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