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notyourprince) wrote2018-06-07 02:15 am
notyourprince) wrote2018-06-07 02:15 am
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And I can make it alone but we can do this so much better Together
If asked, Dmitry would say he's not avoiding them. Or, at least, he's not avoiding them anymore than they're avoiding him. Anya has two jobs, Gleb has at least one, and Dmitry somehow stumbled into one of his own. Over the last few weeks at the bakery, he's learned more about bread and coffee than he'd ever thought there was to know. The owners like him because he knows how to smile and sell a loaf, a pastry, and a drink. Dmitry likes it because he gets to take anything that's deemed unsaleable for pennies.
It's at the end of one such shift that he comes home and looks up at the window of the Bramford he knows is his, only for his mouth to fall open. On the third floor, he can see a brown and white ball of fluff precariously leaning over from the balcony before jauntily ascending the exterior molding of the building, jumping from one gargoyle down to the next until she's down on the ground.
Catherine the Great is loose.
Swearing, Dmitry gives chase as his cat takes one look at him and then darts off toward the street.
It's at the end of one such shift that he comes home and looks up at the window of the Bramford he knows is his, only for his mouth to fall open. On the third floor, he can see a brown and white ball of fluff precariously leaning over from the balcony before jauntily ascending the exterior molding of the building, jumping from one gargoyle down to the next until she's down on the ground.
Catherine the Great is loose.
Swearing, Dmitry gives chase as his cat takes one look at him and then darts off toward the street.